Four days have passed.

The venue has not changed, the rules of the game have not changed, and the host has not changed.

The only difference is that the morale between the two sides is different.

Originally, there were only a few people, behind the west rest area, there were thousands more people.

These were all from Tianzhu, and they came to do cheerleading teams.

Because of the successive victory of the Indians over the past four days, these Indians were full of confidence and shouted that they would step on Daxia.

In Daxia, in addition to some of the senior management of Longmen and some of the big figures in Wucheng, there are more journalists and the masses in Wucheng.

Gongsun Yanming, Zhao Jiazi, Ouyang Nian, Tie Qianjun, Ning Zhilei, Wan Zhenhai, Wan Tianjiu and Wan Tianyou were all here.

What made Ye Hao's eyes condense the most were the three young men in the field.

The northwest Zhaomen, Zhao version of Zhao is the most important thing.

The seventh young master of the Long family is jealous of Long Tian.

The eldest son of the Jin family, Jin Junjie.

These three are all called Wucheng, and even the eldest son with the highest status in the northwest.

The scenes of the three people appearing together are rare, so they directly attracted many eyes in the field at this moment.

Compared with Long Qi Shao Long Tian’s jealous nod, Jin Junjie, the eldest son of the Jin family, had a cold eyes.

Zhao Banjue from the Northwest Zhao Sect seems even more arrogant.

Seeing Ye Hao coming to the rest area, Zhao Banjue came over at this moment, shook hands with Ye Hao directly, smiled strangely, and said, "Young Master Ye, Longmen Glory, and Great Xia Glory all depend on you."

"I hope you can win glory for your country."

"I hope you can become famous in one battle!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Banjue slowly approached Ye Hao's ear and said lightly in a voice that only two people could hear: "You slapped my cousin Zhao Jiazi in the face last night. Our northwest Zhaomen is very angry, and the consequences are very serious."

"You'd better win, otherwise, believe me, you can't return to the National Shu Hall with all your strength."

Ye Hao looked at Zhao Banjue who was smiling at the moment and said lightly: "Criminal Zhao, I know you want to kill me, after all, there are many grudges between you and me."

"But you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have come here to provoke me at this time."

"Because now is the time when I am most famous. At this time, no matter what I say, everyone can only scold me a few more words."

"For me, nothing is related to itch!"

"And as long as I can win today, no matter what I did before this, everyone will choose to forget it."

Zhao Banjue's face changed slightly, and he almost couldn't help but retreated half a sentence. Then he said angrily: "Who is surnamed Ye? Do you dare to threaten me!?"

"This is not a threat to you, it is a fact."

"Anyway, I'm already a big shot and turned into a crossing rat."

"Since that's the case, what if it's a bit arrogant and domineering?"

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Banjue's face changed, and he vaguely felt that it was a mistake to specifically provoke Ye Hao.

"Nothing to do."

Ye Hao smiled brightly.

"I just never like people jumping up and down in front of me."

After saying that, Ye Hao slapped Zhao Banjue in the face with a faint expression.

"Bang!"

Crispy!

Loud!

The eyes of the audience who were originally paying attention here suddenly condensed.

Everyone was stunned, and no one could have thought that such a scene would happen.
Chapter completed!