The Dragon from Hell

The two sides crossed, and Qin Feng and his party walked towards Chu Huaijiang and his party under the attention of everyone.

As soon as he saw Qin Feng coming, Chu Huaijiang was obviously much happier, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out.

"You kid, you are here after all."

Although it sounded a bit blaming, it was hard to hide the heart in his eyes.

Dong Wanglou didn't say much, just patted Qin Feng on the shoulder: "Everything is based on safety."

They all knew Qin Feng's current situation, and he would not play if he could.

Anyway, none of the people he brought were mediocre and incompetent. Even Xuanyuan Feng was enough to make Panlong Hall famous again.

"Take a seat first."

The location of Panlong Hall was arranged very remote, and there was a certain distance from the rostrum.

But since Qin Feng sat down, their side has become the focus of attention, and no one will ignore it.

Because everyone has arrived, the martial arts competition has officially begun.

The 20 contestants for the first game have arrived, most of them are disciples of the martial arts alliance, and the least are secular warriors.

The Yang State Martial Arts Association selected eight contestants, and these two groups just happened to have four of them.

I thought they would survive to the end, but I didn't expect that at the beginning of the competition, a Yang State warrior in each group stood up and said that he wanted to be the champion.

The two men, each with a sword on his waist, stood in the middle of the ring very arrogantly, looking down at the warriors below with a look of contempt, and roared in Yang State dialect.

Although I couldn't understand what he said, it was full of provocation.

He even swept a finger towards the audience, raised his head slightly, and didn't take the warriors below seriously at all.

Finally, his eyes fell on the disciples of the Martial God Hall, sneered disdainfully, raised his thumb with his hand, and then put his thumb down.

If you want to say who has the deepest hatred for the Yang State warriors, it must be the disciples of the Martial God Hall.

After all, the two sides had experienced countless frictions on the battlefield. Guigu Liuli was notorious, and many disciples of the Martial God Hall had also been soaked in the blood and tears of the disciples.

So now seeing the provocation of this Yang country warrior, a group of disciples of the Martial God Hall stood up and yelled in anger.

Even if you don't understand what he said, you can always understand his gestures, right?

However, the Yang country warrior not only did not feel scared, but laughed loudly, and didn't take the people of the Martial God Hall seriously at all.

The camera was directly given to Chu Huaijiang, as if deliberately wanting to see Chu Huaijiang's expression.

Unexpectedly, Chu Huaijiang didn't even look at the audience, but was pouring tea for Qin Feng: "Xiaofeng, try the tea that Lao Dong brought, the authentic Da Hong Pao from the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain, which is in short supply."

"They are so stingy in the Wu League, what they serve is also called tea?"

"It can only quench your thirst at most."

Qin Feng took the tea and took a sip, and tens of thousands of yuan went down his stomach: "Good tea!"

Chu Huaijiang gave a thumbs up: "You are still a good kid, you know what is good and what is dregs."

What he said was meaningful, and anyone who is not stupid can hear it.

Qin Feng smiled and cooperated with Old Chu very well.

The disciples of the Wushen Temple below laughed loudly, which made the Yangguo warrior who provoked on the ring a clown.

In anger, he shouted something to the host, which should be urging the contestants to go on stage as soon as possible.

The host immediately announced the official start of the competition, allowing the following players to choose whether to attack the ring.

In this kind of round-robin battle, the last one has the most advantage.

The first one to attack the ring is not considered an advantage regardless of winning or losing.

Now both teams have people from the Yangguo Martial Arts Association. The Wumeng side has the most surrenders, followed by the Wushen Temple.

There are not many people from Hengdian to participate, because Hengdian itself is not best at close combat.

Compared with the Wushen Temple, Hengdian is more like a shadow hidden in the dark, which may emerge at any time to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Therefore, such a ring is not suitable for Hengdian. There are very few people who come to participate, and even none of the core members show up.

Even among the top leaders, only Dong Wanglou, the retired old hall master, came out to take charge.

The attention to Hengdian is actually not high, and the main reason is this.

But the appearance of the Wushen Temple's children is definitely the focus of everyone's attention.

For ordinary people, the people they contact and hear the most are the people of the Wushen Temple.

The Martial God Hall represents the defense line of the entire Dragon Kingdom and is also a powerful weapon for war.

Therefore, even if the Martial God Hall loses this match, it cannot lose badly.

If they wait until the last one to play and take advantage of the situation, people with ulterior motives will use it to make a fuss, and they will definitely say that the Martial God Hall disciples are ugly and that as soldiers, they can only timidly pick up leaks.

Therefore, when the Yang Kingdom warrior who had just provoked them came on stage, a Martial God Hall disciple with a resolute faceThen he jumped up.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, very young, with a handsome appearance and a strong body.

That body of tendon meat was definitely not puffy, and the tightness was obviously the result of years of training.

Someone below recognized him and couldn't help shouting: "I have seen this young man. He performed very well in the audition. He won within 20 moves, and it was very easy!"

Many secular warriors who came to watch the game were all Dragon people, and naturally hoped that their own people could win.

Especially the provocative behavior of the Yang country warrior just now, not only provoking the Martial God Temple, but also provoking the face of the entire Dragon Country.

So now a group of people are very excited to see the young general of the Martial God Temple come out, hoping that he can defeat the Yang country warrior in one fell swoop.

Qin Feng sat above and carefully observed the two players.

Chen Chuqing sat beside him and asked in a low voice: "Who do you think will win between the two of them?"

"If I look at it now, the young general from the Martial God Hall should win."

The aura displayed by the two of them, with Qin Feng's current strength, can completely see through their true level.

Compared with the Yang country warrior, the strength of this young general from the Martial God Hall is definitely stronger.

And this young general looks very young, no more than twenty-one or twenty-two.

But it seems that he should be one of the people who are being trained in this generation of the Martial God Hall, otherwise he would not be sent out to participate in the competition.

Sure enough, as Qin Feng's voice fell, the young general from the Martial God Hall took the upper hand at the beginning of the game.

Soon, the two fought for nearly a hundred moves, punching each other.

The young general obviously prioritized physical fitness. Although the Yang country warrior used weapons, his hand-held long sword advantage was not great in a cautious fight.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, the young general saw the right opportunity, shouted angrily, and stomped his feet, heading straight for the face of the Yang country warrior.

With a dull sound, his fist hit the man's nose directly, knocking him flying backwards on the spot!