Liu Rushi's eyebrows and eyes were a little melancholy. She had bought three years for Qin Hao, but who knew that the fool chose the most radical way, which also brought this destined fateful duel to the table in advance.

She didn't know who could become the king of this showdown, but in her heart, she had already made a choice. If he won, she would accompany him to rule the world. If he lost, she would be willing to bear everything with him. Therefore, victory or defeat was meaningless to Liu Rushi. No matter whether Qin Hao shines brightly or is dull, it was the man she chose.

"Uncle Liu has agreed to betroth you to me." Song Mangong turned his head and didn't want to look at Liu Rushi's shocked eyes. He said lightly: "I didn't want to get to where I am today, but Rushi, you disappointed me too much. Now I have lost patience. When I kill Qin Hao, I will marry you. You will find that I, Song Mangong, are the strongest and most suitable for you."

"How could it be!" Liu Rushi raised his head, a little confused, but more angry: "My marriage can only be chosen by myself!"

"There are always some things in the world that you have no choice!" Song Mangong shook his head and said, "No one can stop what I, Song Mangong, want, including you...so."

Song Mangong continued, "Tomorrow I will defeat Qin Hao, so that the ambition will be overturned. You know, I can do it."

Liu Rushi trembled all over. She naturally knew the strength of the ancient martial arts family, and even more so the terrifying thing about the man in front of her was angry. She stared at Song Mangong burntly: "You can't win."

"Is that so? You don't understand, I, Song Mangong, are powerful." Song Mangong stopped talking, gradually took steps and walked out.

Liu Rushi only felt a chill coming.

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At night, the Fengshan area was still very lively and shouting endlessly.

Some people dream, while others stay up all night.

However, time always pushes people away, and when the sunlight illuminates the horizon, it indicates that the attention of the day begins.

The land of Fengshan is full of people.

"Come on Qin Hao, come on Qin Hao!"

"Qin Hao is invincible, Qin Hao is invincible!"

As soon as everyone got up, they found a dazzling scene. Groups of girls in miniskirts were dancing hotly in the square to cheer for Qin Hao.

"I'm going! I'm blessed! They are all beautiful women, what's going on?"

"Hehe, you're stupid. These are Qin Hao's cheering team. It is said that the queen of the emperor will come, and the Ambition Group is really rich. It is said that half of the Ambition Media stars will come to watch the game and cheer for Qin Hao."

As expected, at first glance, there were all neat cheerleaders, each as beautiful as a fairy, mouth-watering.

Zhao Mochen fanned the paper fan gracefully, looking at a complacent look: "How about it? As for the showdown, first of all, you can't lose in momentum. Don't worry, this is the appetizer. After that, any anchor and internet celebrity will be present. The scene will definitely be hot. First of all, we will crush our opponents in momentum. This is my junior's strategy!"

Sheng Wanrou's face was covered in black, and she was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Mochen, and said worriedly: "Why is there no news on Qin Hao? Do you say... can you win?"

win?

Zhao Mochen naturally knew the strength of the ancient martial arts family. Last night, the Zhao family deliberately analyzed and inferred it. The conclusion was that Qin Hao's probability of winning this battle was less than one percent. He sighed and squeezed out a smile: "Don't worry, Qin Hao will not lose so easily."

Zhao Mochen was building momentum here, and Qian Yilan Liuxu was not idle either. He promoted this showdown in full swing. The reason was that he wanted to expand the influence. If Qin Hao failed, at least he would have room for maneuver. The fact was just as Qian Yilan and Liuxu had imagined that the whole East China was almost infuriated, and they supported Qin Hao. Immediately afterwards, there were people standing on Qin Hao's side.

This is why this battle is well known to everyone.

War drums, thunder and thunder.

In the Fengshan land, the military competition arena is in the shape of a Bagua, giving people an impression of solemnity and solemnity.

"Is it going to start? This peak showdown? Why is my blood boiling?"

"Hehe, of course, I have suppressed my wealth. I don't believe that the South China Flying Dragon can beat the Oriental Condor. Miracle only exists in the story. I only believe in strength here. The Oriental Condor I know will never be defeated!"

"Hmph, that's not necessarily the case. The South China Flying Dragon was the first in the military region. Now it has been dormant for decades, breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a butterfly, and it's unknown how it makes a big splash!"

"Then wait, look, that's the person from the Oriental Condor!"

I saw a group of introverted guys walking on the avenge with a pride, staring straight and as if no one was around. This was the pride brought by the title of the military district competition for ten consecutive years. The leader was Fu Haocang, holding his hands, scanning around, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This military district competition is much more lively than usual... It's a pity that our Eastern Condor Eagle has never had an opponent, so what is the South China Flying Dragon?"

“Shh!

"Shh!"

What Fu Haocang didn't expect was that when they entered the public eye, they actually got booed?

What the hell?

The boo is even louder.

Zhao Mochen, who had already occupied a good position, said proudly: "Did you see it? This is to despise the opponent strategically and put psychological pressure on the opponent. I have already won the lead for Qin Hao..."

The voice was speechless, looking around, but still no sign of Qin Hao and the South China Flying Dragon Team.

The battle was crowded with people and the sounds were buzzing.

Qin Hao! Qin Hao!

Wu Qi! Wu Qi!

Ouyang Ning'er! Ouyang Ning'er!

Fu Haocang's face was a little gloomy and said coldly: "Are these people crazy? Our Oriental Condor Heroes won ten consecutive championships, why don't there be supporters? Where did these people come from!"

"This... the military region sold the ticket vendors from the watchtand. This... the Ambition Group is rich and has almost won four-fifths of the position, and the rest are some big shots..."

"Hmph." Fu Haocang's face looked a little ugly, he licked the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "I will beat me to death later. If you say something from above, don't worry, it's better to see blood..."

Soon, while the scene was booming, the big guys in the army also sat down one after another.

Mu Shaoyun was full of energy and energetic. He followed the generals. He looked at the martial arts venue with some nostalgia and some emotion.

"General Mu, who thinks the championship of this military competition will be won?"

Mu Shaoyun raised his eyelids, looked at the other party, and said confidently: "Who else can I give me the South China Flying Dragon!"

"General Mu is confident. I am afraid that General Mu will make outstanding contributions in his life by then, but in the end he will be in vain."

Mu Shaoyun raised his hand to stop his subordinates from scolding him, looked at the other party, and smiled and said, "Murong Xiaoer... Who gave you the courage to speak to me like this? Believe it or not, I took off your military uniform!"
Chapter completed!