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In India, it is a long tradition for women to wear veils.

If a noble and pure woman is accidentally pulled down by a man, it is equivalent to taking off her clothes in public in broad daylight.

But the thunder was knocked down. With the help of alcohol, not only did it pull off the veil of Shiva goddess Indira on the scene and the most live-streamed side in the world, but it also forced a kiss on the other side.

This is a devastating blow to Shiva goddess who has been high since childhood and cannot hear even an unrespectful word.

When she was fighting against Lei Hong before, she could still concentrate on fighting with a breath of depression.

After winning the game, all emotions returned to the moment when they were just blown off their veil by lightning and forced to kiss them.

In full view of everyone, the Shiva goddess was in a state of collapse, her bright big eyes were wet, her pretty face was red with shame, and then she almost fled from the conference venue in a flying manner.

Only a large group of stunned and unsatisfied melon-eating audiences had to focus their attention on Wang Yan on the sidelines. Even the extremely angry Indian audiences turned their anger to the side of the Son of Fire, who had been resentful for a long time.

There was no way, the thunder and wine broke out under the ring, and fell under the ring, like a pool of mud. Now the spearhead is not turned to his good friend Wang Yan, where will it go?

Under the eyes of tens of thousands of people, Wang Yan looked like he was desperate and was uncomfortable all over.

I just wanted to watch the game well on the sidelines, so why did I get into such a bad thing? And that Lei Hong is really a tiger. Can a girl flirt like this? What a pure girl in Shiva, she cried.

I hope it will not cause any psychological shadow to the girl, otherwise the revenge caused by looking back will cause a headache just thinking about it.

No matter how headaches are, Lei Hong is still a good comrade in our National Bureau of Non-China Affairs Bureau. We cannot ignore it.

With the eyes of tens of thousands of people, Wang Yan came to the divine thunder to bombard his side with awkwardness and checked his injuries.

Fortunately, the Thunderbolt was not seriously injured, most of which were just skin injuries. It seems that the Shiva goddess was angry, but she did not take any serious measures. In this state, she was really drunk and drunk.

"Son of Flame, please give it up." The medical staff of the conference rushed over immediately.

They moved Lei Bo to the stretcher and carried it to the infirmary. On the way, Lei Bo turned over, smacked his mouth, and smiled happily: "Hehe, old, Lao Wang, let's go, one of us..."

"This guy..." Wang Yan returned to his seat in a sweat.

In the future, this wine must be listed as a contraindicated product by Thunderbolt, otherwise the two guys would be too terrible after drinking the wine.

The ring was quickly cleaned up and the holes were repaired. After a while, host Sean also stepped on the flying skateboard and returned to the top of the ring again.

"Friends, the showdown between the two players just now was really exciting, and the climaxes were repeated." Sean knelt to smooth out the sudden incident just now.

As the two contestants were fighting, they not only blew their clothes, but also kissed them. This was the first time he had seen them for so many years as the host.

The audience around were still unsatisfied, but after a while of the matter, the ones that should be discussed were almost done. At this time, with Shawn answering above the ring, people's attention returned to the next competition again.

"The next player to appear is...!"

On the main screen of the competition venue, the list of contestants scrolled quickly, and "dadada" stopped as the sound effect stopped, and a name stopped.

"The next player to appear is the red tank from the Russian Polar Bear Secret Service, known as the undead monster, Christo Meyev!"

With the host Sean's high voice, the crowd of people watching the game had already become hot, and they let out a shocking cheer.

In the last matchup with North American Secret League, the Druid Elder Arnold Giant Bear, the Red Tank made his first move.

Although the Red Tank has only taken action this time since the Youth Conference began, it has deeply shocked the hearts of all the audiences. He has always been low-key and has become very popular because of this.

In fact, not only the audience, but also the contestants of the Youth Conference sighed at him. He was known as the most powerful land war king among the young generation, and it was not a gimmick that was casually whispered.

"Red tank! Red tank!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd watching the game, the red tank, Christo Meyev, slowly walked out of the contestant's passage.

As a trump soldier working in the Russian Polar Bear Secret Service, his lifestyle is simple and rigorous. Today he wears a simple military T-shirt, with sunglasses on his face and muscle lines all over his body. It is clear and clear under the T-shirt, like a knife cutting an axe and chisel, full of tenacity and power.

He walked steadily and walked onto the ring step by step. Although he was silent, his momentum was as solemn as a mountain.

As he stood still in the ring, his firm eyes full of military qualities swept to the audience, all the noises of the audience at the scene became quieter.

His kingly majesty from the inside out seemed to be born with him. Under this power, the crowds watching the game on site couldn't help but develop a kind of awe from the bottom of their hearts that could not be ignored.

"Oh my God, the red tank just saw me, and my hair was standing up all over my body!"

In the stands, a psychic audience exclaimed in excitement and fear, "That feeling is like seeing a giant dragon from ancient times!"

"The Red Tank is truly worthy of being the King of Land Warfare. Look at his majesty and momentum, with his strength, he will definitely enter the finals!"

"Who will be drawn to the matchup with the Red Tank next? Tsk tsk, that unlucky guy, it feels so pitiful when you think about it."

On the sidelines, Wang Yan and Liu Bujie looked at each other and frowned slightly. Next, the person who was beaten to the duel against the red tank was indeed quite unlucky.

As a half-step S-level veteran, the Red Tank never gives away an extra sense of presence except for completing tasks assigned by the Polar Bear Secret Service. He is very low-key, but his powerful strength as a monster has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

This is well understood by veteran strong men such as Liu Bujie, Walton, and the Saint Knight Urisse. Wang Yan is quite confident in his strength, but he is not as good as a top-notch man who is comparable to the Desert Emperor and the Apostle of Satan.

Speaking of which, if the person he draws next is Wang Yan, then he really doesn't have much confidence in winning.

"The next player to face off against the Red Tank, Christo Meyev is...!"

Host Sean dragged the ending tone to a long time, and the audience members took a deep breath, quieted down, waiting for the players' names to appear on the big screen.

On the sidelines, Wang Yan also felt a little nervous. Not only Wang Yan, but also many players who advanced to the top 16, heard the red tanks playing, and walked out of the lounge and came to the sidelines.

After all, if you know your opponent more, you will have more guarantees for your next winning rate.

The list on the big screen flips quickly and finally froze on a woman's name.

"The next thing that will appear is from the China National Fair, the Dark Night Witch, and Wuya Ange!"

Host Sean announced the contestant's name in a loud voice, and the crowd of people watching the game immediately rang out.

"Dark Night Witch? Is the witch who last time she defeated the master Kazan, almost peeled the stick into a human, and finally became a vegetative person?"

"Hiss, it's so terrible. I've never seen a woman with such weird supernatural powers and such cruel methods."

"She seems to be one of the girlfriends of the Son of Fire? It seems that only awesome figure like the Son of Fire can conquer such a sexy and hot femme fatale."

"By the way, I saw before that the Satanist Apostle Harrison seemed to have fallen in love with this femme fatale. For this reason, the Son of Fire did not hesitate to have a head-on conflict with him, and even scolded him for being stupid. "

"Wait, whisper, you're looking for death, look, Harrison is out!"

...

Sure enough, with a slight commotion from the crowd, Satan's Apostle Harrison appeared at the contestant's passage at the other end of the venue.

Wang Yan looked at the man with evil spirit opposite him, with a little disgust on his face.

There is a saying that if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. This arrogant and arrogant apostle of Satan will sooner or later make him pay the price.

"Sister Ange, just do your best in a while. Never fight with the Red Tank. If it really doesn't work, it doesn't matter if you admit defeat." Wang Yan is not afraid of a head-on conflict with the Apostle of Satan. The only thing he is worried about now is that Ange and the Red Tank will suffer a loss in the duel.

Ange himself is not a power awakener. If he is hit by a monster like the red tank, he will definitely suffer extremely heavy damage.

"Hehe, Xiaoyan, are you feeling sorry for me?" Wu Ya'ange stood up from his seat, stretched lazily, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of charm.

"An Ge, Xiao Yan is also for your own good. The physical strength of the red tank has almost reached the extreme and is difficult to deal with." Huangfu Nanlian has a rigorous personality. She successfully advanced to the half-step S level in the last battle, and her grasp of strength and aura is more accurate. At this time, she clearly felt the terrifying power in the red tank.

"Don't worry, he's just a little bigger, look at me." Wu Ya'ange handed Wang Yan and Nan Lian a look of "Don't worry, look at my performance".

Nan Lian wanted to say something, but Wang Yan organized it with a look, "Let her go, Sister An Ge is not a reckless person. She is so confident and believes that she must have her means. If there is really any danger, no matter what the competition group regulations are, we will stop it together."

Nan Lian nodded and sat quietly beside Wang Yan.

Speaking of which, Wu Ya'ange has many more deceitful means of killing enemies and winning than her. I believe she must have hidden some trump cards that outsiders don't know.

The audience was talking about it all, and Wu Ya'an Ge jumped, like a cat, and his movements fell lightly on the ring.

A pair of delicate eyes as water looked casually at the red tank in front of him. The cold murderous intent surged out like a cold wave, "Haha, big guy, if I accidentally get you disabled, don't blame me."
Chapter completed!