The Close Special Soldier

Zhao Yang drove his car to the main gate. At this time, people came to the main gate one after another. Everyone swept away the unhappiness and depression a few days ago. At this time, they were talking in twos and threes.

Seeing Zhao Yang appear, people stop, turn around and greet him warmly with a smile.

"Brother Zhao! Here you are

"Good morning, brother Zhao!"

"Brother Zhao, please come in!"

Now Zhao Yang in the eyes of the public has been a highly respected, respected image.

People are full of gratitude to him, but for him, a considerable number of them would have finished their lives.

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "good morning, everyone!" He is very happy to be respected and appreciated by everyone, so that he will not be afraid in the future.

After a while of greeting with the crowd, I entered the main gate. Inside, everyone surrounded him with Zhao Yang as the center. You talked to him one by one.

People have completely regarded Zhao Yang as the Secretary General of the supervision group of the Wulin assembly, and some even called him Secretary General directly.

The people of zhengdaomen look at Zhao Yang's warm treatment and are not happy. It is clear that they are the hosts of zhengdaomen, but now they are turned away from the host by Zhao Yang, an outsider, and take away all their aura.

Huang Tao, of course, is also full of anger. Zhao Yang has destroyed his plan three times and four times. Every time, he has destroyed it. How can he not feel angry.

At this martial arts conference, his plan was so thorough that he destroyed it. And most importantly, he gave Zhao Yang his wedding dress. I can imagine my frustration.

Huang Tao looked out of his office on the second floor and looked at Zhao Yang surrounded on the playground outside. He said fiercely in his heart, "the final victory of this martial arts meeting must belong to me!"

Because of the reason of last time, there was no outsider to watch this competition, and there was no TV station to shoot it. In a word, the Wulin conference held by them was equivalent to an internal competition.

Because the field is not big enough, so this group match can only be carried out group by group.

The scuffle of 15 people is absolutely wonderful and exciting.

People around Zhao Yang for a while, until the game is about to start, just scattered ready to go.

Zhao Yang went to Murong Bingyun on one side and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, little Bingbing. They were around me just now. I'm not good at it at all."

Murong Bingyun said with a sweet smile to Zhao Yang, "it's OK. I know it's a good thing. They respect you and will help you a lot in the future."

Zhao Yang nodded, he found that this time Murong Bingyun seems to be a lot more cheerful, at least when she smiles more, the expression on her face is no longer as cold as before, but gradually become gentle.

This is a good thing. At least it shows that she is more and more cheerful.

Zhao Yang said to Murong Bingyun with a smile: "little Bingbing, you are so beautiful when you smile. I love watching you smile."

Murong Bingyun stares at Zhao Yang, lowers his head and blushes.

She quickly changed the topic, said: "when the game must pay attention to safety, do not try to be brave, this is the dream ran elder sister let me tell you, she said if you were injured, she would ignore you."

Zhao Yang

Murong Bingyun then said, "we all know that you want to help mengran win tianlingcao to cure her mother's disease, but you have to do what you can. Don't work too hard."

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "little Bingbing, you are so kind to me. I can't repay you. I can only agree with you."

"Be serious!" Murong Bingyun stares at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang suspected that her staring habit evolved from the basis of the elder martial sister's rolling eyes, but even if she was staring, she was just as beautiful.

Zhao Yang quickly put away his smiley face, and then said to Murong Bingyun seriously: "Bingyun, you are so good to me. I can't repay you. I can only promise you by myself."

The same sentence, with different expressions and tones, has the opposite effect, which is well explained by Zhao Yang.

Murong Bingyun couldn't help laughing. The contrast between Zhao Yang and the others is too big, and the effect of this contrast is really amusing.

"I'm serious. Why do you laugh?" Zhao Yang said with a puzzled face.

Murong Bingyun covers his mouth and turns his back to Zhao Yang. He is used to Zhao Yang's playful and smiling face. Suddenly, he pretends to be serious. Murong Bingyun thinks it's really funny.

Zhao Yang is speechless. Is it funny that I pretend to be serious? But as long as Bingyun is happy.

Next, Huang Tao came out and stood on the big challenge arena, made a short speech, and then announced the start of the competition.

The competition starts from the first group, and Zhao Yang is in the fifth group. After signing his name, he and Murong Bingyun gathered around the challenge arena to watch the match.The rules of the group match are very simple. Fifteen people, in this 10 meter long and 10 meter wide challenge arena, compete with their bare hands. If they can hold on to the last person standing on the challenge arena, they will win.

Although the rules are simple, the competition is not simple at all.

The people who can attend this martial arts conference are all decent experts. Of course, they are the top experts in the current Chinese martial arts.

At the beginning of the first group match, the fight of 15 people was on the verge of attack, and the challenge arena became active in a second.

Fifteen people are fighting each other in a big challenge arena. Even Zhao Yang has never seen such a scene.

Murong Bingyun was even more stunned, and the fierce battle in front of her surprised her.

Murong Bingyun after reaction, seize Zhao Yang's hand, said to him: "wait for the next start must not start, lest become the target."

Zhao Yang grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "don't worry, little Bingbing, I know."

Murong Bingyun quickly wants to pull open his hand, and finds that the rascal is holding on tightly and does not let himself earn anything.

"Little Bingbing, I'm so nervous. Let me hold your hand first, so that I can relieve the tension."

Sure enough, when Zhao Yang's request came out, Murong Bingyun gave up immediately. She blushed slightly and turned her head to one side.

A few minutes later, several people were beaten down from the challenge arena.

A few minutes later, several more people fell off the challenge arena.

An hour later, the first group game finally ended, and the winner, after declaring victory, lay on the ground with no strength.

After an hour of fierce fighting, his clothes had completely rotted, his body was bruised and bleeding in many places, which made him look miserable. Not to mention those who have been defeated, they have already suffered a lot.

However, despite this, we did not cry or bear grudges because of it. In fact, the game is so cruel.