The young man took off all his armor and stomach, looked at Zhao Yong with cold eyes, and suddenly a murderous aura suddenly appeared, making it impossible to admit that this was a child in his twenties.

"Come on, defeat me and you will have the opportunity to go to Datang or join us!" The young child's face was full of disdain and indifference, and the people who couldn't bring it looked down on these reincarnated, and they also looked down on these people, they all volunteered to join the army for the glory of Datang, and they were disdainful of these cultivators who temporarily decided to join the military in order to steal their lives.

"Let's get started. Zhao Yongqiang held back his anger and stretched out his hand.

For Zhao Yong's polite etiquette, the young man just casually hugged his fists, "I'm not from your place, let alone a cultivator, so don't put those flashy things on the table, I'll fight with you with these hands, let's fight! If you win, you will have a chance to live, and if you lose, you will fend for yourself." ”

The young sergeant's contemptuous tone immediately aroused Zhao Yong's anger, polishing in the army is always the most cruel and fastest way, this young man obviously experienced the battle against the Japanese army and survived, he did not hide his contempt for Zhao Yong, a cultivator who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Then I don't have to be angry either, even if I can't beat me, even if my strength is not good, naturally I don't have the face to go to those two places, but if you lose, you have to apologize to me!"

The laughter suddenly rang out, this is also a ring, although there is no sightseeing from outsiders, but of course the boring sergeant will come here to rest, this so-called Peng Yue They obviously know that since a person who is not even a cultivator comes here to swing, it is enough to reflect the strength of this half-grown child, and it also seems that the provocation of the military high-level to the impossible zone, as long as they are not considered garbage, they want it, if the cultivators who cannot be brought in the belt will have at least two percent of the cultivators leave.

"But you're just wishful thinking, but everything is only qualified if you can fight!" The young man finally paid a little attention to Zhao Yong, his twenties are not too old, but the child in front of him is obviously younger than himself, and the young man's anger is even more crazy and he doesn't care about anything.

Although the cultivators all cultivated from the Ten Heavens of Body Refining, there were a few cultivators who really paid attention to body refining, and their bodies were even weaker than some mortals who focused on body refining but did not step into the immortal cultivators, and in their eyes, Zhao Yong was just a fool with more than enough courage and insufficient strategy.

The strongest in the offensive and the most useful tactics, of course, are based on the most useful in the army, they have never lacked the means, and there are no taboos on the battlefield, everything is based on practicality, and a child who has not even reached the age of fifteen years old in the Yuan Dan realm can not help but laugh at them.

"Then let the facts speak!"

Zhao Yong didn't talk too much nonsense, saying that he didn't need the power of qi, he definitely didn't need it, he had the body of a nine-crowned red spirit snake, and of course his strength was stronger than that of ordinary immortal cultivators, and he didn't suffer a loss in close combat!

At a young age, he has a pair of indifferent eyes that make people feel intimidating, everything this kid has experienced will definitely not be simple, and he dares to argue with a Yuan Dan cultivator as a mortal, his strength is undoubtedly powerful, this cultivator in front of him actually wants to divide the victory and defeat in close combat, and the sergeants watching the battle all laughed, they shouted and even opened a gambling board, one by one when Zhao Yong was forced to use his anger.

The soldiers shouted for Peng Yue to destroy this boy who didn't know the height of the sky, so that they could win money, and Peng Yue, who was in the ring, was not easy to deal with, Zhao Yong's more indifferent and even bloody eyes were not something he could bear, and the muscles full of bullets on his body also made him very careful, this opponent was not simple at all.

This is not an explosive muscle, but the kind of body that is most suitable for fighting, this person's physical ability is definitely not inferior to him, at this moment he is really a little puzzled, the body cultivation is equally powerful, in addition to some of the leaders of the divine power that has been introduced for him, it is only possessed by demon beasts, what kind of monster is this guy, when he signed up, he touched his bones and tested his age, this is a real fourteen-year-old boy.

"Then let's fight!" The opponent's strength and hard-hitting did not arouse Peng Yue's disgust, but instead provoked him to fight stronger**, he longed for this powerful opponent, an opponent who could let him go completely.

The standard warrior etiquette caught Zhao Yong, who started fighting, off guard, he didn't understand why the young warrior who had despised him before suddenly changed his attitude, but the opponent had basic etiquette, although the reason was a little unclear, but Zhao Yong would not change because of the reason, the opponent gave him enough respect, then he would never be rude.

The ring was only a phalanx of about 100 x 100 meters, and this place was obviously a bit small for a cultivator, but considering that his opponent was nothing more than a mortal who only knew close combat, it was not too much at all.

At a distance of only a hundred meters, the two of them had already come into contact within a breath.

As a mortal who dares to challenge a cultivator, of course, he has enough confidence, at least their speed will be quite fast, when they choose hand-to-hand combat, there were laughter and the like before disappeared in an instant, and the cowardly and greedy guy who is afraid of death is not willing to choose the high-mortality combat method of hand-to-hand combat.

And their first collision was enough to prove that this person who couldn't be zoned was obviously not impulsive, at least with the support of no qi, he was able to keep up with Peng Yue's speed, which was not a level that ordinary cultivators could achieve.

What kind of team is Shenwei, this is a special force, the purpose of their existence is to wipe out some cultivators who oppose Datang, and he can also feel that Zhao Yong did not use the slightest anger.

A cultivator who doesn't rely on qi? Has he ever practiced in this area?

Peng Yue was even slightly distracted, he didn't feel that this man had the possibility of defeating him from beginning to end, but his distraction put himself in a dilemma, the other party's hand-to-hand combat was so strong!

The left hand is as soft as water, and the right hand is as fierce as a mountain, one soft and one just makes Peng Yue rush for a while, his attack and killing skills can't be used at all, and as soon as he is touched, he has no power to fight back.

It's not easy to move slowly and passively defend and wait for an opportunity to act. From the moment he touched him, he felt that he had no chance of victory.

After a fierce attack, Peng Yue finally fell to the ground without any doubt, and there was silence around him.

They had already guessed the ending at the beginning of this battle, but Zhao Yong's proposal made them change their views again, but there was no resemblance to the current ending.

Zhao Yong may think that this ending is normal, and he still has the mind to look left and right when he fights in close quarters, how can such a person also shout for close combat with him?

Zhao Yong felt that it was his business to be normal, and none of the people around him thought that it was normal enough, even Peng Yue was equally surprised, he had not reacted to it so far that he had lost, and he had lost so completely.

"I'm going to fight you once! If I wasn't distracted, you wouldn't win!" Although Peng Yue was older than Zhao Yong, twenty years old was really not a big enough age, it was understandable that this kid wanted to turn the tables, but Zhao Yong ignored this.

"You are soldiers, you should know better than me that no one will give you a second chance on the battlefield, defeat is death, can a dead man ask others to fight again? Zhao Yong said unhurriedly, but the words were clear word by word, so that they could not refute it, the soldiers are the most realistic group of people, they know too well the life and death on the battlefield, and there is no chance again.

"I ...... But I want to fight you again, I will definitely win this time! I will definitely win!" Peng Yue's face turned red, he was still a standard freshman in his twenties, and this was just the first few fights he had fought after leaving Shenwei training.

"That's not impossible, but before that you have to clear what you have to do, and who will fight you with a tail. ”

The soldiers protect the short, but they also admire the powerful people, and they don't know what to do for a while.

"I'm sorry!"

The loud voice echoed in this fairly good venue, and in the pair of pupils staring at him, Zhao Yong only saw the word persistence, he didn't want to turn the tables, but wanted to really fight with him, that's all.

This time he didn't have any reason to avoid the war!