Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Along the way, neither of them spoke. Tang Cuo looked up at the blue sky and felt a little more excited.

After passing several checkpoints, Tang Cuo followed Jian Rong to the entrance of the training ground.

Watching the participants walk into the training ground one after another, Tang Cuo pinched his fingers and took a deep breath.

The vast Gobi Desert was now filled with a sea of ​​people, the sounds of their footsteps mixed together, and everyone gathered in the center.

The constant noise and cursing made Tangcuo a little irritated.

A few minutes later, two stands more than ten meters high rose in the middle of the Gobi desert. Everyone looked up and followed the stands closely.

As a loud voice sounded, everyone's thoughts were pulled back, "Hello, I am Hong Feng, the one standing next to me is my brother Hong Xuan, we are your special training coaches this time, since you have not joined the Shadow Guard yet, the Third Master will not see you.

I will give you ten minutes to form teams freely. Each team will have five people. Choose a team leader and then come to me to register. "

"Five people, but we don't know each other?"

"Yeah, how can we form a team if we don't know each other's strength?"

"Yes, what if they hold me back?"

Various sounds came one after another, and seemed to have set off a wave.

Hong Feng frowned, then picked up the loudspeaker in his hand and shouted to everyone, "You all want to find strong teammates, I understand your feelings, but since you are here, you must follow the rules here.

If anyone is not satisfied with my arrangement, please turn right and walk away slowly. "

After hearing his voice, the whispers around them gradually died down.

"Okay, since there are no objections, I declare that we can now start to form teams freely." Hong Feng waved the flag in his hand and signaled, "After five minutes, those who have not yet been divided into groups will be forced to form groups. Please hurry up."

Tang Cuo followed closely behind Jian Rong, and his extraordinary appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, kid, how about you join me? I'll protect you." A bearded man pushed away several people next to him.

He walked straight towards Tangcuo and said, "I see that you are delicate and tender, so you probably don't have any skills. Follow me, and I guarantee that you can advance."

Tang Cuo raised his eyes and glanced at him: his two bulging eyeballs, his unshaved chin, and his two bare arms covered with large tattoos, looked unreliable no matter how you looked at him...

"Hehe... no need... I've already found a partner, so I won't bother you anymore." As he said that, Tang Cuo took a few quick steps and leaned against Jian Rong's body.

"Him? As skinny as a monkey? You will only be eliminated if you follow him. Let me tell you, if it weren't for your good looks, I would never bring a burden like you with me?" The man looked at him proudly.

Oil bottle?

Hey, this is unbearable.

Tang Cuo took a few steps towards the man and clenched his fingers into fists. Before he could get close to the man, he was pulled back by a force. Tang Cuo turned around in confusion and looked at Jian Rong beside him.

His expression remained calm, as if he didn't take the man in front of him seriously. "There are still nine minutes and twenty seconds left, and we are still short of three partners."

Tang Cuo took a few steps back and nodded: That’s true, there’s no need to waste time on him.

Thinking of this, the two turned around and wanted to leave.

The man behind him suddenly roared, "What do you mean? Do you look down on me?" As he said that, the man clenched his fists and raised them to his chest, facing the two men.

"Fight, fight, fight."

When the people around who were watching the fun saw this scene, they started to make a fuss and shout.

This shout didn't matter, but it boosted Brother Huzi's confidence. "Hey, stop right there." Brother Huzi took a step forward and blocked the two men's way.

"Kid, fight with me. Whoever wins will team up with the kid next to you. Whoever loses will kneel on the ground and bark like a dog three times, then get out of here in disgrace." The man curled his lips and looked very confident.

"What's your name?" Tang Cuo's stupidity disorder kicked in, and he showed an unhappy expression on his face.

"My name is Chen Bao, the same as in cheetah."

Tang Cuo turned his head and looked at Jian Rong, "Do you want to fight him? If not, let me do it."

"I'll do it." Jian Rong gently hooked his wrist and walked to the front of Brother Hu Zi.

Tang Cuo shrugged and stepped aside wisely: Don’t mention it, Xiao Ye, I have never seen Jian Rong take action.

[System detection shows that the attacker's skills are first-rate. The odds of winning or losing this match are 100 to 0. There is no suspense.]

"Boy, if I win, don't accuse me of bullying a child. You'd better go back to your mother's milk as soon as possible." Chen Bao sneered and did not take the man in front of him seriously at all.

Then he stretched out one leg to gather strength and rushed towards him. Jian Rong turned sideways and kicked him in the knee. The huge pain made the man kneel on one knee on the ground.

Jian Rong took advantage of the situation and hooked his left arm, and threw him out with force, and Brother Beard fell flat on his face.

The people watching the show all applauded and shouted, "Well done, well done."

Chen Bao stood up amid the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, anger lingering in his eyes, "You are looking for death." Then he rushed over again.

Jian Rong seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest, instantly kicking him more than ten steps away.

"After three barks, get out of my sight." Jian Rong's voice was cold, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Chen Bao stood up unsteadily, met the mocking gazes of the people around him, clenched his palms tightly, and then with a "bang", he knelt in front of him and barked "woof woof woof" three times.

Then he stood up quickly, pointed at him as he backed away, "Boy, I'll remember you. Just wait, I won't let you go."

Looking at his fleeing back, Tang Cuo sneered and then walked to Jian Rong's side. "How powerful did I think he was?"

"Okay, we have seven minutes and thirty-five seconds left." Jian Rong's voice returned to its previous calmness.

"Can you team up with me?"

“I also want to be in a group with him…”

"Aren't there three spots left? Can you take me with you?"

After seeing Jian Rong's performance, the people around gathered around.

"You choose, I don't care." Jian Rong looked at Tang Cuo and said to him.

"I choose? Okay." Tang Cuo glanced around and saw everyone pointing at him, scratching his head in confusion.

At the same time, a figure flashed by at the edge of the crowd, and Tangcuo immediately caught sight of the owner of the figure.

There was something different about his temperament, and he didn't look like an ordinary person. Tang Cuo quickly ran to the periphery and grabbed the man's arm, "Well... you probably haven't chosen your teammates yet, right? How about forming a team with us?" Tang Cuo smiled sweetly at him.

The man was wearing a white short shirt and a string of Buddhist beads engraved with Sanskrit hung on his right wrist.

He looked up at Tangcuo's face, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then quickly disappeared. He said in a gentle tone, "Okay, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, I don't mind." Tang Cuo directly pulled him to Jian Rong's side.

The two looked at each other, then turned their heads away silently, neither looking at the other.