The soldiers immediately became excited, but many people questioned it. "The Empire Lengyan Rose is the fiancée of the lieutenant general's son. Will he be so generous?" "If it is true, I will try it even if I die. This is one of the best beauties in the league..."

Not long after Dahong announced, Butler Lin also spoke on behalf of Ling Bingyan: "Ms. Ling agrees, don't wear a veil and meet the brave men who have won ten consecutive victories!"

"What! Is it true?" The soldiers below the stage rushed to the registration office of the arena. "I'll come first!!"

"Boss, do you want to sign up? You might be able to see that person if you say that!" Wu Xiaofei's eyes glowed.

Zhuo Fan shook his head: "No... don't worry."

In the two-story building, Dahong hurried back to the private room.

In the private room, Kong Chao suddenly filled a sip of red wine. He was not satisfied. He directly raised the red wine bottle and drank it wildly. He suddenly put the wine bottle down: "This fake noble woman really agreed... I can't even see her at a glance, she actually agreed... It's because of a bastard, I'll tell you to look good later."

Dahong pushed the door and sweated on his forehead: "Young Master, is this really Miss Ling your fiancée? How bad is it if it is spread..."

Kong Chao's face was cold, and he didn't look back: "Of course it's true... but I can't guarantee that anyone who has seen her... can live until the next day."

On the ring, the runaway looked around, he licked his lips, his eyes showing fierce light. The host walked over and said with a smile: "Mr. West Germany! I know that because of this lottery, you are under great pressure. Do you have the confidence to persevere until ten consecutive victories?"

West Germany shook his head: "Who knows? My goal is to survive and then think about other things."

The host coughed a little embarrassedly: "Since that's the case, please invite the next one... This is an unknown master, and his title is Demon Greenfoot! Welcome!"

A bald head wearing a gray training suit and a blue rhino tattoo on his head walked onto the ring. His steps were limping, but no one dared to underestimate him. There was constant applause from the audience, and they knew that the one who could sign up for the stage must be a Level 4 warrior master.

At the host's order, the two fought together. Out of caution, the fugitive kept surrounding the demon's green feet and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"The weak are called escapees, and they will only escape." Qing stood there motionlessly.

"I only choose to escape when facing monsters, for fear that you don't have the ability... If you really have the ability, try to kill me." West Germany was still cautious, with elegant and weird steps.

"This is what you said..." Qing's feet suddenly moved.

...

Ten seconds later, West Germany blew blood and fell to the ground. His eyes showed despair and unwillingness, and he still crawled, as if he wanted to break free from the terrifying ring. Zhuo Fan was not far from his eyes, and West Germany was dragging the shocking blood traces behind him...

The host and the audience looked at the scene in front of them in shock. They didn't see clearly how the green feet were coming out, and West Germany could not get up.

West Germany's voice intermittently: "I... must live... This is my title and my glory..."

Seeing Zhuo Fan, Qingjiao stepped on Xide: "This is a demon ring. You have to know that the life and death of the failed person is determined by the winner. So... I'm sorry, your glory will be ended by me! The same is true for the next person to the ring..."

Qingjiao was about to break West Germany's heart, but Wu Xiaofei suddenly rushed to the ring and hugged West Germany. He shouted: "He has already admitted defeat, you can let him go..."

"Die it for me! The little guy who is in the way!" His thigh bounced, and it was extremely fast, and it looked like it disappeared, but I was afraid that even the steel bar could be kicked off.

Zhuo Fan's mental power moved instantly, and Qing's feet only felt stagnant, as if it was stuck by a spider web. He was slow to move, and the two under him were dragged away by invisible big hands at the same time, "Click" Qing's feet's calf completely penetrated into the ring bricks and stones. "Dongdong!" Both of them fell from the ring.

The host woke up and announced the winner loudly. In this mistake, Qingjiao frowned: "It turns out that he is a famous scholar... I have such a little trick. I ask you, do you dare to go on stage to fight me?"

Zhuo Fan shook his head and stepped forward to pull West Germany and the frightened Wu Xiaofei up: "No interest."

The host wiped his sweat and shouted out the next challenger's name, but no one responded. For a moment, the atmosphere off the court became depressed. At this time, several West German friends hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and rushed over. They thanked Zhuo Fan, and then helped West German to the medical office to heal their wounds.

Qingjiao touched his bald head, and pointed his index finger at Zhuo Fan from a high place: "You coward, you are afraid of death, are you afraid of death!"

Zhuo Fan looked back coldly. The soldiers' eyes gathered and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Zhuo Fan is not a coward, but you are not worthy of fighting with him!" Wu Xiaofei broke the silence and roared angrily.

Qingshou's eyelids twitched: "Coward! Coward and coward!"

Zhuo Fan pulled Wu Xiaofei away: "You said I am a coward, I am a coward?" He touched his nose. "Stop kidding, do you think I will be easily provoked by you? Standing in front of you, he is from the Fourth Military Region of the Third Line of Defense - a soldier!!"

The soldiers in the audience suddenly became excited, and they shouted in unison. "We are soldiers! Warriors! brave warriors!"

The blue-footed face turned pale and his lips trembled.

Zhuo Fan pulled Wu Xiaofei and turned away: "I won't fight with you guys like you."

"I don't deserve it! I don't deserve it!" The soldiers' shouts and laughter continued, hitting the eardrums of the green feet.

Qingjiao gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard, do you want to run away?"

Wu Xiaofei turned his head and gave a reparation: "Damn bald!"

"What did you say?" Qingjiao squeezed out these words from his teeth. The soldiers suddenly became quiet. It was obvious that Wu Xiaofei had already touched his bad temper.

Zhuo Fan punched Wu Xiaofei on the shoulder and said, "Don't say that. Although you are telling the truth, at least you should give the bald man some face..."

"Ha..." I don't know who laughed first, and the laughter suddenly ignited the audience. "Hahaha!" In the attic, Ling Bingyan couldn't help but show a heart-wrenching smile. Butler Lin behind her nodded slightly.

"Bah! The cowardly Chinese." Qingjiao spat and raised his fingers at Zhuo Fan and Wu Xiaofei.

The sky was gloomy, and everyone's shadows disappeared in an instant. Zhuo Fan lowered his head, his expression was even more gloomy than the sky. Wu Xiaofei saw Zhuo Fan's appearance and held back what he wanted to say. Zhuo Fan did not look back: "What did you say?"
Chapter completed!