Landing in the Fantastic World

"Not always!"

Hearing his father so lowly, Zhao Yan muttered with dissatisfaction: "I don't think I am worse than them."

"Moreover, these so-called Tianjiao are just flowers in a greenhouse. They have not experienced life and death. They are far from being grown up in military camps like ours."

It would be rude to change the face of everyone present.

Especially the fierce son of God, Gu Ming, Nangong Yunfei, and so on, anger inadvertently spread on his face.

"Jack! What a word!"

Zhao Feihong slammed the tea cup to the ground, angrily: "Not yet apologize!"

"I'm right, why apologize?"

Zhao Yan pursed his mouth and refused to say: "They want me to apologize, unless they can defeat me and the brothers of the Yanhuo regiment, otherwise, there is no way!"

Zhao Feihong was trembling with anger at Zhao Yan and was about to teach himself this filial son.

With an angry voice, Gu Ming said, "Since you disagree, I'll compare it to you."

"This……"

Zhao Feihong glanced at Cang Yu Shenghuang.

The Emperor Cang Yu nodded and said, "It's all young people. It's okay to try it."

Zhao Feihong said in a deep voice: "You wicked man, I really can't control you, you can discuss with this young man, don't hurt your peace."

"I have three good brothers, and I'm very talented. Don't you have eight? How about sending four of them over us?"

Zhao Yan arrogantly embraced his arms.

"Four to four?"

Gu Ming sneered: "I'm afraid you will lose even more!"

"Whoever wins or loses is not your mouth to talk. If you lose to us, I advise you to go back inland." Zhao Yan snorted.

"It's arrogant!"

auzw.com Gu Ming said coldly: "Let's go here, who else is willing to play with me?"

"Count me." Nangong Yunfei couldn't get used to Zhao Yan's behavior, and wanted to take a shot to teach him a hard meal.

"I'm coming too!"

"I'm coming too!"

The other two were Mo Feng, the disciple of the fierce god, and Lu Jianghuai, the disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Lie Shenzi is very high-spirited, and opponents like Zhao Yan, look down on his eyes, naturally disdain shot.

Mu Yu and Duanmu Qingling were not interested in the comparison test.

Xu Xuan'er is very clear that his strength is the bottom of the eight, so he only looks at it from the wall.

The crowd moved to a training ground outside.

Zhao Yan and his three brothers from the Yanhuo Regiment stood aside, and opposite them were Gu Ming, Nangong Yunfei, Mo Feng, and Lu Jianghuai.

"It's enough until the pilot."

Zhao Feihong reminded again that after all, they still have to fight side by side. If the relationship is now froze, it will not be easy to deal with later.

"Start!"

Suddenly, the eight figures rushed to the opponent like wind, staggered together.

All kinds of mysterious skills, like a violent storm, burst apart, forming a powerful air wave, making everyone watching the war back more than ten steps.

Gu Ming and the other four were Tianjiao from Daozongmen. The exercises and mystic skills were extremely arrogant, obviously higher than those of Zhao Yan and others.

In just a moment, Gu Ming and others pushed Zhao Yan's four back to back.

"On this strength, dare to speak out!"

Gu Ming sneered at the palm of the hand after scoring a fire fighter.

"Dominating the king in such a small place, I thought I was invincible, but in the end it was just a frog at the bottom of the well."

Nangong Yunfei also laughed and followed.

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