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880、I won, vomited blood by gas

But Liu Feng didn't dare.

He stared at Guan Ping lying on the ground with a vigilant face. He couldn't relax. He wanted to beware of Guan Ping and prevent Guan Ping from attacking again.

He had been found by Guan Ping and fought back twice, causing him great trouble both times and made him miserable.

It was not until the referee declared him a victory and won the competition that Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath without any grace.

"Hey, rusty bun, wait, I will definitely beat you next time."

Guan Ping has been carried down by someone, and he is exhausted and cannot stand up. Guan Ping lost this competition, but he refused to admit defeat.

"Hmph, next time? I won't give you such an opportunity again next time." Liu Feng gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Liu Feng felt that the competition was like this because of his carelessness. He revealed many flaws, which made Guan Ping seize the opportunity and made him do this.

He believed that if there was another next time, he would never give Guan Ping such a chance again.

"Hmph, wait. Next time I will let you, a rustic bun, know how powerful I am, and I will definitely win next time." Guan Ping was lifted away, but the arrogant voice still came into Liu Feng's ears.

After hearing Guan Ping's words, Liu Feng was no longer angry, because Guan Ping's words reminded him that he was the winner of this competition.

"Haha..." Liu Feng couldn't help but sneer. No matter what, he was the winner of this competition, and Guan Ping was the loser in a mess.

Well, when I think about it this way, I feel very beautiful. After changing the angle, Liu Feng's temperament became much more relaxed. Especially when he heard some people around the ring cheering for him, he felt even more proud.

The feeling of victory is so good. Liu Feng sighed in his heart, and at the same time he also felt superior in his heart. He felt that he was the winner. So, you should be a little tolerant of the loser. Just treat what the loser said as a dog barking.

Do you still want to bark back when the loser's dog barking? Liu Feng thought indifferently.

The more Liu Feng thought about it, the more he felt more comfortable, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt more comfortable. Then, Liu Feng turned his gaze to the place where Guan Ping was located in the distance. He felt that he should watch the loser go away. This is polite.

However, when Liu Feng's eyes moved to the place where Guan Ping was, his face suddenly became unfavorable.

Because he saw Liu Zhe, Liu Zhe had a smile on his face and was talking to Guan Ping enthusiastically. Liu Zhe would actually go to see Guan Ping in person? What is Liu Zhe's identity? He went to see Guan Ping.

What does this mean?

He, the winner, has not been received by Liu Zhe. Does this mean that he, the winner, is not as good as Guan Ping's loser?

Liu Feng's mood suddenly became bad. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more depressed he felt, and finally---

"Puchi..."

"Oh, come soon, he vomited blood...and was still in a coma..."

Liu Feng was in a coma after vomiting blood, which naturally caused a small commotion, but these commotions were not worthy of Liu Zhe's attention. Liu Zhe just glanced there and then turned his attention back to this side.

"Do you know the reason for your loss?" Liu Zhe came to Guan Ping and asked him with a smile.

After the competition between Guan Ping and Liu Feng, Liu Zhe left the stands and came to find Guan Ping. He naturally wanted to recruit Guan Ping.

"Who are you?" Guan Ping lost the competition and was depressed. Suddenly someone came to ask him this question. He felt even more unhappy. He felt that he was laughing at him, so he was very rude and asked Liu Zhe in a very bad tone.

At the same time, he stared at Liu Zhe with a bad eye. If he hadn't been able to get up now, according to his previous temperament, he would have asked Liu Zhe to open a p-s.

Although the people under Liu Zhe's rule knew Liu Zhe's name, they had rarely seen Liu Zhe's true appearance. Guan Ping was just an ordinary citizen, so he naturally had no chance to meet Liu Zhe.

Although Liu Zhe also appeared after attending the martial arts competition, Guan Ping was far apart at that time, so how could he see clearly what Liu Zhe looked like?

So Guan Ping didn't know Liu Zhe at all. In addition, Liu Zhe is now wearing ordinary clothes and his momentum is restrained, so Guan Ping would not think that he was Liu Zhe.

Seeing that Guan Ping dared to speak to Liu Zhe in this tone, the personal guard behind Liu Zhe was furious and was about to step forward and scold him.

Liu Zhe waved his hand, and the guards were calm. He was not angry with Guan Ping's tone. In fact, who does not have a personality in his young man?

Liu Zhe replied with a smile: "I am Liu Zhe."

"Liu Zhe?" Guan Ping was stunned at first, but did not react, and said to himself: "Which Liu Zhe?"

"Can there be a second Liu Zhe under my rule?" Liu Zhe said with a smile. Liu Zhe was not angry at Guan Ping's reaction, but instead looked at Guan Ping with a smile.

Guan Ping reacted, his eyes widened and showed a horrified expression.

"Difficult, is it..." Guan Ping stuttered and said in a difficult manner.

But this is normal. It is normal for ordinary people to suddenly encounter the majestic and domineering Taiwei Liu Zhe. It is normal for them to be shocked.

Knowing Liu Zhe's identity, Guan Ping's breathing suddenly became more and more rapid.  ..
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