Wu Qi's voice was deafening and echoed throughout the Fengshan land!

“We are the champions!”

Fu Haocang collapsed to the ground, losing all his strength, only his eyes were still turning. He listened to the cheers of the mountains and thunders and the endless applause, and knew that these did not belong to him. He was defeated, so completely!

In the end, that powerful force directly destroyed his invincible belief, and he actually lost to a group of useless people who only have the realm of transformation!

Wu Qi stepped on Fu Haocang's body and shouted loudly again: "Who else!"

Every soldier in the South China Feilong struggled to get up, completely ignoring his scarred body.

“We are the champions!”

At the beginning, who could have thought that they really did it!

Everyone in the South China Feilong was filled with tears.

They did not let down their efforts to waste their lives in the past few months, their parents' expectations, their great devil Qin Hao's expectations, and more importantly, they did not let down themselves!

The eighteen soldiers of the South China Flying Dragon hugged each other tightly, and blood and blood fused together. They listened to the applause and thunder, and they deserved this glory.

Ten years later.

South China Feilong regained the first place in the military region!

On the platform.

Si Huaqing looked at these young and passionate soldiers and was stunned for a long time, as if he was recalling something. Finally, he smiled and was the first to stand up. His calloused hands clapped up!

Papa! Wu Daolin Shanshan and Zheng Shuang applauded desperately.

Wu Dao smiled and wiped the tears of joy in the corner of his eyes: "Good boy, I've given me a face this time, okay! I'm doing a pretty job!"

"Hahaha, look at that kid, it's my Zheng Shuang's species. It's amazing. I won't be drunk at night! I'm happy!"

This battle was extremely exciting and beyond everyone's expectations.

Nangong Meng stood there in a daze, her eyes involuntarily looking at the man on the platform. From beginning to end, the man looked as usual. It was not until Fu Haocang was completely defeated that Nangong Meng saw a cold light in the other party's eyes.

In Nangong Meng's impression, Song Mangong had never lost. Whether it was himself or the troops he was commanded, as long as he had Song Mangong's name, it would mean victory. But today the Eastern Condor Heroes were defeated, and they were completely defeated by the South China Feilong on the martial arts stage!

This is the military branch under Song Mangong.

Wouldn't it be said that in a sense, Song Mangong had already lost to Qin Hao?

There was a rift in the invincible figure in Nangong Meng's heart. She couldn't help but think of the guy named Qin Hao. At that time, the South China Feilong was obviously a group of playboys who could not be helped, but Qin Hao forced him to return to the crown!

"Sister... do you think Qin Hao can still win?"

Nangong Yizhu's eyes were always on the eighteen soldiers of the South China Feilong. I guess it was like her. At this time, many aristocratic generals were estimating Qin Hao's value.

A service that can train an insignificant military service to defeat the Eastern Condor.

A fire dragon formation with endless changes!

There are also the weird Qi Condensation Pills and the Tianlong Body Forging Technique.

How valuable is Qin Hao?

Nangong Yizhu could already imagine that Qin Hao would probably become a popular item for everyone after this battle. Nangong Yizhu then realized that although she kept looking up to Qin Hao, she still underestimated this guy.

But, next, can you bear the anger of that man?

Liu Rushi looked at the group of soldiers hugging each other and cried. She didn't expect that the man really did it, defeating the so-called myth and creating a miracle.

This is his man!

A happy smile appeared on Liu Rushi's face. Lu Yan watched the battle aside. He no longer underestimated the man named Qin Hao, and even had a ridiculous idea. Perhaps Qin Hao is more worthy of Liu Rushi than Song Mangong?

Lu Yan carefully looked behind him with his own light. Liu Zongyuan, the real power figure of the Guwu Liu family, sat there, and was Liu Rushi's biological father.

Liu Zongyuan is very charming, with his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face did not leave any traces of vicissitudes because of the years. His eyes skipped past the martial arts venue and looked in Mu Shaoyun's direction, as if he wanted to find something, but finally shook his head and said, "So, come here."

Liu Rushi turned his head, looked at Liu Zongyuan, and said as if he was angry: "Father, look, I said that Brother Qin Hao will not lose."

"Child, don't you understand? So what if the Eastern Condor Heroes are defeated? As long as Song Mangong is still the invincible myth of the younger generation, you have to marry him."

"Father, I said that I will never marry someone I don't like." Liu Rushi said extremely seriously and seriously: "And who said Song Mangong was invincible in the world? Brother Qin Hao has never lost."

Liu Zongyuan sighed and shook his head. In fact, he also admired Qin Hao very much. He started from scratch and achieved his current status with his own abilities. He has already gained the potential of a generation of heroes. Liu Zongyuan did not even doubt that only by giving Qin Hao time can he go further and become stronger.

However, sometimes birth is a kind of strength, even the strongest strength.

He knew Song Mangong, and he was extremely sure that Qin Hao could not beat Song Mangong, at least not now.

Bai Jingwei was also a little surprised. As a family of ancient martial arts, he naturally knew what kind of training and training the Oriental Condor had received. It was logical that he would not fail, but the facts were right in front of him, and he had to admit that that guy was a bit capable.

He smiled, looking forward to the next showdown.

That is the final battle today.

The military competition came to an end, and the South China Flying Dragon won a miraculous victory. Ouyang Ning'er, Wu Qi and Zheng Zong's names resounded through the world.

Just as everyone cheered, a figure in the stands finally moved.

Song Mangong slowly stood up and took a step forward.

One step is a thousand miles.

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

The breeze was gentle, and at some point, Song Mangong was already standing on the martial arts stage. He glanced at the audience with a calm gaze, and then said, "Qin Hao, let's start the battle between you and me."

It was clearly a whisper, but it exploded in everyone's ears. It was obvious that he looked down at the other person, but why did he feel like he was looking up at that man?

"That's Song Mangong? The young generation of China's bull-holding person, the most peerless genius, and a monster? He alone made no one in China's younger generation dare to be respected?"

"That's right, he is Song Mangong, the fastest powerful man in history to enter the Taoist field. Song Mangong, who was praised as an incomparable talent by the leader! He has never lost all his life since his debut!"

"Why do I see him not even the courage to fight? What a terrible suppression..."
Chapter completed!