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Chapter 764 National Arts Exchange Competition (15)(2/2)

Feng Zixiu said again: "There is neither a genius nor the qualification to continue pursuing martial arts. I also ask you to agree to me..."

"What's the matter?"

Chao Yuanlong's heart sank, as if he had understood something, his voice became extremely heavy.

He didn't turn around, and he didn't even dare to turn around, and he didn't dare to face this dying person.

Feng Zixiu had already struggled to sit up, and saw that the other party seemed to understand.

He grinned.

"Tell me a word to Shen Lang. I'm so dissatisfied! Let's take a step first and let him go to the front for me to see what's ahead!"

Wu Chi shouted loudly, encouraged all his strength, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Chaoyuan Longyi.

"Baji·Tashan Kuai!"

This roar roared the whole life of Wu Chi's unwillingness and the anger he had throughout his life.

Chao Yuanlong stood there, with his back to the other party, motionless.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the moment Feng Zixiu hit his back, he was bounced out as a whole and fell from a distance.

When it landed on the ground, it was already exhausted.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience rushed to the ring like crazy.

But when he saw the satisfied smile on his face, he was stunned.

How glorious it is to die in the ring in the end.

Chao Yuanlong did not turn around again and jumped off the ring, his figure was lonely.

He had broken the eight extraordinary meridians of Wuqi with his own hands, but he didn't know that the opponent's last collision had no strength.

What you ask for is just a death.

He satisfies the other person's wishes, but makes himself extremely tired.

If you continue fighting, what else is the point?

Chao Yuanlong Yipeng plans to solve the top ten masters on the dragon list and complete his father's orders.

But at this moment, I couldn't lift the slightest bit of energy all over my body.

He shook his head, planning to go back to the room to adjust his breathing and wait for Shen Lang to come in person.

There are 10 minutes left before the end of the game.

Maybe this person can't come today.

Rumble!

Everyone on the deck heard a mechanical roar and couldn't help but look up.

But I saw a black dot flying from afar.

It was close to it, and it was clearly an armed helicopter.

This is……

Wu Zhi flew directly over the deck of the Oasis.

When there were still more than ten meters away, a figure fell from the sky and jumped straight onto the deck.

Wu Zhi didn't stop anymore, and left straight after falling off.

"Mom! I've caught up, there are eight minutes left? Hahaha, it's still time!"

After the figure stood firm, he laughed and shouted at a beautiful girl in the crowd: "Xiaobai, hurry up! Sign up for me to match. I will kill the whole audience in eight minutes!"

"Shen Lang!"

Everyone saw the figure clearly and shouted in dismay.

Shen Lang was stunned when he saw everyone looking at him in surprise.

"Hmm? Brothers, why? Am I late?"

He said, glanced at the crowd, and his face sank.

"This is……"

"Shen Lang, Wu Chi is dead! He was just beaten to death by the Sakura Man."

Liu Ruyi, Li Fufeng, Xie Wenhua and others lowered their heads with grief and anger.

Shen Lang was shocked all over. He looked at the smile left on his face even though Wu Chi died, and shouted loudly.

"Who did it?"

"I!"

When Chao Yuanlong saw Shen Lang finally arrived, his spirit suddenly became excited.
Chapter completed!
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