In the private room, Kong Chao showed a cruel sneer: "Finally, it appeared - the Green Foot's trick. That kid will definitely lose. It is because this move is too terrible and even threatens the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters that I hired this guy."

The soldiers under the ring felt the strong wind rushing on their faces and all retreated.

"Stand by!" Ling Bingyan's expression was solemn.

There were only continuous "bang bang! bang!" sounds on the ring, as if balloons were blown up one after another.

Half a minute passed, and it was as long as half a year, and every sound of explosion hit the hearts of the audience.

Before he knew it, the blue hurricane slowed down and then disappeared directly. The ring was covered with large pits with a diameter of half a meter, which showed how tragic the fierce fighting was. The figures of the two people gradually appeared, and Zhuo Fan stood calmly on a shaking stone pillar. The ring around him had long been blown into a scumbag.

And the green feet were actually grabbed by the white fist light that was materialized by the mind power, hanging upside down in the air.

The blue-footed eyes turned white and foamed at the mouth, and she had fainted.

Zhuo Fan dragged Qing's feet gently with his mind, crossed five meters away, and landed directly on the fairly intact outer ring. With his mental power, Qing's feet were thrown aside by him. Zhuo Fan looked at the host coldly.

The host clever and stuttered, he began to announce: "Miscellaneous...Miscellaneous Soldiers ended the Demon Greenfoot's...Ten Stands of Wins!!"

The audience immediately became chaotic. "Ah... shit... I lost most of my money!"

"Hahaha! You bastard lost too!" "Haha! You are so stupid!" The voices of mocking each other in the audience immediately covered up the depressed atmosphere of losing money.

Looking at the audience, Zhuo Fan also breathed a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for the breakthrough of mental power just now, I could have instantly released a mental power shield, I would have lost just now... But if I mastered the materialization of mental power more thoroughly, and using the mental power blade directly can prevent him from getting close... I am still not strong enough..."

Although he won, Zhuo Fan was not proud, so he walked off the ring. Wu Xiaofei rushed over excitedly and shouted: "Boss! Do you know? I made more than 2,000! Boss, you are so awesome!" Torpedo and Jack also walked over with miserable expressions. They can now say that they even lost their pants.

Zhuo Fan punched Wu Xiaofei and said, "Then you treat me next time you drink."

Wu Xiaofei slapped his chest: "Pack to me..."

Before he finished speaking, a gunshot sounded.

The soldiers around the ring were all shocked. Zhuo Fan also turned around, but found that Qingjiao, who had already been unconscious, was shot in the chest, and a big hole was added. Blood was gushing out, and it seemed that he was helpless.

In the silence, Kong Chao and Dahong walked from the second-story building. Kong Chao had a silver-shining pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at Zhuo Fan. He ignored everyone's fear and jumped onto the ring, walked to the twitching green feet and spat, but looked at Zhuo Fan: "Today's demon ring is a life-and-death battle, and the failed party must die."

Zhuo Fan stared at Kong Chao, who was arrogant and arrogant in front of him.

"...And you guy, what are you looking at? Let me tell you, as long as I see you, I will be unhappy. Shouldn't you apologize to me?"

Wu Xiaofei was trembling at first, but he suddenly rushed to Zhuo Fan and blocked the gun for Zhuo Fan: "You are also a soldier, why should you make things difficult for each other?"

"Ah!" Kong Chao grinned with his eyes slanted. "What does it have to do with your inferior citizen?"

"Bang!" Another gunshot was heard, and Wu Xiaofei was shot and fell to the ground. He lay on the ground and kept twitching. "I... am I going to die..."

Zhuo Fan carefully examined his wound and punched him in the shoulder: "Idiot, I just scratched my shoulder..."

"That's great, I'm alive again!" Wu Xiaofei stood up with a "rubbing" and touched his scratched arm with his palm, looked down at the bright red blood on his hands, and then his feet became soft, and he fell down on his back. "No... I'm dizzy."

Zhuo Fan covered his forehead: "You are a soldier, you are not afraid of mass graves?"

"I just fainted..." Wu Xiaofei's face turned pale.

Kong Chao, who was holding a gun, felt a little upset when he saw the scene in front of him. He raised his head and looked at Zhuo Fan proudly: "The guy who was in trouble finally left..."

"Stop!" Ling Bingyan's soft figure walked out of the small building, and her cold voice attracted everyone. The figure that made the man's eyes unable to move, and slowly walked to the ring. Butler Lin also followed her closely. "Kong Chao, are you, the son of lieutenant general, planning to kill people randomly in the military camp?"

"Why are you coming out?" Kong Chao's face suddenly became very bad. "I'm just teaching someone a lesson, don't worry..."

"You injured my friend..." Zhuo Fan had a gloomy face and stepped onto the ring step by step. "How to calculate this account?" His anger seemed to be surrounded by a stylish black air. Now he was like a demon walking out of hell. Ling Bingyan looked at him in surprise. Under the invisible pressure, Kong Chao felt that he could not even breathe now, and his fingers were trembling and exhausted, and he could not even suppress his fingers trembling or press the trigger.

That glance was like a devil's imprint, forever engraved in Kong Chao's heart.

"I am the son of a lieutenant general. Do you dare to get closer to me again..." Zhuo Fan kept not stopping, and a white fist out of thin air made Kong Chao's eyes blurred. The fist drew an arc from top to bottom, and the fist fell accurately on Kong Chao's face the next moment. "Boom!" With a muffled sound, Kong Chao was beaten so hard that he flew backwards. He fell directly into a pit hole in the ring. The white lower hook did not diminish and suddenly hit the ground, "Boom!" A crack that was one meter long was blasted out of the ring.

Kong Chao rolled in the pit for a few times and crawled out again. In fact, he was not seriously injured, but he was bleeding from the mouth: "Uncle, you dare to hit me. Do you know who I am? I am the son of a lieutenant general. Do you believe it or not, I will let my dad kill you?"

Zhuo Fan shrugged his shoulders and said to Kong Chao, "Did anyone see me take action? If you don't see it, please remain silent. If you see it, please run upside down around the ring three times while shouting 'I saw it'."

The audience burst into laughter. "No!" "I didn't see the white fist!"

In the laughter, Kong Chao felt that he was about to an idiot, and the embarrassing flames burned his heart. He wanted to scream wildly, but suddenly remembered those cold eyes. Under such cold gaze, he felt that all his coat was stripped away and that all glory was gone. He could only let the cold sweat of fear flow down.

"Zhuo Fan...How could you be so rude?" Ling Bingyan walked to Zhuo Fan, with a hint of blame in her eyes.

Kong Chao raised his head and looked at her with some gratitude. "She is indeed worthy of being my fiancée, and she actually stood up to speak for me."
Chapter completed!