The forbidden army's brave general Huang Jin couldn't hold up a move in the hands of the other party, and Pan Xuan, a master of the rivers and lakes, was also attacked by the other party and became a waste.

After two rounds, first the imperial court, and then the rivers and lakes, they all lost neatly, and the national prestige of Chu and Zhao Heng's face also fell neatly!

Faced with such a result, Mo said that Zhao Heng was the king, and even the ministers couldn't accept it!

This is the master who is one step away from the Nine Rank Grandmaster Realm in my mouth?

It's not at this time to brag about it!

Zhao Heng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, if he didn't find a way to save the situation, then when the news came out, the prestige of Chu among the countries would plummet.

A month later, you don't have to do it for your 50th birthday, you can go directly to the temple to confess to your ancestors and ancestors, and make an edict to your own sin!

What's more, he also felt that the envoys of the three kingdoms were looking at him with a smile but not a smile, which simply pulled the ridicule value to the highest.

"Who wants to share my worries?"

Zhao Heng asked in a deep voice.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and Yaqi was silent.

In the past two games, everyone is not blind, and they can see that these great monks of the Three Dharma Sects are more difficult to provoke than one another, and their cultivation is at least above the eighth grade, coupled with all kinds of miraculous skills of Buddhism, even for the grandmaster who has just entered the ninth order, he can resist for a moment and a half.

With his own little strength, it is better not to go up and deliver food again, otherwise Da Chu will lose four games in a row, not to mention, and let these bald donkeys enter the arsenal to select secret magic weapons, and the face of the entire Chu State will be swollen.

In the crowd, Wu Song saw all this kind of situation, his eyes flashed, and his lips moved slightly.

Zhao Xu's expression changed, and he turned his head to look at Wu Song, his eyes full of inquiry.

Seeing Zhao Xu coming, Wu Song grinned and said again:

"Your Highness, rest assured, even the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes was killed alive with these iron fists, let alone a few bald donkeys?"

When Zhao Xu heard this, he was sure in his heart.

Wu Song's deeds, he also secretly inquired, that big insect is not an ordinary big insect, and the idle thirty or fifty soldiers can't get close to the body of this big insect, but Wu Song was beaten to death with a pair of iron fists, which shows that his divine power is extraordinary.

Now he volunteered, thinking that he was eight or nine points sure that he could win this game.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xu walked to Zhao Heng's side in broken steps, and said loudly: "Father, there is a warrior surnamed Wu Mingsong under the sons of the emperor, who has the power of thousands of troops to overcome difficulties, and the courage of ten thousand people, I am willing to share the worries of my father!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers whispered.

His Royal Highness King Ning had just returned to Beijing, and he was young, so he didn't have any idea of how high or low he was to cultivate, so he made this wild talk.

If those great monks were so easy to deal with, how could Da Chu lose two games in a row?

"King Ning, this matter is not trivial, you, decided?"

Obviously, Zhao Heng also had this worry in his heart, and asked with a frown.

"Father, Wu Song once saved the lives of his sons, and even stabbed two thieves in Jingshan when he suppressed bandits, and made great contributions. Erchen is willing to vouch for Wu Song with his own throne! ”

Zhao Xu said solemnly.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Heng's face suddenly showed a trace of surprise.

Although he knew Wu Song's identity through the secret agents in the palace, he didn't expect that his third son would be willing to vouch for the throne!

Sons are like this, isn't it as good as a son as a son?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Heng suddenly had a sense of pride in his heart, patted the back of the chair, and said:

"Okay, I will believe the emperor's words today. Zhang Chu, bring the imperial wine to give the warriors courage! ”

As soon as Wu Song heard that there was imperial wine, the gluttonous worm in his stomach was suddenly hooked out, and he smiled:

"Your Majesty might as well reward the ministers with a jar of imperial wine, the ministers are drunk for eight points, and the strength of the body can exert eight points of strength; If you are drunk for nine points, you can use nine points of strength. Back then, the minister was drunk that he had the feat of fighting the tiger. ”

Zhao Heng glanced at Wu Song up and down, and when he saw his thick eyebrows and big eyes, his appearance was dignified, and he became more and more happy in his heart, and said with a smile:

"Since Qing said so, I am not a stingy person. Zhang Chu, bring two jars of imperial wine to this strong man! I have a word first, if the strong man can win a while, I will give you a hundred jars of wine; Win two battles, 300 jars of imperial wine! ”

Wu Song's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said continuously:

"Your Majesty's golden mouth, once you say it, it is difficult to chase the horse, but don't deceive Wu Song and a rough person!"

As he spoke, he took a jar of imperial wine from Zhang Chu's hand, slapped open the seal with one palm, and did not shy away from everyone, and poured it down his throat with his head raised.

In less than a few breaths, a jar of nearly ten catties of imperial wine was devoured by him and all of them entered his stomach.

The moment the wine entered his stomach, Wu Song felt a mellow wine rush from his chest and abdomen to his limbs, and he couldn't help but burp.

"Good...... Wine! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Wu will go back when he goes! ”

After that, Wu Song carried another jar of imperial wine, one foot deep and one foot shallow, staggered, and staggered to the ring.

Looking at the drunken man staggering in front of him, Han Sang, who had been standing in the ring for a long time and waiting in the ring for a long time, couldn't help frowning, and said in a rough voice: "Wu Na man, see you drunk like this, quickly admit defeat and get out of the ring, otherwise the poor monk's fist will not have eyes!" ”

Wu Song looked drunk, and when he heard that the halberd in his right hand pointed at Hansang, he immediately shook his fingers twice.

"You bald donkey, you want Lao Tzu's life, but you are not qualified! Get out of the ring quickly, Lao Tzu Rao, spare your dog's life! ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and poured a sip of imperial wine.

"Look for death!"

was pointed at and scolded by the other party, Hansang's chest was full of anger, and he was about to use his means to torture this drunk to death.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man stomped his foot, and the bluestone floor tiles exploded.

Before everyone could react, a ring-shaped ripple flashed in the air, and Wu Song had already deceived Gong Sang like a ghost, and punched out!

Feeling the fierce aura on the other party's body, Gong Sang transported the Vajra Ruyi method to the extreme, and in the real air turn, the glass-colored light around his body shone brightly, not dodging or dodging, and his right hand turned into a fist, and he also blasted towards Wu Song!

Incompetent to defeat the Ming King, he is one of the eight great Ming kings of Esoteric Buddhism.

Impotence means 'not to be defeated by anything', which means that it is hard and unbreakable, and has supreme divine power to subdue the troubles and obstacles of sentient beings.

Gongsang was named the incompetent king of victory by the Dharma King of Jinlun Temple, which shows the superb skills of his body protection.

He relied on his own body protection exercises, ready to exchange injuries with Wu Song!

The two fists intersected, and Gongsang's face instantly became terrified.

He felt an unstoppable force pouring out of the opponent's fist!

In the next moment, he heard the crisp sound of the arm bone of his right arm breaking, and felt the object in front of him retreat rapidly.

He was actually punched away by that drunk man named Wu Song!

Under the ring, seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of the envoys of the Three Kingdoms and the monks changed greatly, and they subconsciously stood up from their seats.

Wu Song's body flickered, he took three steps in a row, caught up with Gongsang's figure, threw the wine jar into the sky, and struck out with both fists in a row, and the fists were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the true qi of Gongsang's body was so bright and uncertain that it seemed that he would be completely shattered by Wu Song in the next moment!

Drunk Eight Immortals: Zhang Guolao, Drunk Toss Cup and Kick Serial!

In the face of Wu Song's incomparable divine power, Gongsang had nowhere to borrow his strength, so he couldn't help but retreat again and again, but unexpectedly, Wu Song took a step forward again, grabbed his monk's robe, and dragged him back again.

Gong Sang was overjoyed in his heart, his muscles burst out, he ran his true qi, pinched the Zhi fist seal in his left hand, and slammed it towards Wu Song's head!

Unexpectedly, Wu Song's body suddenly became extremely soft, and with a twist of his body, he came behind Gongsang, avoided Gongsang's punch, and then stretched out his hands and picked up Gongsang's waist.

Without waiting for Gongsang to break free, Wu Song slammed his head on the bluestone ground with an iron plate bridge.

The drunken Han Zhongli of the Eight Immortals stumbles and hugs the top of his heart!

Suddenly, a stream of warm blood flowed from Gongsang's nostrils, and his whole head felt buzzing.

Wu Song exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, stood up, and slammed his knees into Gongsang's head with a series of knees, so fast that everyone in the audience saw layers of afterimages.

The drunken Eight Immortals' iron crutch Li Xuan's knee is really drunk!

Looking at the miserable appearance of Gongsang in the ring, some people subconsciously touched their heads.

Wu Song stretched out his hand to take the wine jar that fell from mid-air, and then turned around, raised his foot and swept the body of Gongsang, who had hit his knees against half of his head, to the envoys of the Three Kingdoms, and then said to Zhao Heng:

"Your Majesty, don't forget the hundred altars of imperial wine that you promised your ministers."

Looking at Wu Song standing in the ring, and then at the corpse of Gongsang not far away, there was a dead silence in the entire martial arts arena.

"Okay, the warrior is very skilled, this hundred jars of imperial wine, I choose the best, let Zhang Chu personally send it to King Ning's mansion, and let the strong man drink it at will!"

It wasn't until Zhou Heng was so excited that his voice with a trilling voice sounded that the Manchu Dynasty civil and military sides reacted.

My Da Chu finally won a game!

When Wu Song heard this, he arched his hand at Zhao Hengqi and tilted his gaze to the envoys of the Three Kingdoms.

Raising his hand and pouring another sip of wine, Wu Songfang said lazily:

"Who's next?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Heng's eyes widened involuntarily.

This Wu Song actually took his joke seriously, he really wanted to fight this second game for the sake of the three hundred jars of imperial wine?