The middle-aged man in the dark room was staring at the video, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes were pounding for a moment.

The face under the mask was a cold face without any expression, and she said lightly: "No wonder Fang Fang asked him to come."

After pondering for a moment, he notified Ouyang Fenghuo and said, "Fenghuo, end the battle. If you can't beat him, you can follow the rules and let the Fire Phoenix come."

"As for him, we don't need a thorn. No matter how talented he is, he is not qualified!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man closed the video and walked out.

The middle-aged man walked out of the dark room, and the sun shone on his mask.

This man actually carried the mask of the Primitive Heavenly Lord, with a solemn and dignified face, which made people feel awe.

Although there is not much attention to what kind of mask to wear.

But after all, Primitive Heavenly Venerable is one of the three Taoist saints. No matter who it is, he is in awe and dare not blaspheme.

But this person just carried the mask of the Primitive Heavenly Lord. With every move, he had a momentum of surrender, just like the high Primitive Heavenly Lord.

As soon as he walked out of the room, a young soldier at the door immediately stood respectfully and stood beside him.

This young man did not wear a mask, had a handsome face, starry eyes, and three-dimensional and soft facial features, just like a stunning woman.

But he was a man, with a straight military uniform, meticulous and squint.

The first glance at him reminds people of the strong wind and strong grass and the setting sun in the long river.

Although he is very young, he seems to have endured the vicissitudes of life and the years have gone through thousands of challenges.

He has a young face and gives people a calm and extraordinary temperament.

The moment this man raised his head, his eyes were as lightning as lightning, and he was even more fearful than Ouyang Fenghuo, who was as cold as a knife.

"Teacher!" the young man stood aside and said respectfully.

The middle-aged man looked at the young man and said, "War Song, you can watch a video with an interesting thorn in it."

"For many years, I haven't seen a young man with such an outstanding talent who can't get any advantage in Fenghuo."

The young man named War Song snorted coldly: "It turns out to be a thorn, I don't need to watch it anymore. No matter how talented I am, I can't even enter the elegant hall."

"My goal is to win honor for China."

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing. He knew Zhan Ge very well, he was persistent and calm, and his goals were extremely firm.

He also looks forward to how dazzling the Battle Song will perform at the World Red Shield Competition!

...

Among the forests.

Ouyang Fenghuo and Zhang Lu fought back and forth, and no one could take anybody.

Ouyang Fenghuo was instructed by the middle-aged man and said, "It's over, so as not to hurt his body."

Zhang Lu said coldly: "It's easy to end, knock me down!"

King of Fighting!!

Where can I find a sparring opponent at this level?

Zhang Lu no longer cared about the outcome. What he wanted was a quick fight with Ouyang Fenghuo to see how strong his fighting strength was.

Ouyang Fenghuo was angry, his eyes sank, and he turned into a dragon.

As my body swayed, my muscles and bones made no sound, and I had entered a silent state, but my spine seemed to be alive.

He jumped up, like a dragon coming out of the abyss, like a willow seed strangling in the air, his legs crossed the blockade of Tai Chi and Bagua, and rushed straight to Zhang Lu.

This is called Panlong strangle, which is the highest strangle of the spine bone-transformed dragon, which caught people off guard and suddenly came out.

The throat was stalked and the Panlong stalked. There was no need for Zhang Lu to exert force from his waist and asked the other party to stalk out.

Instead, his legs turned into the tail of the dragon, and his neck was broken on the spot.

Thirteen thick red lines had already emerged on Zhang Lu's forehead, which were the thirteen visual nerves.

Ouyang Fenghuo's fighting is not that he is not strong, but that Zhang Lu's combat skills are too targeted.

On the one hand, crisis warning can give Zhang Lu insight into the other party’s intention to take action.

On the other hand, thirteen independent visual nerves locked in Ouyang Feng's every move. Although the opponent was like the fighting angel Alita, he could attack from any angle.

However, at any angle, this is locked in thirteen independent visual nerves. No matter where you take action, Zhang Lu's eyes can clearly capture it.

When Zhang Lu saw the familiar scene, the other party's legs came to his feet. Without thinking, he jumped up and spread his straight legs, like scissors, cutting towards the fierce Panlong.

Bang!

Both of them tucked their legs together and finally landed on the ground at the same time.

Ouyang Fenghuo was extremely experienced. As soon as his body fell to the ground, his waist bent, like a cooked prawn. His hands turned into dragon claws and hand, and quickly buckled towards Zhang Lu's throat.

When the female soldiers saw this scene, they didn't have time to scream. Their mouths were wide open, and their hearts surged into their throats.

It's over, it's over!

After finally taking this step, I thought it would be a draw, so I cheered for Zhang Lu in advance.

Seeing that the other party's dragon claw hand was about to hold Zhang Lu's throat.

Suddenly, two claw shadows flashed by.

Bang!

Under the explosion of the human body, Zhang Lu's hands turned into eagle claws, clasped with the other party's dragon claws, entangled and clenched.

The two of them were entangled with their feet and locked each other. They grabbed each other with their hands together, and their butts were sitting on the ground, unable to move, and they were in a stalemate in such a strange way.

Ouyang Fenghuo said coldly: "I still underestimated you and forced me to such a miserable step."

Ouyang Fenghuo has not been forced to a state of embarrassment by his opponent for a long time. As his strength improves, the opponents he encounters rarely have ten moves of enemies.

Zhang Lu sneered: "If you draw, you should be considered losing."

Ouyang Fenghuo remained silent, but he felt very uncomfortable. He was really embarrassed by the draw with a rookie.

Zhang Luyi said in a verdict: "You must be the loser. Who made you the king of fighting or the four super soldier kings? They are famous idols in the country and admired by countless soldiers."

"If this is spread, I will have nothing to do. If you step on your shoulders, you will definitely be at its peak."

"But as for you, the King of War, you are afraid you will be told by everyone that the gutters are capsized, the talents are gone, the sun is in decline, etc."

"I think you don't want to be circulated, either. It's still necessary to keep this brand as the four super soldier kings."

Ouyang Fenghuo under the mask was dark all over his face, and he felt a little frustrated and angry. With his own strength, he could completely defeat this fire phoenix rookie.

But who would have thought that this kid had endless methods. Whenever he seemed to be at the end of his life, he suddenly had another village and found a solution to his countermeasures, as if he had a lot of trump cards in his hand.

The most important thing is, does this guy know what he is doing?

He has such a thick-skinned face and such a strong courage, threatening the King of War?
Chapter completed!