A year ago, among the Dragon Group, Death was the most popular warrior.

Because of his peerless martial arts, because of his cruelty to his enemies, and because of his protection for his brothers.

No member of the Dragon Group he led was not conquered by his personal charm.

The excited appearance of these old members infected Ye Xiong.

If it weren't for last year's demon hunting operation, he might have continued to be with these friends to fight for China's safety and honor.

The Hubiao man was knocked off the stage by Ye Xiong, and after a while he recovered, he stood up and shouted: "Who are you and why do you break the rules of the competition?"

Ye Xiong's eyes fell fiercely on the Hu Biao man, and his powerful murderous aura was released.

"Are you fighting with your brothers or fighting with the enemy? He has already admitted defeat, and you haven't let him go. Are you a member of the Dragon Group or a murderer who does everything?"

The man was stared at by his eyes and felt very stressed, so he didn't dare to be crazy anymore. He said weakly: "The leader said that the ultimate goal of practicing martial arts is to knock down the opponent regardless of everything. He said that weapons can be used, just like killing enemies on the battlefield. Only when a person is on the verge of despair can he release his maximum combat power."

"Fart." Ye Xiong roared angrily.

"Chief, he said you fart."

The Hubiao man knew that Ye Xiong was not easy to mess with, so he directly led the fire to the chief. He didn't believe it. With the support of the chief, the other party dared to be crazy.

"What he said just now is my Zongyi, a real master, who fought on the battlefield, and he was bare-handed and had a small fight. He could not train a real master at all." Long Zaitian said coldly with his hands behind his back.

"It turns out that it's not him farting, it's you farting."

Ye Xiong thought of the dragon group being trained by this guy to be a group of soulless, companions, only missions and cold-blooded walking corpses, he couldn't tell what he was.

"Although Long Tianya is a confused old man, at least he knows and pitys his subordinates, he has a bit of human nature, and you are simply a war machine. Compared to Long Tianya, your leader's ability is far worse."

What is the most taboo thing to be an airborne official?

It is that others compare themselves with their previous ones and say they are far inferior to their previous ones.

Ye Xiong's words were directly touching the bottom line of Long Zai Tian.

"presumptuous."

The roar of the tiger roar and wolf shocked everyone in the audience.

Long Zaitian stared at Ye Xiong and shouted angrily: "Look at the group of soft persimmons around you, which one looks like a soldier's material. When you encounter problems, you like clingy people. Do you have the blood of soldiers? I just want to train them to be more decent, otherwise how can you go out to perform the mission?"

"Being good to your own people does not mean being weak. If you think that only by fighting can you train the strongest subordinates, then are your eyes too short-sighted? I have never fought with my companions, do you think I am a soft persimmon?" Ye Xiong said.

"The instructor has never fought with his own people. Who dares to say he is a soft persimmon?"

"Who doesn't know that the instructor is the number one expert in the Dragon Group."

"The instructor said it well."

A group of old dragon source members seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and all burst out at this moment.

"I'll see what kind of ability is the number one master in the Dragon Group in the rumor you have."

After Long Zaitian finished speaking, he jumped to the fighting arena and said coldly: "If you have a kind of thing, come up and fight me."

Ye Xiong didn't want to take action at first, but the other party was forced to this level. If he didn't take action, the brothers in the dragon group would not be able to raise their heads in the future.

Loss, you can, but you must not avoid the challenge.

"I'm just about to see how powerful the Chinese war god in the army is rumored to be."

Ye Xiongyue jumped on his body, stood in front of Long Zai Tian, ​​staring at him.

Off the field, they suddenly burst into flames and surrounded them, each of them extremely excited.

On one side is the Chinese God of War, known as the number one master in the Chinese army; on the other side is the former number one master of the Dragon Group, known as the Death Reaper.

Both of them are famous figures, and this battle will definitely be earth-shaking.

Some people even called out and asked other team members to come and watch.

In less than a few minutes, countless members of the dragon group rushed over here and surrounded the entire fighting arena, preparing to witness the battle between these two masters.

Long Zaitian held his hands behind his back, staring at Ye Xiong coldly, and a sharp gaze shot out from his eyes.

"Don't say that I bully the small with the big one. As long as you can survive five minutes and never defeat me, I will win." Long Zaitian said.

"Are you shameless?" Ye Xiong's lips showed a mockery look.

"You are in your prime and have been practicing internal skills for at least ten years than me. I don't know how much better than me. Even if the difference between experts is small, you can still distinguish between them within three or two minutes. You might as well not let them go."

"What do you want?"

"If you can defeat me within two minutes, you will win." Ye Xiong said.

Although it was two minutes, Ye Xiong did not have much chance of winning. After all, Long Zaitian is the number one master in the Chinese army. Before he was born, Long Zaitian was already famous all over China. Now that so many years have passed, he doesn’t know how far his Dragon Spinal internal skills have been cultivated. If he thinks that at his age in his twenties, it would be a fantasy.

"Two minutes, then I underestimate you, three minutes." Long Zai Tian raised three fingers.

"I underestimate it, I don't care, two minutes." Ye Xiong refused to let go.

"Trial, two and a half minutes." Long Zaitian said.

"Okay, then it's two and a half minutes."

"Since it's a competition, you naturally have to bet. If you lose, you have to return to the Dragon Group to play for the country; if you win, you will be free from today. I will never force you to enter the Dragon Group again, how about it?"

"This is exactly what I want to say." Ye Xiong said.

This time he came, his most worried about being Long Zaitian oppressed him to return to the Dragon Group. In this case, he would not be able to stay in Jiangnan City and live a free life with a group of beauties around him.

Now that he has made this bet, it is exactly what he wants.

This battle is only allowed to succeed, not fail.

This is a major event that concerns his lower body's sexual blessings, and must not be taken lightly.

"Then we will decide."

Long Zai Tian took off his military uniform and threw it to the hands of a personal soldier below the field, saying, "Xiao Zheng, come to see the time."

"Yes, Chief."

Xiao Zheng took out a chronometer, returned to zero, and said, "Not at the beginning?"

"start."

As soon as Long Zaitian finished speaking, the air flow surged on the entire arena, as if a wind was blowing.

The pressure instantly spread out, and the people around him retreated a few meters.

At the same time, his fist was clamped with heavy fist strength, and it was like Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
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