Beilong had already floated away at some point. On the podium that was divided into two, there were only the deputy company commander of the picket company and Zhao Dabao. They stood aside, all of whom were shocked, frightened, and awe!

Compared with the students below the stage, the two people standing on the stage had the most direct sense. Although they were also unable to open their eyes by the dazzling fire, they clearly felt the trembling of the rostrum under their feet!

Especially when Beilong slashed down with his sword, the fire dragon's internal force exploded and overflowed with heat waves that made them feel as if they were in a steamer!

The deputy company commander of the picket company was fine. He obeyed Beilong's order and retreated to the edge of the rostrum, but Zhao Dabao only took a few steps back. After he realized that he was not convinced, he deliberately moved forward two more steps forward. So the reason why Beilong said "retreat" was perfectly reflected in him!

His front was burned to charred and charred, his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose hair and beard were all burned clean, and even the skin on his face and all exposed skin were blisters by the heat wave at that moment. After the terror was over, Zhao Dabao suddenly felt the burned needle tingling from head to toe, and couldn't help but scream!

It hurts! It hurts so much! Zhao Dabao was crying, but the tears were even more painful when the bubbles flowed through the face!

Zhao Dabao's heart was almost collapsed: I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have raised my hand from the beginning. If I didn't raise my hand, I wouldn't have come to the stage. If I didn't have come to the stage, I wouldn't have challenged the chief instructor. If I didn't have challenged the chief instructor, I wouldn't have fallen to this point of being bruised and ruined...

"Someone is injured!" When the deputy company commander of the picket company saw Zhao Dabao's appearance, he hurriedly called on the soldiers to save the people.

The students in the audience were going to make a laugh when they saw Zhao Dabao's miserable appearance, but when they saw the pickets carried Zhao Dabao away for medical treatment, they finally realized that this was not a joke...

"It's so scary! Zhao Dabao just contradicted the chief instructor and was burned to that shape. The chief instructor was so scary..."

"There is nothing to be criticized! The chief instructor said that he would retreat twice, and Zhao Dabao insisted on moving forward quietly. Who can he blame for his own death? Look at the deputy company commander of the picket company, why is it okay?"

"That's it! Damn it! The chief instructor is so awesome! From now on, I will be a fan of my life, and I won't explain it!"

The students were talking excitedly. Although there were some disharmonious voices, most of them were on the side of Beilong.

Without the supervision of the picket company, they all ran to the rostrum to observe the power of Beilong's sword at close range.

"Through! Through!" The two ends of the charred and charred gap were filled with students. They looked at each other through the five-meter-wide rostrum. The width of the gap could actually squeeze down two faces horizontally at the same time!

"So deep! So deep!" Some people stood on the rostrum and looked down. The charred and charred gap was actually straight through the earth!

"So hot! So hot!" Some people lay on the edge of the gulf to touch the charred area. When their fingertips touched, they retracted like electric shock. They were shocked: "This is almost a poached egg, right?"

"Awesome!" the students all said, and then took out their phones to turn on the photo mode to "sheep"!

...

"Is this what the unknown man who replaced me left behind?" A horse-faced Taoist looked at the huge sword marks that split the rostrum into two with the moonlight. Although he was secretly frightened, he pretended to be disdainful:

"It's just borrowing the power of the divine sword, it's not really a skill! The sword in his hand is Chi Xiao, who was said to have killed the white snake by Emperor Gaozu of Han in the past. It's really a waste of resources when he fell into the hands of an unknown soldier!"

This horse-faced Taoist is Yang Zhiyun, the former martial arts coach of the Bingwang Camp and one of the eight horses in Qingcheng.

"Master," standing beside him was Lu Minghui, the gentle chief of staff of the Southwest Military Region. Lu Minghui habitually pushed down the golden-rimmed glasses: "I wonder how strong this Beilong is, how are you than Taoist priest?"

"You are humiliating me!" Yang Zhiyun snorted coldly and swung his sleeves, and his already long horse face stretched longer: "How can I compare myself to me if I am an unknown man who has become famous through evolution and is like a nouveau riche!"

"Since that's the case, I'll leave this Beilong to the Taoist priest!" Lu Minghui's glasses refracted light under the moonlight, making people unable to see his gaze: "As soon as Beilong leaves, the position of the chief instructor of the Southwest Military Region is the Taoist priest!"

"Hmph..." Yang Zhiyun hummed with his nose, but a smug smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He originally looked down on a false position like the coach of the Bingwangying, and he was just perfunctory when he was in power.

But the current chief instructor of the Southwest Military Region is different. Although he is also a false position and has a status, not to mention that this position has attracted the attention of the whole world in the current evolutionary frenzy!

Bei Long? Yang Zhiyun shook his sleeves disdainfully and turned away: The unknown little man, sooner or later, it will be the ghost under my sword!

Looking at Yang Zhiyun's back as he was floating in the night, Lu Minghui pushed his golden-rimmed glasses again, with a deep gaze.

...

"Mai, Nanako all died in the hands of that guy!" On the yellow horned tree branch opposite the street outside the Beckham Hotpot Restaurant, a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue ninja suit with only two small eyes and single eyelids lowered his voice and said in grief and anger: "I will definitely get this blood debt back from his parents..."

"Suzuki!" Another ninja with big eyes and double eyelids riding on the tree branch next to him, exhorting in a deep voice: "This time the task is to bring the living back! It is best to let go of your personal grudges first!"

Suzuki, with small eyes and single eyelids, snorted coldly: "Don't worry, Abe, I'm just collecting some interest first!"

Abe, who had big eyes and double eyelids, was relieved a little. He was about to say a few more words to him, but suddenly the crow's screams came from not far away.

"The secret whistle has been resolved!" Abe patted Suzuki's shoulder: "This time the mission is only successful, not failure!"

Suzuki nodded with a serious expression: "Hay!"

With Abe's order, Suzuki and the two ninjas who came with him immediately jumped out of the shadow!

It was almost midnight, and few people walked by the old streets, and the Bessabe Hotpot Restaurant was also ready to close. Suzuki, Abe and the others were like ghosts and monsters in the darkness without realizing it.

"Old Bei, my son probably won't come back in the past two days, right?" Zhang Chunli said while yawning. Suddenly, she heard a "puff" sound, and suddenly widened her eyes and said angrily: "Why are you so much fart today?"
Chapter completed!