Seeing that Wu Song agreed so neatly, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart, and laughed:

"Okay, the warrior is really cool! Gao Lishi, bring the royal wine, give the warriors courage! ”

Hearing that there was imperial wine, Wu Song's eyes suddenly lit up, and the gluttonous worm in his stomach was even hooked out of seven or eight points, and he smiled:

"Those who know the grass people, Your Majesty too! If the grass people are drunk for eight points, the strength of this 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, so he had the feat of fighting the tiger in Jingshan. ”

Whether it is in the past life or now, Zhao Yu has always liked Wu Song very much, and said with a smile:

"Since the strong man said so, then I am not a stingy person. Gao Lishi, bring two jars of imperial wine to this warrior! ”

"Grass people, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Wu Song was overjoyed when he heard this, took a jar of imperial wine from Gao Lishi's hand, grabbed the bottom of the altar with his left hand, slapped the sealing paper at the mouth of the altar with his right hand, and did not care about the eyes of everyone, as soon as he raised his head, he poured this full jar of imperial wine into his throat.

I could only hear the sound of "grunt", but after a few breaths, a jar of nearly ten catties of imperial wine was devoured by him and all 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, the grass people will go back as soon as they go! ”

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

"You bald, bald monks, who will taste grandpa's iron fist?"

Being pointed at his nose and scolded for being bald, even if he is a Buddha, he will have nameless anger.

"Such a reckless man will be handed over to King Hansang Ming."

The Burmese envoy Pan Yonghua bowed slightly to a tall and thin monk with a dark complexion and a yellow complexion, and said respectfully.

"Master Pan, don't worry, the poor monk will come when he goes."

Han Sang said, his shoulders moved slightly, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow, and he came to the ring in an instant.

"Donor, my Buddha has a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, and even more Vajra angry eyes. The benefactor has violated the precept of resentment, and today, let the poor monk come to the benefactor to go to the Western Heavenly Bliss! ”

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 grandpa's life, but you are not qualified! Get out of the ring quickly, grandpa Rao, spare your dog's life! ”

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

"Look for death!"

Successively being pointed at and scolded by the other party, Hansan was furious in his chest, and he was about to use his means to abuse the drunk to death.

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

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

Feeling the fierce aura on the other party's body, Han Sang transported the Vajra Ruyi Method to the extreme, and between the real air turns, the glass-colored light around his body shines brightly, not dodging or dodging, his right hand turns into a fist, and he also blasts towards Wu Song!

Hansan is one of the eight great kings of the Four Pillars Courtyard, the incompetent king of victory.

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.

Han Sang was named the King of the Incompetent Victory by the King of Jinlun Temple, which shows the mastery of his body protection skills.

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

The two fists intersected, and Han San'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 figure flickered, he took three steps in a row, caught up with Han Sang's figure, threw the wine jar towards 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 Han Song's body protection was uncertain, and 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 unparalleled divine power, Han Sang 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.

Han San's heart was overjoyed, his muscles burst out, his true qi was running, and he pinched the Zhi fist mark 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 Han Sang, avoided Han Sang's punch, and then stretched out his hands and hugged Han Sang's waist.

Before Han Sang could 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 out of Hansang's nostrils, and his whole head felt buzzing, and he was stunned for a while, unable to distinguish between southeast and northwest.

Wu Song exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, stood up, and slammed his knees into Han Sang's head in 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 Hansang 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 Han Sang, who had hit his knee and had no more than half of his head, to the envoy of the Three Kingdoms, before turning to Zhao Yu and saluting:

"Your Majesty, the grass people are fortunate not to be dishonored."

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

"Okay, the warrior is very skilled."

Although Zhao Yu had long expected Wu Song's strength, Wu Song's ability to win the other party so neatly really made Zhao Yu feel a bad breath in his heart.

Looking at the burly men standing with their heads held high in the field, the ministers of the Chu State, and the martial arts, at this moment, their faces all showed excited looks.

Because at this moment, Wu Song represents the court of Chu and the face of Great Chu!

Wu Song won this game with his extraordinary skills, and the face that Chu State had lost in the first two games finally got some back.

The envoys of the three kingdoms exchanged glances quietly, and they all saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

This plan was first put forward by the envoys of Qi State, and it was precisely because of the calculation that nearly ninety percent of the elite of Chu State were among the border troops, and there were no masters in the capital, that this plan was agreed by the two countries of Burma and Yun.

Who would have thought that nine out of ten things would humiliate the court of Chu State, and there would be a Cheng biting gold halfway through.

Burmese envoy Pan Yonghua's eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but burn.

Han San, one of the Eight Great Ming Kings of the Four Pillars Courtyard, died in the ring, so how could he explain to His Majesty and the King of Law after returning to China?

"Venerable, please let the disciples go to war and avenge Han Sang!"

Chen Liangming, who was standing behind the Yaksha Ming King, clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice.

Among the eight Ming kings, Chen Liangming had the best relationship with Han Sang, and now seeing Han Sang die tragically at the hands of Wu Song, he couldn't help but go to the court to avenge him under the anger in his heart.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, Chen Liangming, you've broken the precepts!"

Sang Duoba lightly pronounced the Buddha's name and frowned.

"In my teaching, there are Bodhisattvas who lower their eyebrows, and there are even more Vajra angry eyes. The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, so there are six paths of compassion; King Kong is angry, and only then can he subdue the four demons. Venerable, please allow your disciples to fight! ”

As he spoke, Chen Liangming looked at Pan Yonghua on the side.

Pan Yonghua saw Chen Liangming looking at him, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said:

"King Ming is still a little restless. In the first two rounds, the monks of our Burma and Qi countries have all been in the ring, and in the third round, it is time for Yunguo to play. ”

Chen Liangming saw that the two people in charge of this trip did not support him to take revenge, so he gritted his teeth and temporarily suppressed the anger in his chest.

Seeing that the Burmese side had discussed properly, Zhuoma Wangjie, the envoy of the Yun State, turned around and saluted the three great monks behind him.

"Three masters, this one, please leave it to you."

Led by the head of the Golden Wheel Sect, the head of the Yaksha Monastery, Ba Song, lightly announced the Buddha's name, and said:

"Kongmu, you go up and teach the martial arts of the Chu State."

"Disciple obeys!"

Behind Ba Song, a dark-skinned, tall monk with a circle of bandages wrapped around his arms got up, picked up the Qi Mei stick, strode onto the martial arts arena, and bowed with his hands folded in the direction where the monarchs and ministers of the Chu State were.

"The monk of the Yaksha Monastery of the Golden Wheel Sect is empty, and he is ordered by the master to teach you the means!"

When the monarchs and ministers of Chu State heard this, they were first overjoyed, and then they all felt a little difficult.

This monk is quite polite, but among the crowd, who to let play has become a big problem.

After watching Fang Cai's two competitions, everyone has a rough judgment on the lowest value of the strength of this competition.

Those who compete in the competition must not only have more than eight grades of cultivation, but also have rich practical experience.

It can be said that this competition is not only a decisive victory, but also a life and death!

Without a big heart that lives to die, it is only a matter of time before you are defeated and die.

"Your Majesty, the grass people Lin Chong is willing to come to the stage to compete with this monk!"

A loud voice echoed in the martial arts arena, and everyone looked at it, but it was a middle-aged man wearing a hat.

"Okay, played by the strong man of the forest!"

Seeing Lin Chong's request, Zhao Yu bowed slightly and agreed.

Lin Chong stepped into the martial arts arena, with one right hand, only to see that on the weapon rack erected on one side of the martial arts arena, a coiling dragon stick was sucked out by the majestic force, and flew into Lin Chong's palm like lightning.

Lin Chong held the coiling dragon stick in his hand and put on a posture, far away from Kongmu.

Off the field, Zhao Wenbin, the envoy of the Qi State, swept his gaze over Lin Chong's cheeks, and suddenly paused, and then asked sharply:

"Slow down, foreign ministers are bold, may I ask Your Majesty, those who have gold seals on their faces dare to go to the palace?"

As Zhao Wenbin's voice sounded, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Chong's cheeks.

I saw that on Lin Chong's right cheek, a pale gold word "prisoner" was engraved!

And Lin Chong, who became the focus of everyone's attention, suddenly dimmed the light in those tiger eyes.

He didn't know what the monarchs of the Chu State would think of him if his former identity as a criminal prisoner was revealed......

Seeing the golden seal on Lin Chong's face clearly, the monarchs and ministers of the Chu State were silent.

No one expected that such a change would occur.

"Your Majesty, this person is a prisoner of our country, is it inappropriate to let this person compete on stage?"

Zhao Wenbin said with a sneer.

When Zhao Yu heard this, he frowned slightly, and said unhappily:

"Qi envoys, this is Great Chu, not Qi State! I do things in Da Chu, I have my own rules, and it is not your turn to be a foreign minister here to talk nonsense and point fingers! ”

When Zhao Wenbin heard this, he sneered and said:

"Your Majesty's words are not true, if it is someone else, the foreign minister may not say a word. But this person is not only a person from my Qi country, but also a prisoner! What His Highness meant, could it be that there is no one available in the Chu State, so I have to let the prisoners of Daqi play? If Your Majesty admits this, then the Minister has nothing to say! ”

When Zhao Yu heard this, he sneered more and more in his heart, and said:

"I don't know if Zhao Envoy knows, why is this Lin Zhuangshi's face engraved with a gold seal, and how did he come to Dachu?"

Zhao Wenbin snorted coldly.

"How does this official know about the criminal prisoners?"

He is not a black-clothed Taichung person, how can he know the secrets of others?

"I don't know, then please ask Zhao Envoy to be cautious!" After snorting coldly, Zhao Yu looked at Lin Chong, who was a little gloomy in the center of the martial arts arena, and said loudly, "Lin Zhuangshi, and bring your grievances here, Qi State will not be the master for you, and my Chu State will support you!" ”

"Back to Your Majesty," receiving Zhao Yu's encouragement, Lin Chong only hesitated for a moment, and then said his experience with a choked voice.

Lin Chong was framed by Shangguan that year, the reason was that when his wife was offering incense in the Dabodhi Temple, her beauty was noticed by the monks in the temple and secretly reported to Lin Chong's boss.

The boss coveted Lin Niangzi's beauty, so he came up with a poisonous plan to frame Lin Chong and send him out of Beijing, while he wanted to marry Lin Niangzi.

Lin Niangzi has a strong personality, first pretending to submit, then killing him with a dagger, and she committed suicide to save her full name.

These things were all things that Lin Chong finally learned after he was released from prison.

For that boss, Lin Chong hated it to the core, but he was dead, and most of Lin Chong's hatred was transferred to the monks of the Great Bodhi Temple who aided in the abuse.

That's why he followed him when he learned that the Qi delegation and the monks of the Great Bodhi Temple were going south, and he was going to find an opportunity to kill a few monks to avenge his deceased wife, but he didn't expect that when he encountered the competition of the Four Kingdoms, the Emperor of Chu posted a list to recruit brave people.

And this just gave him Lin Chong a chance to take revenge.

In the end, Lin Chong couldn't cry.

And the eyes of everyone in the audience who looked at the people in the Qi delegation were mixed with an indescribable meaning.

When Zhao Yu heard this, after comforting Lin Chong for a few words, Fang looked at Zhao Wenbin and said coldly:

"Envoy Zhao, today I let you hear clearly, you Qi country don't want great talent, I want Chu country! You are a good general pushed out by the Qi State, and I will collect it from the Chu State! In this way, can Zhao Envoy be satisfied in his heart? ”

"The foreign minister has nothing to say, but what Your Majesty has done today, when the foreign minister returns to Qi State, it will be reported to my lord."

Faced with Zhao Wenbin's last stubbornness, Zhao Yu didn't bother to say anything to him again, looked at Lin Chong, and said gently:

"Sect Leader Lin, let me ask you, are you willing to serve my Great Chu?"

"The Qi State regards Lin Chong as a mustard, and Lin Chong regards the Qi State as an enemy! Chen Lin Chong, I am willing to die for Your Majesty! ”

"That's fine." Zhao Yu nodded and looked at Zhao Wenbin again, "What Sect Leader Lin said personally, does Zhao Envoy still have questions?" ”

Zhao Wenbin snorted and stopped talking.

What else does he have to say now?

(End of chapter)