In a military district competition, the winner is the king.

The flying dragons in South China and the green wolf in the west are each wearing armor.

A team of 100 people, team fighting.

The sun is in the sky.

Ouyang Ning'er took the lead in launching the attack.

Who says women are inferior to men?

Ouyang Ning'er, a girl who is as beautiful as a flower, was beaten out of two dark circles by the Dragon Legion found by Qin Hao. Now she has to wear sunglasses when she goes out. Ouyang Ning'er has no choice but to vent her anger on these guys who still think she is sure to win. What are the Western Cang Wolves? Ouyang Ning'er can lead the South China Flying Dragons to fight against the Dragon Legion, how could she be afraid of the Western Cang Wolves?

Wu Qi and Zheng Zong also held his breath.

They looked at the father who had gradually grown white-haired in the stands.

They have never been the pride of the family, they have always been unsatisfactory guys in the eyes of their parents, and they are the objects of ridicule by others.

Then this time.

Just win glory on your own.

Let these guys who underestimate themselves see their efforts over the past few months.

Just stand in the center of the stage.

"Get together the formation and rush!"

rush!

The people of the South China Flying Dragons are all full of momentum. This battle... for themselves, for Qin Hao, and even more for glory!

They have to take it.

rush!

when!

Fist-to-fist.

The most tacit cooperation between each other and the most thorough tactics.

They formed a whole.

rush ahead!

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

………………………………………

Wu Dao looked at the martial arts venue nervously, watching his son rushing to the front, as if he was unstoppable, watching his son cover his comrades and watching his son look like a real soldier!

Wu Dao Laohuai was relieved that his biggest regret in his life was that Wu Qi failed to become a talent, but now he seemed to see the shadow of him when he was young.

No, it's more energetic than he was back then.

Wu Dao laughed loudly. This kind of smile only appeared when he won the first first-class merit.

Zheng Shuang, who was standing beside her, felt even more stormy waves in her heart.

Zheng Shuang has always been helpless about Zheng Zong's arrogance. He is an excellent and qualified general, but a failed father.

Zheng Zong is very talented, but Zheng Shuang cannot give the right guidance, which resulted in Zheng Zong becoming more arrogant and rude. No matter how Zheng Shuang scolded him, he was always powerless to do anything about it.

But at this time.

This kid restrained all his arrogance and knew how to cooperate with his teammates, and knew how to retreat as the leader.

He actually entered the realm of transformation!

at the same time.

The parents of Feilong in South China widened their eyes, as if they didn't know their own son. This brave, powerful and tough child is really the stinky brat who accomplished nothing but knew how to eat, drink and have fun?

They originally thought that today this old face was going to wipe their butts for their stinky brats, and they were sarcastic by those guys, but the scenes in the martial arts field made their blood boil, and their hearts finally beat, and the first time they appeared on their faces, which was extremely excited.

Martial arts venue.

Boom boom.

Ouyang Ning'er led Wu Qi and Zheng Zong to rush around. The flying dragons in South China formed a formation, surrounding the team of the western wolf like making dumplings.

"Hehe, I'll catch turtles in the jar, Chief Qin Hao said, "I'll beat me into a pig's head!"

"Brothers, I've suffered a loss in the Dragon Legion. I'll be back in the Western Canglang today! Fuck him!"

Boom boom boom boom.

From the beginning, there was almost no suspense in this battle.

The once proud western wolf was abused into a dog by the South China Flying Dragon at the end of the crane.

This scene made everyone confused!

"This... what's going on? When did the combat effectiveness of South China Feilong become so perverted? Is this still a group of garbage I know who can't help the wall? This is clearly a soldier who is not weaker than a first-class soldier!"

"The Western Canglang lost like this? How is it possible! The South China Flying Dragon is reborn in Nirvana!"

Boom boom boom boom.

People from South China Feilong are not polite to do it, and their resentment is vented on the western wolf.

"Give up!" someone begged for mercy.

"Hehe, weren't you still very arrogant just now? I didn't hear what you said, admit defeat? I don't allow you to admit defeat. Come and look at my Overlord Meteor Fist!"

Completely abused!

Mu Shaoyun looked at this scene happily. He founded the South China Feilong Military Region. He thought it would become a dust of history with his departure, but he did not expect that a casual move would bring him back to life. Mu Shaoyun couldn't help but look at Qin Hao who was still lazy at this time, and the appreciation was getting stronger.

But Mao Zhengzhi was ashamed of his face at this time. Yan Ziyi's disastrous defeat had already left the Western Canglang without any face. He was originally looking forward to the Western Canglang to save the glory of the military region, but he did not expect to become a stepping stone for the other party to step on the platform of glory.

But one hour.

The team of the Canglang Hundreds in the Western Conference was no longer able to stand, and they all fell to the ground and moaned.

The South China Feilong seemed to have no idea what it means to stop at the right time. They raised their feet and stepped on the defeated generals under their command, and then raised their heads one by one.

This day.

They will get rid of the reputation of waste, garbage.

South China Flying Dragon, Glory Returns!

The whole audience was silent, and this scene was unexpected by no one.

Suddenly a lazy voice sounded: "This is over? General Mao, you are not good at the western wolf... What did you say to give you the courage to challenge me, South China Feilong, isn't this a humiliation? Alas... Why are you doing this? By the way, I'll thank you for the 500 million military spending. In fact, it's a waste of you. The group of garbage I cultivated is simply a waste of my time and my subordinates."

Mao Zhengzhi was trembling all over, but he couldn't say anything.

Qin Hao turned his head and looked towards the direction directly north. A faint voice spread through the power of the dragon: "So, who else is not convinced?"

Qin Hao's eyes skipped the team of the Cang Wolves in the West, swept over the White Tiger in the Northeast, and finally landed on Song Mangong and the Eastern Condor Heroes behind him.

At the same time, the people from the South China Flying Dragon also raised their heads and looked at the military region myth with a high fighting spirit... on the Eastern Condor Heroes.

The wind is gentle.

Song Mangong slowly stood up and met Qin Hao's burning eyes. Looking at this guy who was not amazing but took away his beloved, and then watching the scene of the western wolf being trampled under his feet, and at this time Qin Hao's arrogance, Song Mangong finally became angry again. He said lightly: "What? Xinghuoan wants to compete with Haoyue for the sunshine?"

Nangong Meng was tense all over. Looking at the two men who were separated by a martial arts venue, she was extremely nervous. She grabbed Nangong Yizhu's sleeve and asked, "Sister, is Qin Hao crazy? How dare you provoke Song Mangong like this."

"Haha, Song Mangong is angry, it's getting more and more interesting."
Chapter completed!