"It's so cool, Instructor Mo has made us live so comfortably, we have to take the first place!"

In the early morning, after the rain, everyone had a fine breakfast and left the barracks excitedly.

Mo Xiaofan smiled faintly, with his extraordinary divine thoughts, he could easily find the nameplate on the poisonous insect beast, and it was not like playing to take the first place.

Under the leadership of Mo Xiaofan, the six people are like tourists, leisurely and leisurely, how comfortable and comfortable they are.

If you encounter a poisonous insect or beast with a nameplate on your body, you will be killed, and if you meet a foreign player, you will be embarrassed, so you will beat them first, and then snatch their nameplate by the way.

Now, the players from all countries are disrupted, and only one team from China has gathered.

Mo Xiaofan didn't have to make a move at all, the tank and they could easily deal with the scattered special combat members, he only occasionally captured some fierce beasts alive and sent them to the ancient ring.

"Hahaha...... It's so enjoyable!"

The foreign team members were beaten one by one with blue noses and swollen faces, and they took a bad breath in their hearts.

"Hehe, it's really a narrow road!"

In the evening, Mo Xiaofan and the others were about to return to the camp when they suddenly met two acquaintances, it was Paul, a martial arts master known as the Grim Reaper, and Rodman, who had molested Zhong Yao.

"Huaxia people!"

Martial arts masters Paul and Rodman were taken aback, they were not afraid, but they didn't expect all these Chinese people to gather.

The tank grinned, flashed a murderous smile, and Liang Yong, the scholar and the others all rushed over.

They've played with confidence, even if they're martial arts masters, and they're going to beat them up.

"Humph!"

Seeing the Chinese people who came up, Wenger snorted disdainfully, in his eyes, these so-called top special forces participating in the competition, he was confident that it would be no problem to play ten or eight.

"Fight to the death. ”

Mo Xiaofan gave a faint order, and stood side by side with Zhong Yao to watch.

"Bang bang-"

As soon as Mo Xiaofan's voice fell, the tank and the others rushed out like tigers.

Liang Yong killed Rodman, blasted him away with a punch, and rushed up with a ferocious punch and kick, and Rodman instantly lost his combat effectiveness.

The three tanks rushed towards the master of martial arts, Paul, knowing that there was no shortage of them, so they decisively concentrated their superior forces.

Liang Yong got Rodman and joined the war group as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Paul's name is not blown, he is stronger than tanks in terms of physical toughness, fighting skills and experience.

The tank four joined forces to barely gain the upper hand.

Five people like plum blossoms through the pile, you come and go, the fight is extremely intense, soon, all five people hang the color.

"Instructor Zhong, do you want to practice?"

Mo Xiaofan noticed that the beautiful eyes of the big beauty beside him were shining, and asked with a smile.

"Hmm!"

Zhong Yao nodded, dodged and rushed forward.

Five to one, Paul quickly had the power to parry, and after three or four minutes, he was finally knocked to the ground.

"Cool!"

Watching a world-class martial arts master being beaten like a dog by himself, Tank and the others couldn't be more excited.

"Hahaha...... Yes, there are still ten nameplates. ”

The tank stomped heavily on Paul's heart and collected the nameplate from him.

Paul was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and his eyes flashed with a murderous light, and being trampled under his feet was a great shame for him, and he was worse than dead.

"I still haven't practiced at home. ”

Mo Xiaofan shook his head slightly.

"Instructor Mo, I've disappointed your old man, this thing is too good to fight. ”

The tank rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"Hmph, do you Chinese people only rely on the number of people? What kind of hero is it to bully more and bully? Lao Tzu is not convinced!"

Paul wrung his neck and yelled, looking like he was going to die.

"Dissatisfied? That's the instructor hasn't shot yet, tank, let him go. ”

Mo Xiaofan said lightly and coldly.

"Good Lemo instructor. ”

The tank lifted his feet, knowing that this miscellaneous man was going to suffer greatly.

Paul jumped up, put on a free fighting stance, and suddenly punched Mo Xiaofan's face.

This punch is like thunder, whistling and windy, and can knock a cow down.

"It's too weak. ”

Mo Xiaofan didn't even look at it, slowly stretched out his right hand, and as soon as he grabbed Paul's iron fist, the fist that was like a bamboo suddenly stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward in the slightest.

"This, how is this possible!"

Paul's eyes were about to pop out, he thought that his punch with all his strength would be able to smash the boy all over the face, he never dreamed that he would be held, and what made him even more horrified was that he couldn't even move.

"Are you convinced now?"

Mo Xiaofan's five fingers twisted slightly, Paul's wrist snapped and couldn't be broken again, his strong body suddenly bent down, his head hung down to the ground, and his face was pale and cold sweat.

Mo Xiaofan took advantage of the situation, and Paul flew up like a broken sack, and crashed into a big tree, breaking his muscles and bones.

"Damn, it's still the instructor!"

Tank and the others were shocked again, and the martial arts master who made them feel the pressure was like a baby who had not yet learned to walk in the hands of the teenager.

"Kill!"

Mo Xiaofan spit out two words coldly, remembering the scene when Rodman teased Zhong Yao in public when he was in the school field, he had already had killing intent in his heart, and now that he finally met it, how could he let it go.

"Good!"

Tank's face sank, and he walked towards Paul.

"Click!"

The tank stomped heavily on Paul's neck, and before Paul could understand what was going on, he was trampled on the bleeding and his eyes burst out, and he was pitiful for being the world's top martial arts master, and he died on the spot.

I'm afraid he won't dare to believe until he dies that the Huaxia people will suddenly kill him.

Actually, Mo Xiaofan didn't want to kill him, just because he was with Rodman, how could he stay alive.

"You, don't come here, I'm ......"

Rodman was directly scared stupid, trembling violently, and before he finished speaking, he was torn off by Liang Yong's neck.

"It's getting late, go back to camp. ”

Mo Xiaofan put the two corpses into the ancient ring to feed the beast, and his expression did not fluctuate at all, as if it was only two ants that died.

Tank and the others looked at Mo Xiaofan's gaze again, with a touch of awe.

Only then did they realize that the young man with a gentle and sunny appearance and harmless to humans and animals was not only skilled, but even more decisive than their bloodthirsty special operations elites.

Back at the camp, after a beautiful dinner, everyone sat together and chatted until late at night, and went back to their respective tents to rest.

Mo Xiaofan unconsciously touched Zhong Yao's tent.

The next few days were like this, going out to fight monsters and beating people during the day, and taking a big sip of wine and meat at night, Mo Xiaofan slept with a beautiful instructor shamelessly, and had a happy life.

Where is this to participate in the most cruel and arduous World Special Forces Competition, it's just a good way to enjoy it.