arrogant!

Too arrogant!

For a time, all the cadres present at the Wu League all developed a sense of hatred against the enemy.

Even Dan Tai Mingyue, who usually has a bad relationship with Zuo Qingcang, felt that Bi Luo was too arrogant and didn't take them seriously.

"Owner of the Left Courtyard, come on!"

"We support you!"

"Don't be looked down upon by outsiders!"

Everyone spoke one after another and cheered for Zuo Qingcang.

Zuo Qingcang, who is the person involved, is extremely calm at this moment.

He has entered a state of combat.

Negative emotions such as anger, anger, humiliation, etc. were all eliminated by Zuo Qingcang.

There was only one thought in his mind, which was to defeat Biluo and win.

As for whether it can be done and how much price it will cost, it is not considered by Zuo Qingcang.

If he did not have the courage to challenge the strong, he would not have been able to reach this day.

Zuo Qingcang slowly pulled out his posture, and the energy on his body surface surging.

"Crazy!"

The pure inner breath flows along the meridians and spreads into the limbs in an instant. The loose practice clothes swing violently, and the tall body swells like a fill of air.

In just two or three seconds, Zuo Qingcang became a giant with a height of more than two meters and a tangled muscles all over his body, covered in white mist, emitting a strong sense of oppression.

"Swish!"

A dazzling lightning burst out from Zuo Qingcang's eyes.

After the transformation was completed, Zuo Qingcang kicked under his feet without any influence on his body shape, and rushed straight towards Biluo. His movements were extremely flexible and his speed was extremely fast.

Seven or eight meters away, passing in the blink of an eye.

Zuo Qingcang rushed to Bi Luo's body, bent his five fingers into claws, and his nails popped out like sharp files, grabbing the latter's head.

"laugh!"

The fingers and claws break through the air, and the strong wind whistles!

With the infusion of internal force, Zuo Qingcang's entire right hand turned blue-black, the tiger's mouth was tight, the palm of his palm was sunken inward, containing indestructible power, and it was as if it was broken gold and jade.

Faced with Zuo Qingcang's fierce and powerful grab, Biluo had no idea of ​​fighting hard.

"The first move."

She let out a cold sound from her mouth, then her body swayed slightly, and moved several feet toward the side and landed on another plastic stool.

These plastic stools have very fragile textures, even ordinary people can step on them, let alone warriors with terrible power when they raise their hands and feet.

Therefore, the simple ring composed of plastic stools invisibly increased the difficulty of the two people fighting, and it tested their control of power very much.

After all, according to the rules of the arena competition, if you land, you will admit defeat.

Zuo Qingcang listened to the wind to determine the position, stepped hard on his left foot to stop the forward rushing force.

"Sheep!"

The plastic stool under his feet was instantly twisted and deformed, making a harsh friction with the ground.

"Click!"

After holding on for less than half a second, the four stools broke at the same time.

With the buffering of this half second, Zuo Qingcang had completed the change of posture, his left hand was put together and turned around and swept across the army with a blow!

"The second move."

Biluo continues to report numbers.

At the same time, her feet stood firmly in place, and her upper body suddenly bent backwards, and her whole body bent into a bow, causing Zuo Qingcang's attack to fail.

"The third move!"

Zuo Qingcang suddenly let out a loud shout, jumped three feet high in the air, and all internal strength was injected into his arms, aiming at Biluo with a thunderous momentum!

A trace of cold electricity suddenly flashed in his eyes behind Bi Luo's mask.

In the midst of lightning, Bi Luo supported her with one hand on the plastic stool, returned to her original position, then bent her knees and dropped her elbows, and rose up towards Zuo Qingcang!

"boom!"

The two plastic stools under Biluo's feet instantly turned into powder, and a shallow pit appeared on the ground, and spider-web-like cracks spread around.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the deafening roar, Zuo Qingcang and Biluo finally fought hard.

Cracks emerged from the windows around the conference hall, and dust on the ceiling fell.

This is their first head-on encounter.

It's also the last time.

Although he clearly has the dual advantages of body shape and height, Zuo Qingcang was still beaten away by Bi Luo with one punch.

Zuo Qingcang drew a straight line in the air and flew backwards.

Just as he was about to hit the wall, Pang Jun suddenly appeared beside him, stretched out his hand to hold Zuo Qingcang's body, allowing him to land smoothly.

The blue lotus slid for several meters. With the majestic inner breath of the Grand Master of Danjin, Zuo Qingcang's power was revived and landed on a plastic stool.

At this point, the winner has been decided.

Zuo Qingcang's face was pale, a wisp of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, and half of his sleeve disappeared, and his posture was quite embarrassing.

Although I had known that Zuo Qingcang would not have won, seeing that he lost so easily, everyone would inevitably feel powerless and felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died.

Perhaps, this is the gap between Master Huajin and Master Danjin.

It seems to be close, but it is actually out of reach.

You should know that Zuo Qingcang is not an ordinary master of spiritual power, but a half-step alchemy that has reached its peak in his skills and can break through at any time.

He is not Biluo's opponent, and if he is another person, he will probably lose even worse.

"I lost."

Zuo Qingcang lowered his eyes, raised his head after a while, and said in a calm tone: "Miss Biluo is very skilled in martial arts, and he is convinced!"

"Take it."

Biluo, who won a great victory, was abnormal and did not ridicule.

"Leader, I want to stay in seclusion for a while, please allow it."

Zuo Qingcang clasped his fists at Lin Chong again.

Lin Chong avoided answering and just asked, "How is your injury?"

"Thanks to Miss Biluo's mercy, his subordinates are in minor injuries."

Zuo Qingcang's words were still straightforward: "The affairs of the Tianzi Inspection Institute can be handled by Vice President Mei and Vice President Duan, and even if I am not here, there is no problem."

Lin Chong heard this, pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, I agree."

"Thank you for your accomplishment."

Zuo Qingcang bowed and looked at Biluo again. His eyes were no longer as sharp as before, with a deeper meaning: "Miss Biluo, after I come out of seclusion, we will have another fight, how about it?"

"Are you sure?"

The mask blocked Biluo's expression, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Zuo Qingcang nodded slowly and resolutely: "I'm sure!"

"Since that's the case, I promise you."

Bi Luo stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at Zuo Qingcang: "Remind in advance that next time I fight, I will not let go of water like this time."

"I can't find it."

Zuo Qingcang grinned and turned to face everyone: "See you guys, goodbye."

After saying that, he pulled away without any delay.

There was silence in the conference hall.

Lin Chong sat upright, narrowed his eyes slightly, observing everyone's expression.

Except for the deputy leader Pang Jun, who had a expressionless face, the other cadres showed different emotions.

For example, Dan Tai Mingyue, Xu Feng, Pei Hong, were angry and shocked; for example, Zhang Donglai and Liu Yu, although they tried their best to remain calm, their expressions were filled with fear.

Only Liang Yu kept staring at Bi Luo's back, holding Minghong's sword with his palm, his muscles tightened, his energy was about to move, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!