Ode to the Dragon

Qiao Hong's face was as white as a sheet of paper. He fell down with a plop. He was one meter eight or so tall, just like a chicken. He was so scared that he shivered.

"Forget it. The fight is almost over. Take me in."

Chu Feng waved his hand and said lazily that he didn't care about anything like Qiao Hong.

"Yes." Respectful invitation to Sanyuan, immediately shouts.

In the audience, there was a sudden uproar and exclamation.

What is the status of this young man? What kind of background makes the underground taps of the famous Jiangling so respected?

Is it a big shot? Super rich second generation of a family?

Cloud Mu rain looked at Chu Feng and his party's back, biting red. Lips, hesitated for a few seconds, then called out: "wait, wait a minute."

She trotted along, blushing, nervous and excited, "Chu, Mr. Chu, I want to go to infield and watch the boxing match with you? Is that ok? "

"I really like traditional martial arts very much. In order to see this competition and see these famous martial arts players, I'm so excited that I haven't slept for several days. Let me in."

Chu Feng looked at her sincere and aggrieved pretty face, shook his head and laughed, "Chuanwu is not like those boxing matches on TV. Chuanwu is a killing skill. Once in the challenge arena, life and death depend on heaven. It's a bloody Shura arena. Maybe it will leave a psychological shadow. Are you sure you want to go in and watch it?"

Most girls of her age are curious. Whether they pursue stars or seek excitement or novelty, they belong to the typical "Ye Gong Hao long", which Chu Feng advises for her sake.

Cloud Mu rain firm nod, beautiful Mou a sincere: "I am sure, do not regret!"

"Mr. Chu, my father is a soldier. I can ride a horse when I was four, shoot when I was seven, and go hunting when I was twelve. You don't have to worry about the psychological shadow."

Chu Feng thought for a while, and had to nod, "OK, you come with me."

Among the soldiers, there is always a feeling. For the descendants of the soldiers, Chu Feng naturally has a kind of inexplicable warmth.

What's more, the girl looks too much like Yun MuQing, and he can't bear to refuse.

Behind him, Ma Sanyuan and others looked at each other and laughed, showing a playful and envious look:

no wonder Mr. Chu was not interested in all kinds of beauties that night.

You see, people casually encounter such top-notch beauties. Where did those Rouge common powder get into the magic eye?

An expert is an expert. There's no way to compare!

"Muyu, you --"

Qiao Hong looked at the goddess, and left happily behind Chu Feng. His heart was full of mixed feelings, envy and jealousy. He was almost miserable.

At this time, the seven or eight members of Sihai chamber of Commerce quietly surrounded him, with a gloomy and fierce face.

"You, what are you going to do?" Qiao Hong's face changed and said angrily.

Bang!

In response to him, it was a straight fist, which directly made him black eyed and howling.

"What are you doing, beat me to death!" One of the leaders spat and sneered: "what kind of person is Mr. Chu, and you can provoke him? Bah, it's too much for you. "

There were seven or eight people all around. They beat Qiao Hong to death. The audience all around shivered and turned around wisely. If they could not see them, they would not get into trouble.

On the other hand, Chu Feng and Yun Muyu, led by Ma Sanyuan and others, finally came to the infield of the stadium, where their heroes in the north of the Yangtze River set up their challenge arena.

The space here is more private. There is only one challenge arena, and there are only more than 20 chairs around.

Those who are qualified to enter are the big lords, or a group of high-ranking dignitaries who have close ties with the underground world.

Although Yun Muyu was born in a rich family, he was still a young man in his early twenties. He had never seen so many big men before. For a moment, he was overwhelmed by their momentum. He lowered his head and even breathed carefully.

She secretly glanced at Chu Feng beside him. He was calm and calm. He walked leisurely and calmly, just like walking in a garden.

He doesn't have any amazing momentum, but it gives people the feeling that he is like a blade with a sheath. Once he gets angry, if the long sword comes out of the sheath, the world will change color and the blood will flow into a river.

"They are all in their early twenties. How do you feel? He is much stronger than me." Cloud Mu rain eyes twinkle, full of curiosity: "he is exactly who, good mystery."