The personal soldier of the beautiful president

The sudden change of the rules of the group arena put Qin Feng into a dangerous situation.

Five mid-grade Yuanjing is enough to change a martial artist's future in martial arts. It is possible for an ordinary martial artist to become a grandmaster... It is possible for a grandmaster to attack a heavenly martial master.

Any martial artist will not give up these five middle-grade Yuanjing easily. In order to win the final championship prize, they will definitely go up to the stage to challenge.

Qin Feng is also bound to get these five middle-grade Yuanjing.

Five middle-grade Yuanjing can make his cultivation a step further, and at least save a year of hard work.

He can't give in.

But if he was to face a wheel battle with many masters, no matter how confident he was, he would still be a little unsure.

The appearance of Shen Kuo can be said to have given him a great opportunity to stand up.

There has already been a bond between him and the Wan family.

Shen Kuo doesn't know how to live or die, and still wants to use him to show his loyalty?It is simply life and death.

Killing Shen Kuo shocked all those warriors who were about to move, and many warriors felt timid.

Although the temptation of Zhongpin Yuanjing is great, no matter how big it is, there is no fate.

If life is gone, even if there are a hundred yuan crystals, what's the use?

"Is he crazy? Shen Kuo is the chief disciple of the third master of the Wan family. He is the young generation that the Wan family focuses on training. He actually killed Shen Kuo? Isn't this provoking the Wan family?"

"The power of the Wan family is not weaker than the nine ancient martial arts families. Moreover, the Wan family has been passed down for so many years and has a very wide network of contacts. Although this guy is a master-level powerhouse, if he offends the Wan family, I am afraid the consequences will be disastrous. .”

"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!"

"I think he is courting death."

"Who will be the next brave man to challenge in the ring?"

……

The martial artists below started talking.

They really want to know, who will be the next challenger?

"Yo? Sis, that kid is so awesome? He even dared to kill Shen Kuo. Doesn't he know that Shen Kuo is from the Wan family?"

VIP three floors.

The private room of the Mo family siblings.

Mo Xiaoshan leaned against the back of the chair, put his feet on the table, while sipping tea leisurely, while condescending, looked at Qin Feng on the ring through the single-sided glass, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Mo Shaoai frowned slightly, she recognized the kid on the ring, she had met him once in Wang Shisan's restaurant.

It's just that he didn't expect that the opponent turned out to be a martial arts master, and his strength was quite strong.

She actually missed it.

But immediately, her willow eyebrows stretched out again, and she whispered to herself: "I hope he won't become our opponent."

"Che... Sis, you think highly of that kid, don't you think he's the only one? Can he be our opponent? Don't be kidding."

Mo Xiaoshan sneered, and in between words, he was quite disdainful towards Qin Feng.

The Mo family is a big family in the capital, and they have attracted many powerful people.

Although the kid in the ring performed well, but that's all, he is not qualified to be regarded by him.

"Xiaoshan, I have told you many times that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. We should not treat anyone with contempt, otherwise, you may fall into his hands."

Mo Shaoai turned his face to stare at his younger brother, and taught him very seriously.

Mo Xiaoshan curled his lips, obviously not listening to his sister's words, but on the surface he still acted very well-behaved, accepting it humbly.

Mo Shaoai shook his head.

How could she not see through what her younger brother was thinking when she was such a smart person?
However, she also knew that it was useless to say more.

The younger brother was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he lived a worry-free life. He grew up surrounded by everyone's admiration and admiration, and he has already developed a temperament of high self-esteem.

Unless he suffers a big loss, otherwise, this temperament will not change for a while.

"Arrogant boy, I'll meet you."

At this time, another challenger appeared.

This is a middle-aged man with a short beard, a cropped head, and sharp eyes. He walks like a dragon and a tiger, with a majestic momentum.

There was a palpitating coercion all over his body.

Grandmaster strong!
This is a master-level powerhouse!
"Isn't this Wu Zhendong, the master of Liuhemen?"

"you recognize?"

"I've seen it once before, and I have a little impression that this is a real master-level powerhouse."

"Liuhemen? Is it very powerful?"

"The number one sect in Shanxi, although not comparable to the Tianzong sect, its influence should not be underestimated. The sect master Wu Zhendong is also a veteran master. More importantly, this Liuhemen has a strong reputation in the political and business circles. Has a strong network of connections... In the Shanxi region, Liuhemen has a greater influence than Tianzong!"

"It sounds very powerful... But, the one in the arena is not weak. I don't know who is stronger in this battle?"

"How about we make a bet? I bet on Wu Zhendong."

"Wait...you look at your phone, someone has started the game, Wu Zhendong wins, 1 to [-], Qin Feng wins, [-] to [-]... There is still a deadline in the last minute, damn it, I want to buy Qin Fengsheng."

……

Everyone here has received a push message on their mobile phones.

It's about the game of the game.

Wenren Muye's business acumen is really strong. In such a short period of time, he made an impromptu online gambling game, and forcibly pushed it to everyone on the cruise ship.

Everyone turned on their mobile phones and placed bets.

VIP three floors.

Wenren Muye watched the number on the phone screen rapidly increase, from 0 to 500 million in just a few tens of seconds...

In less than 1 minute, thousands of people bet, with an average of [-] per person.

This is just the beginning, and bettors are maintaining basic caution. Moreover, the time is very short, and some people have not had time to bet.

Waiting for the next round of the group arena, the bet can definitely exceed [-] million.

The guests who are eligible to come to this cruise ship, apart from warriors, are the rich. Whether they are warriors or rich people, they are not short of money.

Wenren Muye admired his mind a little.

With an idea, I earned back the expenses of this banquet, and I guess I can earn a cruise ship for fun...

Qin Feng and Wu Zhendong in the ring don't know about betting.

"Boy, I am the master of Liuhemen, Wu Zhendong."

Wu Zhendong looked down on Qin Feng with sharp eyes, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Ah."

Qin Feng nodded lightly, his expression was calm as usual, and he was very calm.

"Boy... don't you have anything to say?"

Wu Zhendong frowned, and asked a little angrily.

"Say something?" Qin Feng was taken aback, thought for a while, and said seriously, "You are Wu Zhendong, the master of Liuhemen, right? Since you dare to challenge me, have you thought about the consequences?"

"..."

Wu Zhendong was so angry that his lungs would explode.

Nima, is this what I want you to say?You frankly killed my disciple, don't you have nothing to say?

For example, to say sorry, beg for mercy, I may be in a good mood, what if I really spare you?
"Boy, you are crazy." Wu Zhendong took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, his voice was low and harsh.

"You talk a lot of nonsense, do you still want to fight? Uncle!"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and shouted impatiently.

He found that the older the uncle, the more nonsense he talked...

"..."

Wu Zhendong felt that if he continued speaking, he would be pissed off.

He took a deep breath, the clothes on his body were automatic without wind, kicked his feet, stepped on the lost track with both legs, and attacked Qin Feng.

Fist wind rumbled.

Afterimages overlap.

As soon as he made a move, he used Liuhemen's Zhenpai martial arts, Liuhequan and Mizongbu.

Misty step, psychedelic footwork without a trace, making it difficult for opponents to capture the trajectory.

Liuhe Quan originated from the Shaolin Temple at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. It moves like a dragon, moves like a crouching tiger, moves like a cunning rabbit, moves like an ape, and is as light as a crane. combine……

Wu Zhendong's Liuhe Quan is as dexterous as an ape, as swift as a cunning rabbit, and as fierce as a tiger. On the ten-level ring, his afterimages are everywhere.

The fierce punching wind was even more overwhelming, raging and roaring above the ring.

Qin Feng was completely cornered, and seemed powerless to resist...