Chapter 298

One layer of autumn rain and another layer of cool. In late autumn, it rains almost every day on Chongyang island. The light rain washes the bloody stone surface on the Dragon chopping platform.

Dozens of staff worked hard to clean up. They have been busy here all day, and the sanitation work is coming to an end.

Today, zhelongtai announced its maintenance. In fact, very few people inside know that Feng Yuqiu, the God of war, will meet Jiang division of Lingbao hall here tonight.

If the news spreads out, the Dragon chopping platform will burst. It is estimated that the income of bare ticket rooms will exceed 10 million.

Unfortunately, there is a dead order from above. Tonight's duel will never be made public. Even 99.99% of the people on Chongyang Island don't know the news tonight.

Feng Yuqiu came early in the morning. At the moment, he stood in front of the window of the lounge and looked out. His physical condition was not at its best. Yesterday, Jiang Wuchen vomited blood.

After returning, the young lady made a very shy move. Jiang Wuchen stood behind her and pushed around. Such pictures kept flashing in his mind.

He wants to be quiet, but his heart is messy. How can he be calm?

After a sleepless night, the breath in his body is a little messy. Compared with normal times, Feng Zhanshen's strength is probably 20% off.

Even if it's 20% off, it's more than enough to deal with the master Jiang Wuchen.

Feng Yuqiu took off her coat and revealed her strong muscles like granite sculpture.

He is not a bodybuilder, but he is even a martial artist. After reaching the master, internal strength is very important. Many people ignore the training of physical strength because of the emergence of internal strength.

In fact, when the body strength is increased, and internal strength will form a complementary role, and after the body strength is increased, the flexibility, tenacity and flexibility of the body will be greatly improved.

Over the years, Feng Yuqiu has never relaxed his strength training. Even if he doesn't use internal strength, he can easily snatch 400 kg, and then he can swing at least 500 kg with one punch.

This kind of power is absolutely abnormal. You know, the power of a heavy fist of a world-class boxer is only three or four hundred kilograms.

Feng Yuqiu began to move his body. In this arena, he had 300 wonderful games. He respected every opponent. No matter who he fought, he would come to the lounge in advance to move his body and stabilize his heart.

His strong mental quality is also trained here.

Unfortunately, his state of mind can't calm down today. Every few seconds, he will think of the posture that Miss Jiang Wuchen was bullied by that bastard.

And eavesdropping on those disgusting conversations between the two on the second floor.

He is willing to believe that there must be innocence between Miss Jiang and Wuchen. But he always has other ideas. If Miss Jiang and Wuchen are really innocent, how can they go to the bedroom on the second floor together? That's Miss's boudoir.

Will they have a pre event first, wait for the event, and then start

"Hum!" Feng Yuqiu slammed his fist on the ground, and the whole room trembled.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This feeling is like a fork in the air.

Ordinary people's bifurcation is the pain in the lower part of his ribs, but Feng Yuqiu is not like this. The disorder of his breath makes his whole body ache.

After sitting cross legged, take a rest, and the pain disappears.

He asked some experts of the Feng family why this happened? Is it going crazy.

The answer is no, but it is pointed out that Feng Yuqiu's disordered breath is related to the rapid improvement of the realm. At present, it needs to be stable for a period of time in the later period of the master.

However, the pain of this disordered breath is deeper and deeper.

"It's hard to calm down. It seems that only stepping on master Jiang can calm down." Feng Yuqiu thought so.

On the Dragon chopping platform, the staff began to clean up, and everyone evacuated. The whole dragon chopping platform was empty and the sound of light rain added a bit of solemnity.

Feng Yuqiu looks at the clock hanging on the wall. There are only ten minutes left from the agreed time. Jiang Wuchen hasn't appeared yet.

There's no reason. Feng Yuqiu has a sense of hatred in his heart. This guy is not positive at all. Obviously, he doesn't take me in his eyes. Wait and see. Later, he will let you taste the rain on the Dragon chopping platform.

Ten minutes later, Feng Yuqiu came out of the lounge and stood on the channel leading to the outside. There was no one. He even wondered if he had made a mistake. He hasn't come yet

Really, when he was ready to find a way to inform Jiang Wuchen, at least give him a call or something. At the entrance of the Dragon cutting platform, Miss Feng came with a black umbrella.

"Miss?"

Seeing Feng Yuyan, Feng Yuqiu immediately felt peaceful.

The one who followed Miss Feng was Jiang Wuchen, who hated him.

Peace of mind is in a mess.

Behind Jiang Wuchen, there are several people from Lingbao hall, including scar Zi, Shi Yongfang, Du Mu, Guijie, you Wu, Xiaocui and Zheng Shao. Tang Ju was the last one to appear.

When Feng Yuqiu saw Tang Ju coming out, his brain buzzed and suddenly remembered his gambling appointment with Jiang Wuchen yesterday. If he lost, he would have to kneel down.

At that time, he thought Jiang Wuchen was deliberately taunting him. Now when he saw Tang Ju, he understood that the person who made him kneel was not Jiang Wuchen, but Tang Ju!

"I was a defeated general in those years, but I still have the face to appear in front of me today?" Feng Yuqiu narrowed his eyes. At the moment, he understood that Jiang Wuchen was probably the Savior moved by Tang Ju.

What kind of person is Tang Ju?

In his eyes, it was a conceited scum.

The reason why Tang Ju was taught a lesson in those years was that he spoke unkindly to the young lady. What was Tang Ju in Feng Yuqiu's eyes? It's just an abandoned son of the Tang family and a big waste. What a powerful theory it claims to have. It's useless. No matter how powerful the theory is, it serves the actual combat. If the actual combat is not good, why should we convince people?

Looking for someone like Jiang Wuchen is like revenge? Wait, I'll beat you in the face.

Feng Yuqiu clenched her fist, then loosened it, took steady steps and walked to the Dragon cutting platform.

"Feng Yuqiu? He's on stage. I'm afraid he's already here." Zheng Shao has some admiration in his eyes.

Miss Feng said, "he has a habit. You can say he pretends to be forced. Every time he duels with others, he will come half an hour in advance. However, I heard that he will arrive this afternoon."

Jiang Wuchen took a breath, raised his voice and asked Feng Yuqiu in the challenge arena, "have you had dinner?"