On this side, feeling the battle intent coming from Lin Chong's body, Kongmu's eyes froze, and the blazing martial arts true flame condensed behind him into a hideous-looking Yaksha phantom.

Yaksha stick method!

The Qi Mei stick shook endlessly, turning into a continuous stick momentum, and countless stick shadows shrouded towards Lin Chong like an overwhelming man.

"Good stick!"

Lin Chong looked at the shadow of the stick, and praised in a low voice, the head of the dragon stick in his hand was facing the sky, and the tail of the stick was pointing to the ground, as if the green dragon was lying cross-legged, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Ten square immeasurable sticks!

The coiling dragon stick skyrocketed, and in an instant, it struck out thousands of stick shadows, not dodging or dodging, and struck towards the empty wood.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of sticks clashing with each other was like a muffled thunderbolt, colliding with each other a thousand times in the blink of an eye.

The two figures were separated at first glance, but the positions of the two of them were completely changed.

"Amitabha."

Yu Guang glanced at the bandage on his arm, which was almost completely broken, and lightly pronounced the Buddha's name, placing the Qi Mei stick in the crook of his arm, and clasping his hands together.

"Master Lin is so handsome, the little monk is not the opponent of the donor."

After that, he saluted Zhao Yuhe, turned around and got out of the ring.

"This monk is obedient." Looking at this scene, Zhao Yu shook his head and smiled.

At the same time, on the martial arts field, Lin Chongwu, who had won a game, didn't want to get off the field, threw the dragon stick in his hand back to the weapon rack, and took out an iron spear in his hand, the tip of the gun pointed at the location of everyone in Qi State, and said hatefully:

"The bald donkey of the Great Bodhi Temple, come up quickly and lead the death!"

The sound is like thunder, and people can't help but change color.

"The thief is so brave with the army!"

Zhao Wenbin scolded secretly, and his eyes became more and more unkind when he looked at Lin Chong.

Although the monks of the Great Bodhi Temple often recite Buddhist scriptures, they can't help but feel angry at this time.

"Amitabha, the donor is obsessed with it and has become a demonic obstacle, so let the old man personally send the donor to the Western Heavenly Bliss."

With a Buddha horn, Zen Master Zhiding carried a Zen staff and went to the ring again, looking at Lin Chong, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sly smile.

"Master Lin, today, let the poor monk give you a surplus."

Looking at Zhiding's round face, the past couldn't help but resurface from the bottom of Lin Chong's heart.

In the past few years, in the dead of night, I can't help but think of that scene back then.

If it weren't for these bald donkeys of the Great Bodhi Temple, how could his wife commit suicide, and how could he be engraved with a gold seal on his face and sent out of Beijing?

The reason why he Lin Chong ended up ruining his family was not because of these bald donkeys who were full of benevolence and morality on the surface, but in fact they were murdered by men and prostitutes?

"Bald donkey, come to life!"

With a roar containing endless anger, Lin Chong held the gun in both hands, poured all his strength into the tip of the gun, and stabbed towards Zhiding!

If Zhao Yu opens the system panel at this time, he can find that Lin Chong's characteristics [Unbearable] are exuding a bright light, which also means that Lin Chong's force at this time has risen to 95 points!

Under extreme anger, the martial arts true flame on Lin Chong's body burned brightly, and finally condensed into a lifelike beast behind him!

Raccoon!

"Jiupin!"

"Nine Rank Grandmaster Realm!"

"How is this possible?"

Seeing this scene, whether it was the monarchs and ministers of the Chu State or the envoys of the Three Kingdoms, they all subconsciously stood up, with unbelievable looks on their faces.

However, one side is happy, and the other side is worried!

In the crowd, Zen Master Zhiyuan's face changed, and he said urgently:

"Your Majesty, the old brother ...... the younger brother"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a thunderous roar, and on the martial arts field, the phantom of the golden bell dissipated, revealing Zhiding's figure.

Zhiding slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood hole the size of a sea bowl in his chest, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength to speak, his body shook twice, and he fell to the ground.

Glancing at Zhiding's body, Lin Chong stood with a gun in his hand and arched his hand in the direction where Zhao Yu was:

"Your Majesty, Lin Chong is fortunate not to disgrace his life!"

At this side, Zen Master Zhiyuan opened his mouth, and finally the words on his lips turned into a long sigh.

Now that this is the case, what else can he say?

The thief and the army are bad for me!

Zhao Wenbin looked at Lin Chong's figure, and secretly hated in his heart, but in the territory of Chu State, he was helpless against Lin Chong for a while.

"Good, good!"

Chu State won three games in a row, and suddenly regained the disadvantage, as long as one more victory, then this competition, even if the last two games were lost, it was still their Chu State who won the competition.

"Three, I don't know which master you are going to send to play in the next game?"

Hearing Zhao Yu's words, and seeing a smile on the corner of the mouth of the emperor of Chu, the envoys of the Three Kingdoms were silent for a while.

In the current situation, none of the remaining three games can be lost on their side.

Because if you lose one game, it's a whole game.

At the beginning, everyone was full of confidence, thinking that the three kingdoms joined forces, and they couldn't handle the next Chu country?

Unexpectedly, it was my own side that was finally forced into a dilemma.

It's just that, looking at the performance of Fang Cai Wu Song and Lin Chong, in the next game, no matter which side of the Three Kingdoms is, there is no absolute certainty that they will be able to take it.

If they can't win this game, in the end, it is not the Chu State they imagined that they will lose face, but their own side.

When the envoy returned to China, the lord of the country knew what had happened in the Chu State, and the life of these envoys would be better!

For a while, Pan Yonghua, Zhao Wenbin and Zhuoma Wangjie looked at me, I looked at you, and no one wanted to be the first to speak.

Seeing all the dilemmas of the envoys of the Three Kingdoms who could not advance or retreat, Zhao Yu smiled secretly in his heart and said:

"If the three envoys have a hard time making a decision, then I, the host, will help you make up your mind. Where is Heba Po Hu! ”

In the crowd, He Batsheng, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, heard His Majesty call his name, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Pohu, if you dare to lose face in Jingying, this governor and Wen Chang will not be able to spare you!"

Huang Zhong's voice sounded in He Batsheng's ears.

The death of Sha Yuanyi in battle made Zhang Youwei and the forbidden army lose face in front of His Majesty, and their Beijing camp must not repeat the mistakes of their colleagues!

"Don't worry."

He Basheng turned his head and nodded in the direction where Huang Zhong was, and then jumped to the martial arts platform with an arrow step, and arched his hand towards Zhao Yu:

"Your Majesty, He Ba Pohu is here!"

"Okay, General Heba, go and weigh the quality of these masters of the Three Kingdoms for me."

Zhao Yu said lightly.

He wanted to hide the existence of the Nine-Rank Grandmaster Realm such as Huang Zhong and Wei Yan, but an eighth-rank powerhouse like He Bayue who had already stepped into the Nine-Rank Grandmaster Realm with half a foot did not need it at all.

Instead, he wants to use these people to give a warning to the envoys of the Three Kingdoms!

Chu State, don't be bullied!

He Batsheng's right hand was spitted out with great strength, and a silk lance flew out of the weapon rack and fell into He Batsheng's palm.

He Batsheng held the lance in his hand, and the courage in his chest soared, and he looked in the direction of the envoys of the Three Kingdoms, and his voice was like a bell.

"The cavalry general of the Beijing camp, He Ba Pohu, is here, I wonder which master is willing to come to the stage to give advice?"

(End of chapter)