There are a lot of people in the fighting arena, which can be described as a sea of people. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone still has a smile on their faces, happily discussing things.

Wen Mo listened, most of them were discussing this bet, and it seemed that they were all determined that Xiang Cong was going to lose.

Wen Mo raised his eyebrows, why is this? The strength of the two families is almost the same, and even the power of the Xiang family is greater, and the resources that can be obtained are more, isn't the chance of winning greater?

She looked at Xiang Cong, his mind didn't know where it was flying, and he didn't notice it at all.

The three doglegs noticed, but their first reaction was to look at Satoshi worriedly.

Wen Mo followed Xiang Cong, and walked through a special passage.

In fact, it's not right to say that, it should be said that it is the contestant channel, so there are only two parties.

In addition to Wen Mo's side, there is also the Wei family.

The people on the Wei family's side had already entered the passage, but they did not enter the lounge inside, but waited in the passage.

The big group of people stood there cheering, and at a glance they knew that they were going to make trouble.

Xiang Cong lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and didn't notice.

The fat man Fuqing stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, he looked up gloomily, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, so frightened that Fuqing took a step back and didn't dare to make a mistake.

Win Mo was also startled by his expression. Is this still Xiang Cong? He even made a grim expression.

The few times she saw it was a look of disgust, or a slight tilt of her chin and a mocking look at people at the corners of her eyes.

But overall, it's a more arrogant young man.

"Yo ~ Cong Cong, you are actually here? Young Master Ben thinks that your brother is gone, and you are a dog with a broken tail?" The young man led by him didn't know where he was wrong, and a good peach blossom eye turned into a mournful eye on his face, and a bad luck rushed towards him.

"Hanging dog, will this son be afraid of you? Just kidding!" Xiang Cong listened to the man's name, and the dark clouds in his heart were even more dense: Cong Cong is what your dog can bark? Hmph! A dog is a dog, and he only knows how to bark!

The person at the head is Wei Ping, the young master of the Wei family who made a bet with Xiang Cong, and Cong Cong with a mocking tone in Wei Ping's mouth is Xiang Yun's nickname for him.

He never felt anything wrong, but coming out of Wei Ping's mouth always made him feel sick.

"Who is the mourning dog shouting?" Wei Ping learned Xiang Cong's appearance, his neck was tilted, and he was triumphant, like a male goose that had won a fight.

"Shouting you!" Wen Mo didn't have time to stop, and Xiang Cong went back.

"Haha, he said he was a mourning dog!" Wei Ping pointed at Xiang Cong and laughed at the person next to him.

Xiang Cong suddenly reacted, and he was wrapped in. He was so angry in his heart that he was angry, but there was a smile on his face, and he didn't change color at all, "The hanging dog is barking again, and I don't know why someone always doesn't leash it well, so he just lets it run out." What if I bite someone?"

His tone was mocking and haughty.

Wei Ping was not provoked by his words, and seemed to feel even more meaningless, and even felt a little boring.

"You don't have your brother, and you don't even have the sharpness in your body. Wei Ping sighed, seemingly a little regretful, but the interest in his eyes was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Xiang Cong's face stiffened, and Wei Ping directly poked his sore foot, making him want to kill this person directly.

There was a gloomy look on his face, but what Wei Ping didn't notice was that Xiang Cong looked at him with a look of concern.

Wei Ping looked at him uncomfortable, and the depression that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart was released. He felt that he had not been so happy since he was born.

He couldn't help but feel a little proud, thanks to the fact that he had a good brother, otherwise how could he suppress this kid!

He and Xiang Congming are both young children, but why, Xiang Cong is more favored than him, food, clothing, housing and transportation, everything is better than him, just because he has an excellent brother?

Now that Xiang Yun is dead, the Xiang family has no heir, and Xiang Cong has no backbone, look at how arrogant he will be in the future.

Thinking of this, his mood was very comfortable again.

looked at Xiang Cong's eyes, with tolerance.

Well, after all, the person who died of his brother, he had to be a generous person, be lenient with him, and not feel offended because his tone was a little heavier.

Wei Ping's good mood is based on Xiang Cong's unhappiness.

Wen Mo saw the confrontation between the two in the back, and it was obvious that Wei Ping was superior.

First of all, there were so many more people on their side, and they suppressed the three doglegs on Xiang Cong's side in terms of momentum.

Secondly, Xiang Cong didn't know what the reason was, his emotions seemed to be a little strange, and he was a little impulsive when he spoke.

In the end, if Wen Mo is not mistaken, Xiang Cong is avoiding his edge.

Is Xiang Cong so smart? Wen Mo seriously doubted his thoughts.

"What's the matter? I have flowers on my face?" said Wei Ping with a playful smile, the skin on his face wrinkled with a dozen lines, like a leper dog.

Wen Mo secretly said in his heart: Originally, there was none, but now there is, like a chrysanthemum.

Xiang Cong retracted his expression and looked at him coldly, "Hmph, you still have a brother, but what about others?"

He knew that what Wei Ping was most jealous of him was that he had a super good brother.

Wei Ping's brother is Wei Lan. Wei Lan seems to be very good, but he has never been like Xiang Yun, who has to bring him something wherever he goes, give him the resources to cultivate, and solve his troubles.

"Hmph!" Sure enough, Wei Ping's expression immediately changed, and his voice became harsh and sarcastic, "Your brother is good, but he died!

Xiang Cong couldn't hear this, so he drew the sword at his waist and prepared to fight for three hundred rounds.

But there were many people on the other side, and the four Fuqing were not stupid, so they immediately stopped them.

Wen Mo is also considered one, if the fight starts now, she will definitely be involved even more, and it will be very troublesome.

Fortunately, Xiang Cong still took care of it, and after being stopped, he had no intention of forcing him to fight.

The two-room people did not enter the lounge and went directly to the competition platform.

The arena's jousting table had been set up, and it was filled with medicinal herbs.

"If you lose, I'll tell my dad that you're the one who killed my brother!" Before going on the court, Xiang Cong lowered his voice and threatened in Wen Mo's ear, his eyes looking at Wei Ping with a murderous aura.

Wen Mo was shocked: I was discovered?

This was her first reaction, but she felt that it was wrong, and her eyes immediately looked at Xiang Cong, and Xiang Cong's determined eyes made her unable to ask at all.

She knew that Xiang Cong was already suspicious of her. And if she loses, even if she is not, Xiang Cong will let her be.

She nodded silently and stepped onto the stage with heavy steps.

She looked around, looking for a possible way to escape.

The crowd around the stage was crowded, screaming and cheering, whistling, and clapping, which made Wen Mo's eardrums shake a little painfully.