Several people walked into the club together, and as soon as they entered, Mu Jianchen saw Long Yu'er.

Long Yuer was wearing a black sportswear, with neat short hair tied up, and she looked heroic without powder.

She stretched out her bow and arrows, and the arrows could be shot at the bull's-eye.

People around praised one after another.

How can you meet this woman everywhere you go, it's really unlucky, Mu Jianchen frowned slightly.

"Brother Wenhao, is that the youngest female god of war in Huaguo, Long Yu'er?" Jiang Mengmeng looked at Long Yu'er, who was dressed in a strong suit, and her eyes were full of admiration.

"Yes, this is the dragon god of war, she led people to defeat the 500,000 invaders in the north some time ago, and was directly promoted from a war general to a god of war."

"Today is the fifth anniversary of the opening of the Nebula Club, and Zhang Wenshan, president of the Tianlong Chamber of Commerce, personally invited the Dragon God of War to come and play." Ma Wenhao explained to Jiang Mengmeng.

Jiang Mengmeng covered her mouth in surprise when she heard that Long Yu'er had defeated the 500,000 invaders, and turned her head to mock Mu Jianchen: "Mu Jianchen, they are also soldiers, you look at the dragon god of war, and then look at you, why are you so useless."

Mu Jianchen shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to argue with her.

As the saying goes: often compete with peers, don't talk about the long and short with stupid dogs.

Jiang Mengmeng gave Hu Xiaoling a wink, and Hu Xiaoling said to Ma Wenhao: "Young Master Ma, I heard that a wealthy businessman surnamed Shen came from Yanjing and wants to come to Zhonghai to invest 20 billion, can you introduce me and Mengmeng."

"There's no hurry, let's solve the dick in front of me first." Ma Wenhao looked at Mu Jianchen.

Mu Jianchen didn't bother to talk nonsense with them anymore, he walked into the ring and jokingly said to Ma Wenhao: "Fight quickly, don't delay my time."

Watching Mu Jianchen walk into the ring, a trace of cruelty appeared on Ma Wenhao's face.

Jiang Mengmeng and Hu Xiaoling looked at each other and smiled, and they could see the smugness in each other's eyes.

"Xiaoling, how many moves do you say Mu Jianchen can survive?"

"He's a big-headed soldier, it's estimated that he will be able to do that garbage army body fist, I estimate that within three moves, Mu Jianchen will have to lie down." Hu Xiaoling said disdainfully.

"I hope Mu Jianchen can hold on for a little longer, so that I can watch Brother Wenhao's domineering and powerful movements for a while." Jiang Mengmeng looked at Ma Wenhao in the ring and deliberately raised his voice.

After hearing Jiang Mengmeng's words, Ma Wenhao said coquettishly: "Boy, don't say that I bullied you, I'll let you make three moves." ”

He said as he put one hand behind his back, and hooked Mu Jianchen with the other, looking like a master in the world.

"I don't need to." Mu Jianchen is a god of war and disdains to take advantage of him.

"Arrogance comes at a price!" Ma Wenhao is no longer polite.

He rushed out with an arrow step, and his fist was aimed at Mu Jianchen's head.

"Look at Brother Wenhao's punch, there is a sonic boom, I guess Mu Jianchen won't be able to catch this move." Jiang Mengmeng teased.

She had already seen Mu Jianchen being knocked to the ground and disgraced.

"The strength is okay, it's just too slow." As soon as Mu Jianchen's words fell, he disappeared in an instant.

Before Ma Wenhao could recover his senses, a sharp pain hit his abdomen.

As if being hit by a cannonball, the huge impact force directly made Ma Wenhao fly seven or eight meters.

Ma Wenhao finally collapsed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The expressions of the dogs froze instantly, and they all looked at each other.

They really didn't expect that Ma Wenhao, a black belt in taekwondo, would lose to a veteran soldier, and he would be so miserable.

"Brother Wenhao, are you okay?" When Jiang Mengmeng saw this scene, he glared at Mu Jianchen, and hurriedly ran over to wipe the blood from the corner of Ma Wenhao's mouth.

"I just left my hand, he's fine, he'll be able to get up in a minute or two." After Mu Jianchen finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Hu Xiaoling stood in front of Mu Jianchen at this time, with an angry face.

Mu Jianchen's face also fell, "The ring is also fighting, is there anything else?" ”

"Mu Jianchen, injured Ma Shao, you have to apologize to him." Today's plan was originally planned by Hu Xiaoling.

Yesterday, she told Ma Wenhao that Mu Jianchen was a retired soldier and would not be very powerful.

As a result, Ma Wenhao was defeated so badly today, Hu Xiaoling was afraid that Ma Wenhao would be angry with her.

Jiang Mengmeng also ran over at this time, "Mu Jianchen, kneel down and apologize to Brother Wenhao!" ”

"Get out of the way!" Mu Jianchen said coldly.

"Kneel down and apologize to Brother Wenhao!" Jiang Mengmeng looked stubborn.

"Why should I apologize, if it was me who was injured today, would you ask Ma Wenhao to apologize to me?" Mu Jianchen snorted coldly, not wanting to continue to deal with Jiang Mengmeng.

But he didn't expect Jiang Mengmeng's next words to really open his eyes.

"What kind of pariahs are you, and you deserve to have Brother Wenhao apologize, it's your honor to hurt you."

"Huh-"

Mu Jianchen was really speechless, he really wanted to open Jiang Mengmeng's brain at this moment to see if it was filled with feces.

"Your literary brother can't even beat me, a pariah, so what is he." After Mu Jianchen finished speaking, he directly pushed Jiang Mengmeng aside.

Walk towards the door.

Ma Wenhao covered his abdomen and stood up slowly.

was defeated by a big-headed soldier with one move, and he lost face in front of the fan sister and the younger brother, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

At this time, he saw a set of fencing armor not far away, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared in Ma Wenhao's eyes.

"Mu Jianchen, you give me death!" Ma Wenhao lifted his sword and stabbed it towards Mu Jianchen's neck.

Mu Jianchen turned around in a dashing manner, grabbed Ma Wenhao's wrist at will, and twisted it slightly, and the sword in Ma Wenhao's hand fell into his hand.

"A little friction, you're going to kill someone?" Mu Jianchen asked with a gloomy face.

If the sword just now was an ordinary person, it would definitely have to go to the West Heaven on the spot.

"You lowly big soldier, I'm going to let you die today." A cruel smile appeared on Ma Wenhao's face, and he said gloomily: "You wait for me, and when you go back, you will find someone on the road to arrest you, chop it up and feed it to the sharks."

Hearing his words, a trace of coldness appeared in Mu Jianchen's eyes.

At the same time, the sword in his hand swung out a sword flower and thrust it towards Ma Wenhao's heart, "People like you, I have to make you have a long memory." ”

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