Ode to the Dragon

Murong Cang went to the sixth grade warrior. If he went a step further, he was the master, the dragon in the sky. Looking at the whole Jiangbei, it's rare. It's worthy of being the first expert in Jiangling!

If you have such a master, you are afraid of him, Zhou Zhenghao?!

They are full of joy and confidence.

Chu Feng, on the other hand, is a playful smile. Liu Pinwu, well, not bad.

In his West Field Army, it's enough to be a platoon leader.

I can handle 20 or 30 people.

It seems that the talent of Jiangbei martial arts circle is really poor.

At this moment, suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open, and then a black faced man came in with a gloomy and cruel face:

"you guys, long time no see, I'm Zhou Zhenghao, I'm back!"

Everyone's face sank. Under the gaze, a tall middle-aged man stepped into the scene. A scar on his face opened from the corner of his eye to his chin, which looked particularly ferocious.

It's Zhou Zhenghao, the leader of today.

He was followed by a thin, rickety old man and a young, strong, proud young man.

Presumably, they were the two inner strength fighters he relied on.

"Ma Sanyuan? Black widow, why don't you say hello to your old boss? "

Zhou Zhenghao sat down with a big knife, Jinma. He grinned. The scar on his face squirmed like a worm, full of sinister breath:

"I was driven out of Jiangling by you in those years, and left this scar, running around like a dog. You didn't expect that I could still kill it?"

Ma Sanyuan frowned and made the last effort. "Zhou Zhenghao, the past enmity has passed. Can you sit down and have a good talk?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhenghao sneered and said, "according to the gambling agreement, you will abandon your legs and get out of Jiangling. Our gratitude and resentment will be over."

Ma Sanyuan's faces are gloomy. It's shameful and never dies.

The fiercest character of the pop bear stood up, broke a teacup, angrily scolded: "that's a fart, war, Zhou Zhenghao, see you in the challenge arena!"

"Today, I will crush your son of a bitch's head and avenge the third master and the old man!"

"OK, let's meet life and death in the arena!" Zhou Zhenghao gave a cruel smile, which was just what he wanted.

He said to the rickety old man beside him, "Master Wu, it's up to you."

Master Wu nodded without raising his eyelids. His thin fingers touched the young man beside him. His voice was hoarse and he said, "Chen Song, you go out first."

"Chen song is my disciple. He has been following me for half a year. If one of you can beat him, I will fight again."

Ma Sanyuan's face changed at that time, and Murong Cang and other martial people also snorted coldly.

Let an apprentice who has just been a teacher for half a year go to war? This old guy, he looks down on them.

"I'll come first!" Burst bear roared, he waved, behind a skinny little man, immediately flexible jump to the challenge arena.

The man is only about 1.65 meters tall. His skin is dark, but he is extremely fierce. He is dressed like a Muay Thai. His eyes are sharp and fierce. At first sight, he is a fierce character!

"Oh, my God, this is sang Kun. This is the famous Muay Thai champion in the underground black boxing ring. He has won 20 times in a row. So far, no one can break it!"

Cloud Mu rain one eye recognized this Muay Thai, cover small. Mouth, full of surprise voice.

Chu Feng also swept her one eye, voice way: "Oh? You also know the underground black boxing. You have a good knowledge. "

"Well, look down on me? I'm also a taekwondo black belt and a master. " Cloud bathes rain to brandish small powder fist, two cheeks drum drum drum, proud way.