Be sure to catch up with that pervert before he does, crush his pride, and slap him hard!

Saga kept roaring inside, and he hurried forward with all his might, his body burning with fire, and his breath seemed to have swallowed a piece of soldering iron, and his lungs were burned uncomfortably. His vision had even begun to blur, but his eyes were still fixed on the front, at the man who was invisible but was holding himself down like a mountain!

Ever since he first heard the reputation of Cold Night, Saga had a strange feeling in his heart, that Ling Feng, he was really so strong?

Although he looks lazy and doesn't care about anything in front of others, only Saga himself knows that deep down he is so unwilling to admit defeat and unwilling to admit that he is worse than anyone else! Because of this, when the old aristocratic family brother was pressed by Hattings back then, he would choose to stand up! Not for the honor of some bullshit old nobleman, he just simply didn't want to be pressed on top of him by a peer!

He is proud, he is conceited, and he also has the capital of pride and conceit! From becoming a well-deserved leader among the disciples of the old aristocratic faction, to competing with the Black Courts, these are all relying on his strength that he has cultivated step by step, and no one knows how much he has paid to get these!

He has his own arrogance, although he has been confined to his home for the past few years, Saga has not relaxed his cultivation for a moment, in order to wait for the upcoming battle of the firmament! Looking at Nightwing, he thinks that if a young brother leads Nightwing's team to the battle in the firmament, there is no doubt that the right person is himself!

To achieve this goal, he practiced almost without sleep or food, so that he could defeat his rivals in the future—the only competitor in his mind, Hattings!

Unexpectedly, the other still appeared, from the moment the cold night appeared in Nightwing City, the fame began to rise in the enclave: General Pei Yun, Ao Qingyun and Night Streamer competed for him as an apprentice, the king searched the city in anger because he was seriously injured, and fought against the Oro Empire at the banquet, which was sincerely praised by the other party.

This series of glorious deeds weighed on Zachar's heart like a heavy boulder, and he had a premonition that his hopes were about to be dashed. Sure enough, when they came to the Shadow Wing Palace, this cold night was really named as their instructor!

Even if there is no Nie Yu to provoke him, he must take action to weigh what qualifications this person has to deserve so much praise, and what ability can he take away the long-coveted honor from his own hands? It turns out that this person does have the strength commensurate with his fame. Even this strength is so amazing! Defeat Nie Yu with one sword? Even if he and Hei Tingsi join forces, it is impossible to do it!

At that moment, Saga almost accepted his fate, since this person is so powerful, then he deserves such an honor, right? However, this hateful pervert, he actually denounced everyone as "garbage" and refused to be everyone's instructor!

Damn it, what right do you have to say that! Even if you are Ling Feng, even if you are the Ling Feng who has created so many shocking deeds, you can take away the honor I have hoped for for a long time, but you are not qualified to refuse it, and still stomp on it!

At that moment, Sachar was furious, but his forbearance did not let him show it, he just wanted to see how this cold night would deal with the selection after seven days. It turned out to be another shock, and this time the shock convinced Zachar!

The unbelievable source array, the cruel selection that has been demonstrated, these have deeply impressed Sachar. Especially the bow on the cold night after that, which almost made Saga, who had always been moody, excited, surging, and crying!

However, I am not reconciled that this honor will be snatched away so easily! If I admit defeat so easily, what will I use to explain my efforts over the years? I must be ahead of that pervert, not for any honor, not for any proof, just for a simple confession for myself!

It's close!

It's finally close!

Vaguely seeing the south city gate, Sagar's heart swelled with ecstasy, and even his heavy body seemed to become a lot lighter. Suddenly, he noticed the figure standing in front of the South City Gate.

The cold night body looks like a green pine, and next to him is a huge pillar of incense, which has burned most of it. Although he was just standing alone in front of the south gate, he seemed to occupy this space, and all the light was concentrated on him alone!

Shine brightly!

It's hard to watch!

"How—how is that possible?" Stunned as he looked at the unclear figure, Sagar's mood darkened, and his feet twisted inadvertently. With a "cluck", Saga snorted, and fell to the ground with a bang, in a cold sweat!

His mood sank!

After an afternoon of testing, Saga knew that he had reached a critical point, and the running just now could be said to be completely overdrawn, and his whole body was like a forcible piece of equipment, even if it was just a small lame time, he couldn't bear it!

But what does it matter, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Saga's mouth, and his eyes looked at the figure standing under the south city gate in confusion: Still can't compare to you?

Under the Nancheng Gate, Leng Ye's body moved slightly, but he forcibly pressed it again: Let's see if you can give me an answer I want to see!

The incense sticks are getting shorter.

Finally, another figure appeared, and when someone saw Saga who fell to the ground, he hurriedly leaned down, "Boss Saga, what's wrong with you, I'll help you!"

"Weizhi, you go yours, don't worry about me!" Saga said expressionlessly, dejected.

Qi Weizhi, that is, the "third Qi Laosan" in Nie Yu's mouth, he hurriedly said: "Then how can it be done, there is still such a little way, Boss Saga, how can you give up?"

Saga suddenly roared, "I told you, leave me alone!" His eyes were bloodshot and full of tyranny.

Qi Weizhi hesitated slightly, he knew Sajia's personality, and knew that if he forcibly helped, he didn't know what would happen, so he had to stomp his foot hard and move on.

One figure after another passed by Sagar, even those who were close to Sagar, after having Qi Weizhi's experience, they didn't dare to say anything to Saga to help, and could only look at Saga with worried eyes.

Sagar's eyes were gloomy, and the mirrors in his mind flashed through one after another, the immature one bombarded the sandbag in front of him over and over again, the feminine-looking young man smashed the boulder in front of him with one punch, and the deep young man led a group of peers to roar Xinglan one after another Struggle, Loss, and Glory, constantly flying from Sachar's thoughts at this moment!

Suddenly, Saga felt his arm tighten, and he subconsciously roared angrily and swung his fist: "I told you, leave me alone!"

"Boss, what do you care about this kind of person?"

This familiar voice woke Zaga up, he was stunned, the person who grabbed his arm turned out to be Hatins, and his own heavy punch hit him in the chest! Next to them was Nie Yu who was carrying Wu Duchun, and Nie Yu's face was full of anger!

Without saying a word, Hattings carried Saga on his back!

"You, what the are you doing? It's not your wife, what are you doing?" Saga was stunned for a moment, and shouted a little helplessly: "You-you let Lao Tzu down!"

"Smack!"

Hattings made a jaw-dropping move - he slapped Zaga hard in the buttocks!

"If you move again, I'll beat you up!"

Saga stopped resisting, Nie Yu stopped being angry, and Wu Duchun, who was lying on Nie Yu's back, was stupid!

"You, you, you—" Zacharian said a few "you", but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Shut your mouth, dare to talk nonsense, I'll beat you up!" added Hattings coldly, as if scolding his disobedient brother.

This, this black embryo, he, he dared to hit Lao Tzu there? Saga didn't reflect for a long time.

Ignoring the overturning of the river and the sea in his heart, Hei Tingsi took a deep breath, don't look at his back seems to be very relaxed, in fact, halfway through, he and Nie Yu took turns carrying Wu Duchun here on their backs, and then they were punched by Saga, and the state of the whole person can be said to have reached a critical point, and now he is forcibly insisting on it with a sense of faith.

Carrying Sachar on his back, Hattings slowly moved step by step, and said in a low voice: "Lao Tzu just doesn't want you to fall in front of the finish line!"

Sagar's body on his back shook slightly, and his heart was mixed for a while: Is it the end? The figure of the young man who clenched his fists and kept struggling reappeared, and he suddenly smiled with relief, yes, the front is the end, wouldn't it be a pity if he gave up so easily?

His eyes passed through the space, and he noticed the cold night standing faintly, if he couldn't even reach the finish line, what would he talk about slapping that guy hard?

Saga clearly felt the slight shaky steps of Hattings under his body, and he said with a somewhat evasive expression, "I owe you a favor." ”

After a pause, Hattings continued to tense his muscles as if he didn't realize it, and moved towards the south gate step by step.

The goal is getting closer!

"Ah, Black Boss, come on!" Some of the young masters who arrived first fell to the ground one by one and gulped loudly, and when they saw Darks carrying Sagar forward, they couldn't help but burst into a burst of cheers in unison! Only the expressions of the old noble brothers were a little strange, and they saw that Sagar, who was just unwilling to take over anyone's help, was carried on the back of Darks step by step, and they wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and almost suffocated internal injuries.

There was no need to look at it, Saga also knew what those guys were thinking, and with a hint of murder in his embarrassment, he threatened: "Hatins, don't tell you about it!

"What's the big deal, ahem, that's exactly what it shows—" A strange smile appeared on Nie Yu's angry face. Hei Tings glared at him fiercely: "This matter, don't mention it again in the future!" The black-faced Chinese character had a touch of red on his face, and he couldn't figure out in his heart, why did he just do that?

Leng Ye looked at the Haittings and the others who came later, and a smile that was not concealed in the slightest appeared cheap: Finally, I still waited for the answer I wanted! On the battlefield, if there is no spirit of mutual support, and there is even a gap between each other, how can these people be of great use?