As Yang Sheng slowly walked off the ring with various eyes.

Hong Shenglian's compliment and praise Yang Sheng did not respond, but said hello to He Wenchang and sat on the chair, with a strong sense of fatigue emerging from his body.

The game he played with Zuo Kun was extremely fast, and it was no more than five minutes in total.

But Zuo Kun is worthy of being the strongest among the Three Tigers of the League of Legends. His back-slashing fist has reached the level of a master, and his move is fierce and powerful, which is extremely difficult to resist.

If it weren't for Yang Sheng's specialization and enlightenment in the face of the battle, the outcome of this battle was unknown.

Of course, this is just a competition between the winner and loser of the ring. If life and death are divided, the result will be even more unpredictable.

Yang Sheng also had some doubts about the degree of awakening of his specialty.

He felt that his ability to improve his sudden enlightenment this time has increased greatly. How can he increase his expertise by 2%?

If Fatty Wang heard this, he would definitely criticize him for his face.

Any specialization that can be improved to 90% can reach the level of a master, and every 1% increase of more than 90% is extremely difficult.

Therefore, Fatty Wang can only increase Yang Sheng’s national martial arts specialty to 90% at most.

It’s not that he is stingy and doesn’t want to give more benefits to newcomers he is optimistic about, but that he doesn’t have the ability either.

At this time, on the other side of the ring, Wu Tianhao bit the cigar in his mouth and asked in a deep voice: "That kid beat Yang Sheng to death of Aqiang?"

Fang Jie nodded from the side and said, "It's him.

Unexpectedly, a sunset club in Hong Shenglian could also reach this point.

Brother Hao, it’s not the time to touch him now, it’s easy to wait until the Dragon City Championship ends.”

Wu Tianhao's eyes were too long: "I know!

But Azu was already injured. Can Lei Gong fight to the end with the last one?

How did you arrange it?"

Two people have advanced to Chao Yiyong's fight, but one of them was injured. Whether he can persist until the end is still a question.

Fang Jie smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect Azu to draw the Fire Bull from the Number Gang.

Azu had pried the Huo Niu's horse before, and the Huo Niu had long hated Azu to his bones.

This time, the Huo Niu knew that he could not beat Azu, so he didn't want to win at all. He would seriously hurt Azu even if he fought to the death.

But Brother Hao, don’t worry, I have made sure to make arrangements for the next game. Even if Azu’s injury has not healed, he can advance."

"The arrangement is more detailed, don't be picked up by that old guy Song Changli.

An ungrateful old guy!

If he hadn't had to rely on him to support the store, would he really think he was a character?"

Wu Tianhao stood up and left straight, but when he passed by Chai Jiu, Yinglian Club, Wu Tianhao suddenly stopped.

"Chai Jiu, all three tigers of your Anglophone Club were killed by the same guy. Can you, the leader of the museum, bear this breath?"

Chai Jiu smiled and said, "Brother Hao is joking. Everyone knows that Yaohui and Ruan Feng don't listen to me. Although Zuo Kun lost, he is willing to accept the loss. I, the General Office of Yingli, cannot afford to lose."

As he said that, Chai Jiu took out a cigar and handed it to Wu Tianhao, and then took out a lighter and went over.

"Brother Hao, please calm your breath and eat a cigarette."

Wu Tianhao curled his lips, but did not go to pick up Chai Jiu's cigar, but turned around and left, while muttering inside.

"Baoshi! It's not as good as one-tenth of his Chai Hongtu's courage, no wonder Luo Rong rode on his head!"

Although Wu Tianhao said this in a low voice, Chai Jiu could still hear it vaguely.

However, the smile on Chai Jiu's face did not change at all. The zippo on his hand ignited and extinguished. Under the light and dark fire, the smile on Chai Jiu's face looked slightly strange.

Zuo Kun, sweating all over, walked over and whispered: "Damn it! This dead cripple man is so arrogant!"

Chai Jiu whispered in a low smile: "Bai has Lei Luo, black has Lu Hao.

80% of the fans in Hong Kong are in his hands. The warlord in the Golden Triangle is his sworn brother, and Chao Yiyong's strength is the best in all words.

People now think that they are underground emperors, how could they not be arrogant?

But the more arrogant he is, the faster he dies.

The underground emperor is only worthy of staying underground. He actually wants to turn over? The day when he emerges is his death!

Although there are many characters in Hong Kong, I don’t want to have more emperors on my head.

There is also the Inspector General Hua who is not a vegetarian. How could he allow someone to unify the entire Hong Kong term?”

Zuo Kun nodded in a clear way and asked again: "Brother Jiu, the dead cripple man came over so arrogantly just now to make fun of you?"

After just finishing a fight with Yang Sheng, Zuo Kun also consumed a lot of energy. He sat by the ring for a while before coming over, so he didn't hear what Wu Tianhao said before.

Chai Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that Wu Tianhao's head and horse, Lan Mingqiang, disappeared for no reason, but someone has seen Lan Mingqiang's last appearance was the territory of Helian.

And Helian was completely defeated by Yang Sheng. Will there be any connection between them?

Although I don’t know the inside story, Wu Tianhao will not pay attention to a new member of a club for nothing. He spoke up and just instigated him, and wanted to use the knife of our League of Legends to kill people.

The underground emperor Chuhao still needs to borrow a knife if he wants to kill someone? It’s interesting and interesting.

Wait until the ring is over and remind me of that boy Yang Sheng and let him be careful of Wu Tianhao."

Zuo Kun nodded and suddenly said, "Brother Jiu, if you want Yang Sheng to pass the exam, our League of Legends, should be out of luck.

I asked him just now on the ring, although I don’t know why he was guarding a sunset club like Hong Shenglian, but he would definitely not have passed the list of the League of Legends.”

Chai Jiu lit the cigar that Wu Tianhao hadn't taken just now, spit out a mouthful of white mist, and said with a smile:

“Of course I know this.

That kid is a fierce dragon. Although I don’t know what he stayed in Hongshenglian for, it is obvious that those three old guys can’t suppress him.

The whole Hong Kong character is now lifeless, and it is difficult for newcomers to stand out and the elderly to abdicate.

It wouldn't be a bad thing if that kid could make some noise.

Only in chaos can one win.

My old man's foundation has almost been ruined by me, so it's time to find an opportunity to collect it.

Otherwise, I would probably be called Prince Chai for the rest of my life."

Zuo Kun was stunned for a moment, then nodded in a clear way.

…………

Inside the low and dilapidated squatterhouse in Kowloon Village.

The casserole is bubbling with bubbles, and the tempting aroma rises. The meat pieces in the pot are rolling, and the soup is mellow and rich, which can completely make people forget the greasy table that cannot see the original color, and the dark red sewage flowing across the ground.

Gui Laowen first picked up a piece of meat, and after blowing it twice, he couldn't help throwing it into his mouth. Although he was so hot that he grinned, he didn't spit it out.

"The fragrant meat is gone, and the gods are not stable!

Dilu, where did you find such a decent dog meat hotpot?"

"All dog meat hotpots in Jiulong Village are very authentic, but the less you don't have a brand, the dirtier it is, the more authentic it is."

Dilu picked up a few pieces of meat for Yang Sheng.

"Brother Sheng, come and try it.

If you don’t eat it, you will be eaten up by this guy Guilaowen.”

Yang Sheng came back to his senses, took a bite, and praised: "No wonder someone risked being robbed and wanted to come to Jiulong City Village to eat dog meat hotpot."

Just as the Dragon City Championship was over, Yang Sheng asked Di Lu to arrange for a midnight snack with his brothers and try the famous dog meat hotpot in Jiulong City Village.

At this time, Zuo Kun suddenly came over to remind him that Wu Tianhao had noticed him and even wanted to use the hands of the General Office to deal with him.

This was somewhat beyond Yang Sheng's expectations.

He was sure that Wu Tianhao would not deal with him for the time being, but he did not expect that the underground emperor was a little scrupulous. Even if he didn't do it directly, he still held a grudge against him.

Of course, it cannot be said that Wu Tianhao is really petty.

Instead, he has been an underground emperor for so many years, and almost dominates the entire Hong Kong word. It has been a long time since no one dared to provoke his authority.

Now a Yang Sheng suddenly appeared, but he was unable to deal with him as soon as possible. Wu Tianhao naturally felt frustrated.

This is a troublesome thing.

After all, Yang Sheng didn't want to be ambushed by a bunch of gunmen one day.

After temporarily putting away his thoughts, Yang Sheng also began to rush to grab the meat and feast on his body, replenishing the physical strength he had consumed in the boxing ring.

At this time, a loud shout of killing suddenly came from the alley.

Yang Sheng turned his head and saw a fat man in a floral shirt panting and was being chased by several sloppy and thin white pink boys with knives, just in time to escape to the dog meat restaurant.

Those white powder boys had already lost their bodies after sucking too much powder, but the fat man's physique was not very good, so it seemed ridiculous that the two sides chased and fled at a speed.

The ghost man sneered: "This fat man must have exposed his wealth in the Jiulong City Village and was targeted by these veteran Taoists.

In order to take a breath, these old Taoists dare to sell their own wives and children."
To be continued...