The afterglow of the sun sprinkled on the earth, reflecting a patch of red.

When the siege should have been full of smoke a long time ago, there was no longer the grand occasion of cooking on fires in the past, only a few chimneys were emitting firewood smoke, and more of them gathered in the square in front of the door, and the whole square was impassable. In front of the various handicaps in the siege, there are also crowds, and one by one the bettors are pinching the gambling tickets in their hands, waiting for the final result.

"Why haven't you come back?"

"Wait, aren't you? Brother, whose bet did you place? ”

The person who was asked suddenly said arrogantly: "Needless to say, of course, it is Instructor Yan, the strength of the third stage of the martial artist, if you even ...... Oh, even Young Master Zhou can't win, so it's unreasonable. Although the odds are lower, don't let the money you win in vain. ”

The questioner was in another mood, he was holding it in his hand, but he bet on Zhou Zhengying, and when he heard the other party say this, his palms were sweaty.

Basically, the people who buy Zhou Zheng's win are all people who have received Zhou Zheng's small favors, and they bet out of a psychology of repaying their gratitude. Some people play more, some people play less, but overall, Zhou Zheng's support rate is really not high, I'm afraid it's less than 10%.

On the other hand, Yan Baixun's voice is so high that Zhou Zheng can't compare.

In the square in front of the door, Yan Chuan was talking cordially with the people around him like a smiling Buddha, with his identity, he was in charge of the logistics of the entire siege, and he was definitely the lifeline of controlling everyone, and the position was important, second only to Zhou Hongqiang and Yu Jianzhong, and was one of the three giants of the siege.

"Mr. Yan, congratulations, congratulations."

"It's really a tiger father without a dog!"

All kinds of praise made Yan Chuan's eyes narrow, who doesn't like his son to be praised by others? As a father, what I want to see most is not how much achievements I have, but how much my son can achieve.

Yan Chuan's popularity is very good in the siege, he smiled and made an ancient fist salute, and said: "Everyone praises it, now the results of the competition have not come out, and it is a little too early to draw this conclusion." ”

Although Yan Chuan said this, the people around him were still full of praise.

This kind of obvious thing, what's the harm in patting the horse's ass? It's just a matter of bringing the congratulatory message forward.

……

The management center of the siege.

Zhou Hongqiang used a dust-free cloth to carefully wipe the long knife in his hand, until the light shone, then put the long knife into the sheath, then stood up and sighed lightly, walked to the window, and looked at the square in front of the door in the distance.

"Zheng'er really bet all the star crystals and gold on himself?"

The strong man standing behind Zhou Hongqiang replied in his "buzzing" voice: "Chief, yes. ”

Zhou Hongqiang's action of holding his hand did not change, but he muttered: "Where did Zheng'er get his confidence?" What he has to face is Yan Baixun, who has the strength of the third stage of a martial artist, and Yan Chuan's son. But thinking of something, he shook his head gently, what about Yan Chuan's son, no matter what happened to Zhou Zheng, he, as Zhou Zheng's son, would help carry it.

The strong man behind him said, "Chief, aren't you going to wait for the young master to come back?" ”

"Only those who lack confidence and love to show off will jump out, I have confidence in Zheng'er, why mess up his game time?"

At this moment, a domineering self-confidence emerged in Zhou Hongqiang.

For Zhou Zheng, Zhou Hongqiang knows best, although his strength is not good, but once he really does it, it will definitely be unexpected. In the past two years, why did he not hesitate to consume a lot of star power and use it on Zhou Zheng's body, that is, he has confidence in Zhou Zheng, believing that he will definitely be able to break through and become a martial artist.

It's been two years, and he hasn't given up, so how can he not believe Zhou Zheng at this time?

"But you still send some people to maintain order in the square in front of the door and protect the square."

The strong man took the order and strode away.

Zhou Hongqiang's eyes jumped out of the city: "At this time period, they should also come back, right?" But Zhou Hongqiang's mind was not on the competition, but his face was full of worry, and he had a premonition of something in this position.

A storm is brewing.

……

At the downhill slope of the siege, there were people waiting here early in the morning.

On the avenue of the crop field, Yan Baixun, who was dressed in white, stood on a large truck. The slow-moving small truck, under the breeze, Yan Baixun had already changed into tattered clothes, and he was dressed in white, which was indescribably elegant and free, which could definitely cause the screams of women all over the city.

The back of the truck is covered with a green canvas, so that people can't see what is inside.

But Yan Baixun was faintly confident and conceited, he didn't need to think about it, and he knew that the prey inside made Yan Dashao full of confidence.

"Instructor Yan is back!"

"Yan Dashao is back!"

When the sharp-eyed people saw Yan Baixun from a distance, they immediately shouted, and on the originally quiet downhill intersection, the crowd became excited.

Yan Baixun smiled and waved his hand, a hero who returned triumphantly.

Soon, the news reached the square in front of the door.

When the truck drove in from the gate of the besieged city, the people in the square in front of the gate became boiling, especially the people who bought Yan Baixun to win, and they were even more squeezing their bets and screaming. Looking at Yan Baixun's confident appearance, who can't see that this time Instructor Yan has won? The need for a wagon to transport the prey back is like a reassurance to everyone.

Yan Baixun jumped out of the truck and fell to the ground deftly.

"Are there any injuries?"

Yan Chuan was extremely satisfied with his son at this moment.

"Don't worry, these beasts won't hurt me yet." Yan Baixun only had a small mark on his face, which was caught by the tanuki, which did not affect his handsomeness, anyway, it added an alternative beauty, like a medal.

Yan Chuan nodded and said, "That's good, how about it, are you sure?" ”

Speaking of this, Yan Baixun's face was full of confidence, and a smug look flashed in his eyes: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely let this waste know what a martial artist is." Thinking of the prey in the car, Yan Baixun became excited, this time it definitely made Zhou Zheng, a waste who couldn't get off the stage, and became the laughing stock of the whole city.

Yan Chuan just smiled when he saw Yan Baixun so confident.

Although Yan Baixun called Zhou Zheng a waste, which is a bit disrespectful to the leader Zhou Hongqiang, but what is it? Waste is waste, in the new world, the strong are respected, even if Zhou Hongqiang knows, he can only acquiesce to this fact.

"Okay, you rest for a while and wait until he ...... When he comes back, I'll have someone call you again. ”

Yan Baixun was really tired, he didn't shirk it, and nodded in agreement.

……

On the secondary road leading to the besieged city, electric cars drove silently, rolling up fallen leaves on the road.

"Young Master Zhou, I believe you will definitely win the competition."

A third-stage warrior with a look of reverence on his face drove an electric car, while Zhou Zheng sat in the passenger seat. Zhou Zheng's prey was put on the trunk at the back, and almost the entire trunk was stuffed, not only that, but even the back seat was put down, so he barely put down the Shadow Wolf King.

The smell of blood emitted by the Shadow Wolf King was very strong, making the entire car full of this smell of blood.

But the warrior didn't care at all, but was full of excitement.

Zhou Zheng's face was indifferent, and he said flatly: "Hope, who knows." ”

This martial artist was a little honest and said, "In short, I think the young master will definitely be able to win." "People who have been in Shadow Wolf Ridge all the year round, who doesn't know the horror of the Shadow Wolf King, he thinks that when he sees the Shadow Wolf King, he will immediately turn around and run away, and he doesn't even have the courage to confront.

Electric cars soon appeared before the siege, which also caused a sensation.

The voices of "Young Master Zhou is back" rose and fell with each other.

And this sound also successfully detonated the excitement of the people who had been waiting for a long time in the entire siege, and they knew that the real high. The tide is coming.

Like a gambler waiting for the draw, each one is squeezing the ticket in his hand.