Chen Qiye has been passed on to the Eastern Sect? Myth, no one can surpass it, whether it is the previous record or the glorious history of fighting against the masters of the nine directions overnight. Feiying's move directly caused public anger.

"This boxer is ill in his brain. He has only won a few games and then he has gone away."

"Damn it, let him get out, I'm going to fight him."

"That's right, dare to insult the God of War in the East China Sea, it's insulting us people in the East China Sea."

"And we Uhua people."

"Flying Eagle, get out."

For a moment, the insults resounded throughout the Dongpai slaughterhouse, and even the apple, banana, orange peels were thrown onto the ring.

Chen Qiye has become a belief myth between the East China Sea and Wuhua. Feiying's contact was infuriated by public anger. If Bai Yunfei hadn't sent someone to suppress him, Feiying would probably not even get off the ring.

Zhao Long looked at Chen Qiye with confusion and said, "Qiye, what do you think?"

In Zhao Long's heart, Feiying's skills are at most comparable to him, not to mention being inferior to Chen Qiye. Feiying is much more useless than he thought, so why is he trying to die?

"You ask Lao Bai to prepare, I'll go up." Chen Qiye said with an expression on his face.

Zhao Long was shocked because he couldn't find a reason for Chen Qiye to come on stage. If anyone provoked like Feiying once, he would have to go up once, and Chen Qiye would not be exhausted.

"Qianye, you really decided to come up?" Zhao Long asked afterwards.

Chen Qiye nodded and said, "If I don't go up, how can I know what the Song family's trick is?"

When the news that the war god in the East China Sea decided to take office was heard by Bai Yunfei, the East China Slaughterhouse was thundering in an instant.

"Is it really the East China Sea God of War on the stage?"

"Nonsense, Boss Bai said it personally, so it's still fake."

"Damn, I'll have to find a good spot to watch the God of War games."

Chen Qiye has unified the East China Sea and Wuhua, so it is naturally impossible to go on stage as casually as before. So as soon as the news of his on-stage come, the East Sect quickly leans under the arena, and people are next to each other, and there is almost a stampede accident.

When Chen Qiye appeared on stage wearing a plain mask, Feiying looked sad and happy. He was wearing a mask of an eagle, and Feiying must not be his real name.

"Are you the God of War in the East China Sea?" Feiying pointed his hand and said.

"yes."

Feiying smiled fiercely and said, "Since it's you, then you can die for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feiying had no nonsense. He picked up his fist and kicked his feet violently, like a full-stringed bow and arrow, rushing straight to Chen Qiye.

But Chen Qiye's own brow raised high under the mask because the flying eagle had no defense.

If he missed a punch, the flying eagle immediately rushed to a hungry tiger and pounced on the sheep, looking for murderous intent again, and at least eighteen loopholes were exposed. In other words, while the flying eagle was pounced on him, Chen Qiye had eighteen ways to kill him.

"Where did you play before?" Chen Qiye asked.

Feiying roared and said, "Ask so many things! You are not a god of war, are you invincible? Come on!"

A pendulum was knocked out, and the flying eagle soared into the air for one meter. Although he was full of flaws, not everyone could hurt him. The force contained in his attack was at least about 200 kilograms. If he was hit by a normal person, it would be like being hit by a motorcycle.

Unfortunately, he met Chen Qiye. After more than a dozen rounds, Feiying didn't even touch Chen Qiye's clothes.

The audience of Dongpai was depressed.

"What is the God of War doing? Why haven't you taken action?"

"Yes, this person should be the God of War. Could it be that he got sick and had a cold today?"

"There are so many strange things today. First, an arrogant flying eagle came, and then another sick war god......"

The old spectators of the Eastern Sect have already had their eyes on the fire. The moment Shen Qiye took the stage, they had confirmed that they were the real God of War, but they always avoided it, and they didn't look like the God of War in the East China Sea, and their domineering style, right?

Not to mention them, even Zhao Long felt depressed.

"Qianye, what's the matter? There were dozens of chances to fuck the flying eagle down." Zhao Long said in his heart.

They wondered that Chen Qiye was the one who was most puzzled. He had already seen this clue from the past dozen rounds. Feiying came from the northwest. Although he could not tell which team it was, he was a brother in a robe. How could he attack his brother?

At this time, something even more incredible happened, and Feiying actually gave in.

"I lost." Feiying took a deep breath and said. Since Chen Qiye had endured for more than a dozen rounds, there was no need for him to continue fighting. If this was the battlefield, his body would have been corrupted.

"You all know the result, why do you have to go to the stage?" Chen Qiye asked.

"Hahaha, there are some things that you and I can't decide." Feiying smiled miserably, but the laughter was a little sad. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a sharp knife and stabbed it in his chest.

Chen Qiye secretly shouted "No!"

But it was still too late. With a squirting sound, a blood flower bloomed from the eagle's chest, followed by two and three...

Chen Qiye's eyes were bulging, his body was full of veins, he hugged Feiying, and growled in a hoarse throat: "Why do you do this?"

He could allow his brothers to die on the battlefield and in foreign lands, but he would never die in the peaceful East China Sea, which seemed so cheap.

Carrying a horse and corpse is the reward that a soldier deserves, not dying under his own sharp knife.

Feiying was wearing a mask, and Chen Qiye could see his bitter smile hidden under the mask. He grabbed Chen Qiye's collar, whispered a few words, then slowly let go, and the sharp knife fell to the ground, and his life also came to an end.

A man died in the arms of another male protagonist, and a brother died in front of his own brother. Perhaps Chen Qiye had trained Feiying, or Feiying had worshipped Chen Qiye.

But at this moment, Chen Qiye and Feiying were wearing masks and cherishing each other, but the hundreds of viewers of the Eastern Sect felt a sense of fear as the desolation of the Northwest Gobi Desert, which was transmitted through the bodies of everyone, and even many viewers couldn't bear to watch this scene.

"Why did Feiying commit suicide?" After coming out of the Eastern Sect?, Zhao Long asked before getting in the car.

"Either I die, he dies, or his wife and children die, what should you choose?" Chen Qiye took a deep breath and said.

Zhao Long was stunned at first, then his face turned pale and punched the Jetta car. These were all good things that the Song family did.

But the problem arises again. The Song family knew that Feiying was here to die, so why did they do this?

"What is the purpose of the Song family?" Zhao Long asked. This is the most critical.

Chen Qiye's eyes instantly became deep and dim.
Chapter completed!