Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia has never thought of hitting the place.

He said indifferently: "I prefer to speak with my strength, don't be surprised. It's just the beginning, and there are more exciting days to come. You have many tricks, even if you use them, don't worry about whether I can adapt."

"I'm even more worried. The tricks you used are too weak for me to look down upon!"

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

Arrogant to arrogant, such as Fu Siling is willing to bow down.

The majesty of being an intermediate special fighter has been seriously challenged!

"Okay, as long as you can carry it, then we can rest assured. I'm afraid, we will zoom in, you cry for your father and mother for letting go." Fu Siling admitted that he had not lost yet.

He went back lazily and said politely, please don't underestimate the intermediate special fighters.

An Xia nodded seriously, "Okay, I'll wait." As she said, the speed of crawling hasn't slowed down. "Crashing" climbed forward, and the adrenaline soared, causing the whole person to be very excited. The more energetic.

She compared with Mu Chenyuan and lost slightly, showing that her current strength has not returned to the past.

Then go down one level and compete with the intermediate special fighters. With him as the benchmark, you will have a good time to compete, so you can see if your strength has reached the intermediate level.

Fu Siling is full of excitement.

interesting!

That's so exciting!

I thought it was bronze.

Never thought that he turned out to be a king!

Still a queen!

He didn't mean to look down on the female fighters either.

It was that he did not meet any more powerful female combatant than him, except for his distant cousin, An Xia was the second very powerful female combatant he encountered.

Fu Siling had a competitive heart, and no one knew that An Xia was just a tool for measuring his own strength.

However, now that Fu Siling has the ambition to fight her, how can Anxia, ​​who is also very eager, fall behind?

Come on then!

Others saw the playground runway, two crawling figures curled up a cloud of dust, like a little calf in the field, it was obviously so hard, so tiring training, and the two were abruptly compared with joy.

What the **** is so cheerful!

Qiao Jiquan grimaced and murmured, "Perverted, too **** perverted, taking the exhausting training as an enjoyment, Fu Siling used to be alone, now there is an extra An Xia."

Don't let people live!

"In the past, I felt that I could still replenish the count. With An Xia's participation, I have a strong hunch that I am alive and not even qualified to make up the count!" Jiang Wenbin wiped his face, feeling a little ‘sad’.

Jiang Xiaohong glanced at the two of them and sighed, "What you said is what I thought in my heart."

Isn't it that you don't even deserve the qualifications to make up?

An Xia!

A girl who has just finished the three-month recruiting period, she! It's not worse than Fu Siling!

When the five laps of crawling came to an end, An Xia and Fu Siling were tied again. Qiao Jinian, Jiang Xiaohong, and Jiang Wenbin only had a slight ups and downs in their hearts and accepted.

After all, they are junior special fighters who have seen wind and waves!

But those fighters who participated in the election have not seen it.

shocked!

Miao Hai, who had just finished the wheel fight, only heard a sudden burst of thunderous applause in his ears. He stretched out his hand to pick up the fighter who was defeated by himself, dripping with sweat, panting heavily, and said, "Excuse me, let's start. It's a bit heavier."

The lost fighter wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Although his face was not so good, he still accepted the reality of losing, "It's okay, a little scratch, tomorrow will be fine."