Wow! Woo~~ The girl's cry suddenly broke the quiet morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wei Yang looked at the gothic girl who cried out in the shadows with some depression, and she was also a capricious and spoiled girl, her outstretched big hand hovered stiffly in mid-air, for the woman who loved to cry, Wei Yang was not only a little annoyed, but also a little helpless, and the only way was to turn around and leave.

After all, he doesn't hit women, anyway, in the sentence just now, the meaning of scare accounts for the majority.

She withdrew her hand and turned to leave, only to hear the girl behind her suddenly burst into tears and laughed, and turned her head to see that she had run to the door of the cabin where the VIP was resting, and shouted with a grimace: "Don't dare to hit me, hum, you have to be careful next time, I don't believe you are really that powerful!" ”

Sure enough, it's capricious, Wei Yang has no problem with her.

simply ignored her, but soon the time for the fighting match was also determined, the sea ring was almost built, and the rack of the live broadcast camera was also starting to be built, and I believe it would be completed by noon.

Fortunately, the gothic girl did not appear again, perhaps because there were more and more guests on the ship, but as these people increased, Wei Yang brought other troubles, especially those women, of course, the courtesans would occasionally look at him in surprise, but more often they went to find the gold master.

As for the other single women, if it weren't for the fact that there was a fence around Wei Yang, it was estimated that he would have touched the muscles on his body up and down at this time.

So Wei Yang is very uncomfortable now, feeling like an animal in a cage for others to watch, but when he turned his eyes to see the ring on the sea, he said in his heart: Isn't participating in this fighting match just to be watched?

Time passed, and when all the preparations for the ships were completed, a man who looked like a host was moved to the middle of the ring standing on a high tower arm, and his voice came from the microphone: "Please come to the ring and draw your numbers." ”

The sliding iron ladders of the five cruise ships were lowered, and a warrior walked out of the deck of each ship, and Wei Yang was no exception.

Wei Yang stepped on the stairs that were only one person wide and walked down, and couldn't help but look at the other five people who also came down, through some previous intelligence information, as well as the appearance and clothing of these people in front of him, it was not difficult to guess which country these people came from.

Fuso, South Korea, United States, North Russia, and Bashi.

The level of these people is at the level of blood, no matter how high it is. However, Wei Yang is confident that none of these people are as strong as him in physique and strength, and there seems to be no suspense about getting the final reward.

"Please draw the South Korean warrior car too thin!" The moderator condescendingly took the roll call.

The South Korean warrior who was called was wearing a pair of shorts with the emblem of his country on them, and the man jumped up to the stage with shaking knees, glanced down contemptuously, as if the rest of the people were already defeated, and haughtily stretched out his hand and grabbed a note in the box, opened it and raised it above his head.

"It's Seven!" The host took a look at it and announced to the dignitaries on the ship.

After the South Korean warrior stepped down, the bearded Mi Guoyan was called by his name - Tomis, this person is very tall, at least 1.85 meters, three or four centimeters taller than Wei Yang, the muscles on his body are very well-proportioned, not as deterrent as Wei Yang, and the number he drew out is No. 2.

The Mi Guoyan stared at the oncoming majestic man of North Russia from the stage, Varotov, stretched out his thumb full of provocation, and stabbed downward.

The North Russian man looked at him, grinned, and reached out to take out the note and open it to the host.

"Number One!" The host shouted, "It seems that Tomish's provocation has been confirmed, and they will meet in the first game, so let's look forward to a battle between life and death, blood and fire!" ”

"Huaxia people! Your turn! After the host took the lead in the atmosphere excitedly, he lowered his head and looked at Wei Yang and said.

Wei Yang walked over with an expressionless face and pulled out a note from the cardboard box! It said six, and he was quite satisfied with this number, at least it represented the meaning of Shun.

Then the remaining Fusang warriors and Bashi's warriors don't need to continue to draw, and the two of them will arrange for a game at the end. However, the most threatening thing for Wei Yang in the middle was the short Fusang man, who never said a word from beginning to end, and his eyes never squinted, only Wei Yang knew that he was in his own world at the moment, cultivating one move at a time.

Looking at the five people, aside from the Fusang people, the abilities of the others have actually been shown externally by them one by one, Bashi should be a war dance, his fingers and toes are relatively thick and long, and his grip is very strong, so he must be good at martial arts that use both limbs. The Mi Guoren has thick fists, well-proportioned arm muscles, and at a glance, he knows that he is good at hitting with both fists with his bare hands, and the soles of his feet will stand on tiptoe from time to time, which can also prove his movement rules. The bear-like big man in Northern Russia, Wei Yang didn't see it for the time being, because that person seemed to be able to use his whole body as a martial art, and his strength was amazing.

As for the warrior in South Korea, Wei Yang had no interest in evaluating it.

The only thing to care about is the Fuso man, with his hands in front of his chest, looking down and not seeing his expression, his feet are spread out to maintain a steady pace, and it is difficult to see the laws of martial arts operating in his movements.

After the lottery is completed, each warrior must return to his cruise ship to wait for the call of the competition, of course, they can also stay on the deck to watch the whole process. Wei Yang was just about to turn around and leave, when a stick came from behind him, and he muttered a lot, but he didn't let Wei Yang understand a sentence, and the only thing he heard was Smecta.

But what Smecta meant, he didn't know.

However, from the expression of the car that was too thin, Wei Yang could still see that this person seemed to be making a lot of nonsense, and it was probably not a good word. Wei Yang looked up at the host, "Can you kill him now?" ”

The moderator shook his head.

Wei Yang turned around and ignored the South Korean warrior who continued to shout and curse behind him, and the moment he stepped on the ladder, his right foot shook the surface of the ring, and suddenly the whole ring shook, and the South Korean warrior fell to the ground immediately after being unstable.

It made everyone on the boat laugh. Che Tai's face was flushed with shyness, and he stomped his feet and hurried away, Wei Yang's cold voice came from the air: "Prepare to feed the sharks, it's best to prepare a jar of kimchi for yourself to hold your bone slag back." ”

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The Fusang warrior who was just about to get on the boat in the ring raised his eyes to look at Wei Yang, his eyes full of fanaticism.

PS: It's been a long time since I've updated it, haha! Let's wait. Don't give up, because I won't give up either.