Gu Peilin was confused. The new leader in front of him was extremely powerful, but his style of conduct was really happy and he didn't follow the rules at all.

"Leader, you'd better go there and sit there. The other leaders are a little bad." Gu Peilin persuaded.

"What are you doing while sitting?" Liu Yutao asked.

"Sit down, see the situation, exchange feelings with other team leaders, and comment on the younger generations, and learn from each other's scriptures." Gu Peilin had a bitter face, "This is a routine, and in the final, the winner can ask the team leaders about martial arts issues."

"Isn't the final day after tomorrow?" Liu Yutao frowned.

"The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow..." Before Gu Peilin finished speaking, Liu Yutao waved his hand, "Then it's not too late for me to go again the day after tomorrow. Come and help me. Let's get the shed up, otherwise it will be more elegant to treat here."

"That, the leader, the host is equipped with a medical room," Gu Peilin said.

"Oh, then let's go." Liu Yutao smiled.

"No, no, the medical room belongs to someone else, and they also have doctors, so we don't need to..." Gu Peilin didn't dare to say what he said in his heart: The host is ready, you don't appreciate it, wouldn't you slap someone in the face?

"What's the use of that? Let's deal with it here." Liu Yutao didn't say much and started to set up a stand.

A few minutes later, the shelves were built. Liu Yutao took Xiao Lu to heal his wounds, leaving Gu Peilin with embarrassment. He looked at the dissatisfied gazes of the guests on the stage, and then looked at the whispering discussions of the staff in Singapore. Gu Peilin's old face turned red.

"Don't worry!" Gu Peilin sat down and sulked.

The competition is advancing, and Yu Zhiyuan is also unhappy.

Yu Zhiyuan sat in the guest seat and watched from a distance as the people under him lost one by one. He was panicked, chest tightness, restlessness, and restless like menopause. A small thing could make him lose his temper.

Finally, Yu Zhiyuan's eyes fell to the position of the Southern Martial Alliance opposite, and happened to see a player who won the Southern Martial Alliance who was lifted down. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I deserve it, so what if you win the primary election, you will be eliminated tomorrow!"

"Who, go and tease Qi Tian, ​​let the guys in the infirmary be smarter, let the people from the Nanwu League wait, don't be anxious to treat them." Yu Zhiyuan greeted an assistant and said.

"Team Yu, Nanwu League has built a medical station by itself." The assistant said, pointing to a corner of the venue.

Yu Zhiyuan immediately narrowed his eyes and saw the seriously injured person covering his stomach and being carried in with a distorted expression.

"Treat yourself? It's a good thing they can think of it. This is better. If something happens, you don't have to rely on us." Yu Zhiyuan sneered, "The temporary medical shed is just a spray of painkillers."

"I don't know, it seems to be a good result." The assistant said honestly.

"The effect is good!" Yu Zhiyuan sneered, "Don't tease me. Even if you go to the hospital, you have to lie there for ten days and half a month. What can you do in this small shed?"

"Captain Yu, you are right." The assistant shut up tactfully.

Yu Zhiyuan was indifferent and turned to watch the game, but he couldn't help but be curious, and his eyes looked at the temporary medical treatment from time to time.

A few minutes later.

"Fuck!" Yu Zhiyuan couldn't help but curse. He saw the seriously injured person before, and actually ran out lively, gathered with his friends to celebrate the victory.

Yu Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, and he thought he would just look like a person.

Yu Zhiyuan stopped watching the next half of the small matter, but just squatted in the treatment room of the Southern Wu League. The more he looked, the more he frowned.

"Call Qi Tian to me!!" Yu Zhiyuan jumped up and roared, which scared the Thai team leader next to him. He frowned and asked in a not-so-standard Chinese: "Mr. Yu, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Yu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, sitting down and sulking.

"This time, Singapore doesn't seem to be optimistic." The Thai team leader said with a smile.

Sitting in the guest seat, the overall situation was clear at a glance, and anyone could see that the Singapore team was retreating step by step.

"The Southern Martial Alliance seems to be prepared this time. I heard that it has also changed a new team leader." The team leader of the island country also uses Chinese.

"Unfortunately, I haven't met anyone from the Southern Martial Arts League yet. Today's lottery results are really a coincidence." The Indian leader used English, but he had a translator around him and had no barriers to communication.

"We will meet tomorrow's semi-finals." said the Thai team leader. "But we are quite arrogant about this new team leader and have not come to say hello to us yet."

"If he comes later, I want to work with him." The island leader sneered, with contempt in his tone.

"Oh?" The Thai team leader chuckled, "I found out that this new team leader was stepping on Wen Chengchun's head, and he was a practical player."

"So what? Wen Chengchun was really in the limelight when she was young, but now she is old and I don't know how many years have they made a fuss. I probably can't fight anymore." The island leader smiled disdainfully: "I proposed to fight him last year, but I was rejected. Isn't there an old saying on their side? Fists are afraid of being strong, and I guess he is also afraid."

"Team Leader Zhang, what do you think?" The Thai team leader brought the topic to Zhang Jiabo of the Beiwu League.

Zhang Jiabo's face looked a little ugly. Although the North-South Martial Arts Alliance often competed secretly, he was his own person after all. He felt very unhappy when he heard Wen Chengchun.

"Lead Liu is young and promising, and his strength has been recognized." Zhang Jiabo said, but he was a little unconfident. Although he was unwilling to be looked down upon by people, he had to admit that the two team leaders of Thailand and the island country in front of him were indeed of great strength.

"I heard that he is the young master?" The Thai team leader's tone was a bit joking.

Zhang Jiabo now heard that these two guys were dissatisfied with Liu Yutao's failure to perform the etiquette of his juniors and deliberately brought up trouble.

"It's true." Zhang Jiabo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He felt depressed, but in recent years, it was a fact that the domestic martial arts league had not been able to meet the situation.

"It seems that he is still a bit arrogant, but his age should be able to participate in this competition, right?" said the Thai team leader with a smile.

"Yes," Zhang Jiabo nodded.

"But why didn't you participate?" The Thai team leader laughed.

"I don't know much about the matter in the south, but since Wen Chengchun promised him to become the leader of the league, he naturally had to train him to be the successor." Zhang Jiabo said one thing, but he himself didn't understand it. How could Liu Yutao, an unknown figure, suddenly become the leader of the Southern Martial Arts League?

"Oh, it seems that Wen Chengchun feels that the strength of this young master is too much beyond his peers and is not suitable for participating in this kind of competition." The Thai team leader's words were extremely provocative and looked at the island team leader, "I wonder what it is like compared to your genius boy?"
Chapter completed!