Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

On the 95th, he answered them immediately, "Instructor Qiao told us that An Xia won!"

"What? Won? Really?"

"Won? Really won?"

They hadn't completely slowed down, and when they heard such great news, the two of No. 39 and No. 75 who were talking at the same time were so excited that their brains rushed into blood again.

"It's more real than real gold." Qiao Jiquan and another instructor connected several soldiers in succession, and finally the 21st and Miao Hai followed.

They were the last to catch upside down, so they were the last to come up.

Miao Hai hasn't stood firm yet and can't wait to ask, "Did Anxia win? Did we win?"

"Congratulations, you won." Qiao Ji left after speaking, there is nothing wrong with him here.

Quickly assemble to find Fu Siling.

Meet again with An Xia head on.

Qiao Ji paused, stopped, and asked in a low voice, "You won? How about Lingshen? Isn't it okay?"

Haven't been injured by An Xia!

An Xia fought against the special female combatant, and he also watched the whole process.

That ruthless, spectator was panicked.

An Xia said: "It's still a success."

It's okay...

Wouldn't it really hurt Ling Shen?

Qiao Ji didn't want to ask any more, hurriedly gave An Xabi a thumbs up, and ran away.

When I ran over, I saw Fu Silingzheng talking with Jiang Wenbin.

"Lingshen! Are you okay!"

Before the people arrived, Qiao Ji asked with all his voice.

Fu Siling glanced at him, "What can I do here?"

It's still the same as before, dragging, cool!

Georgi was relieved.

He wanted to ask something, so he saw Jiang Wenbin winking at him, meaning: Ask less!

Shut up quickly.

Just as the other brothers rushed over, Qiao Jiquan decided to leave the question to the brothers.

They will definitely ask.

Sure enough, the first sentence that came up was, "Ling Shen, are you okay."

Or, "Lost? Lost so fast?"

"Cough cough cough!" Jiang Wenbin coughed.

Low EQ!

Too low EQ!

How can you ask like that.

Although Ling Shen looked expressionless, he didn't care at all, but in his heart?

Whether the heart is the same as the surface, I don't care.

Fu Siling frowned, "What do you cough? To lose is to lose. Can a few coughs cover up the facts?"

Losing is magnanimous.

"Assemble." Coldly ordered, the five instructors gathered immediately.

After taking a rest, standing, and after the password, Fu Siling said calmly: "I just lost to An Xia. It took 3 minutes to lose to An Xia twice in a row."

! ! !

Lose twice in a row in three minutes!

They fought Lingshen, but they never won!

"Anxia's fighting strength has reached the level of a special special fighter, and I, the intermediate level, defeated her in 3 minutes. Think about it for yourself. Can you hold on for a few minutes with your skills?"

He looked at the instructor who was dragged away by Anxia first.

"Report, less than a minute!" The instructor replied, "A sneak attack from the rear, I have nothing to fight against."

The chilly dagger pressed against his neck, and he was shocked to realize that someone was approaching at such a distance.

Fu Siling said: "Less than one minute, I, exactly three minutes. Beginner, Intermediate, and Special. Beyond the three levels, the difference in strength is like an abyss."

"After this assessment is over, all combatants will strengthen their training!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

...

Five steel-like voices penetrated the night, strong and powerful, and even the wind avoided them and blew in another direction.

An Xia had gathered with the soldiers.

Surrounded by them, look carefully for injuries.

"No injury, don't check it." An Xia had a headache.

What is there to check?

Injured is an injury, and no injury is no injury. Is it possible to still talk about panic?