Chang Lang looked at the people on the stage who gradually began to increase, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and Xiao Feng walked in. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Feng walked to the front of the stage, faced with this Chang Lang and them, and said lightly: "I am here now to congratulate you on successfully fighting your way out of the encirclement from so many people and joining the warhead of Jinyiwei, but don't be happy, you want to officially join Jinyiwei to carry out tasks, okay." Then just knock out the team opposite you. After speaking, he looked at Chang Lang and them with a smile on his face.

Without waiting for Chang Lang to look at the other party, Chang Lang felt that he was being targeted by the other party, Chang Lang couldn't help but complain: "You all look at me, I can't eliminate you all, what you should really focus on is other people."

Seeing the people below who couldn't bear it, he said with a smile: "Okay, don't hate each other, maybe you will still be comrades-in-arms in the future." Since you have chosen, then you can start training, and this training will be taught by your original instructor to learn internal skills. I won't say anything superfluous, and after you succeed, I still say the same thing, there is a reward for winning, and there is a punishment for losing. After speaking, he ignored the contemplative crowd in the audience, turned around and walked out of the hall. With the sound of the door closing, everyone who was reminiscing about what had just happened woke up, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other with a trace of confusion in their eyes.

Chang Lang was the first to get up and walked out of the hall back to their original training ground.

After Chang Lang returned to the training ground, he walked onto the competition platform and whispered to everyone who didn't know what to do: "Come on, let me see how much you have improved during this time."

Hearing Chang Lang's contemptuous eyes, everyone obviously learned to be obedient, and no one wanted to go on stage. Seeing that everyone took a step back with a tacit understanding, Chang Lang smiled wickedly and said, "Jiaheng, didn't you tell me yesterday that you wanted me to see how much you have improved, didn't you say that you want me to look good."

Zheng Jiaheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Boss, I didn't say I wanted you to look good, don't wronged me."

"Oh, yes, I remembered? Then you didn't say that you want me to see how much you improve. ”

"Yes, but it's definitely not what I said later."

"It's you, come on, come on, let me see."

Seeing that Chang Lang refused to let go of himself, and was determined to let himself go, Zheng Jiaheng gritted his teeth and strode to the stage. Seeing that Zheng Jiaheng had already stepped onto the competition platform, everyone gathered around with interest.

Zheng Jiaheng looked at the crowd who came over, revealing the people who were watching the show, and reluctantly picked up the knife in his hand, and after holding the knife, he put on a fighting posture. Seeing that Chang Lang did not show an attacking posture, Zheng Jiaheng gritted his teeth and took the lead in attacking, and the knife in his hand crossed an arc and swept towards Chang Lang's undefended left side. Chang Lang didn't have the mentality of playing games, luck and internal strength, the knife in his hand swept forward vigorously, making a whirring knife sound, seeing Chang Lang's powerful blow, Zheng Jiaheng pinched the back of the knife with one hand, and held Chang Lang's knife, only to hear a bang, Zheng Jiaheng flew out with a knife. Chang Lang did not choose to pursue, but put down the knife in his hand and looked at Zheng Jiaheng silently, Zheng Jiaheng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Boss, you are too perverted, you actually have so much strength." After speaking, he ignored the ridicule of the audience and walked off the competition platform. Looking at the crowd around, Zheng Jiaheng opened his mouth and said: "What are you laughing at, if you have the ability, go up and fight the boss once."

"Who else, come up." After speaking, he smiled and said, "Changqing, or we will come up and practice."

Xu Changqing heard Chang ****'s name, didn't say anything, directly picked up the knife handed over by Zheng Jiaheng, and walked onto the stage. Seeing that Chang Lang was still like that, Xu Changqing felt a trace of anger in his heart, "I was almost defeated by you last time, are you so confident." "It's still rushing to attack the past, stepping on the gossip and stepping, the knife in his hand is left and right to Chang Lang, Chang Lang holds his breath and concentrates, shakes the knife in his hand, sees Xu Changqing approaching, directly jumps, holds the knife with both hands and slashes downward, like Mount Tai pressing the top, although everyone in the audience did not compete with Chang Lang, but also felt that this move came with a trace of oppressive breath, eyes staring at this knife, to see how Xu Changqing responded, a good Xu Changqing, not flustered at all, directly dodged to avoid this knife, The knife was like a poisonous snake, unexpectedly slashing towards Chang Lang's unguarded back, Chang Lang made a jack drop unhurriedly, and his body accelerated to the platform, making Xu Changqing's knife wipe Xu Changqing's hair dangerously and dangerously.

Chang Lang Xu Changqing's gossip knife was so powerful that he silently closed his eyes.

"Look, how did the boss close his eyes, did he give up?"

Seeing Chang Lang close his eyes, a smile crossed the corner of Xu Changqing's mouth, and he directly used the killing move of the Bagua Knife, and the gossip was continuous. Chang Lang's internal strength was transported to his ears, and when he heard the hissing sound of the knife cutting through the air from beside him, he turned around, and the knife in his hand accelerated towards Xu Changqing with the force of his body turning. After fighting for a while, Chang Lang did not lose the wind at all, but Xu Changqing, who had been working hard, gradually became heavier.

There was a look of shock in the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Chang Lang suddenly made a move of the White Bone Soul Dementor, the knife slashed a trace of mystery, and unbelievably attacked from in front of Xu Changqing, the corners of Xu Changqing's eyes shrank slightly, his feet retreated, and the knife in his hand danced into a circular knife curtain. But Chang Lang's knife still attacked, as if the knife curtain did not exist, only heard a crisp click, the two knives struck together, Chang Lang suddenly opened his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and it was too late when Xu Changqing realized that something was wrong. I saw Chang Lang's strength in his hand spit out, and he saw Xu Changqing as if he had been hit head-on by an elephant, and his body flew out directly. Chang Lang put away his knife and stood with his hands down, Xu Changqing looked at Chang Lang who had not attacked, and showed a bitter smile, "Unexpectedly, the gap between me and him has widened again." Touching his chest that was still aching with one hand, he walked off the stage with a knife in one hand.

Everyone in the audience looked at Chang Lang who was standing on the stage like a god of war, showing admiration, but no one dared to go up and compete with Chang Lang. "I didn't see that Xu Changqing, who was so powerful, was defeated, didn't we go up to find abuse."

There were bursts of applause in the corner, and the figure also walked out of the shadow in the corner, it was Zhao Baihu. Seeing Zhao Baihu coming, Chang Lang put the knife on the shelf and walked quickly towards Zhao Baihu who was smiling.