readx; Sima Chong's wonderful performance on the gambling table made everyone in the audience dumbfounded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning, almost no one was optimistic about Sima Chong.

But as the gambling battle progressed, Sima Chong gradually gained the absolute upper hand and held the initiative in the entire battle, while Wu Zhonglin became passive everywhere and was used by Sima Chong as a sparring partner to practice swordsmanship.

It can be said that this gambling battle has already been decided.

This is clear to the disciples of the Immortal Sect watching from the audience, Sima Chong is clear, and Wu Zhonglin, who is struggling to support him, is also clear.

It's just that Wu Zhonglin hasn't taken the initiative to admit defeat, and Sima Chong hasn't made a killer, and the elder who presided over the game is not easy to stop, for fear that if Wu Zhonglin says that he still has a trick after the stop, he will not be able to determine the winner.

But at this point in the gambling fight, Sima Chong already felt that it was difficult to improve his swordsmanship if he continued to fight with Wu Zhonglin, and he was already planning how to end this battle.

If he wants Wu Zhonglin to climb down, Sima Chong can do it at any time, but if he does that, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Changshengmen in the future, and he still wants to learn the cultivation techniques of the Changshengmen?

But let Wu Zhonglin go like this, and he was very unwilling in his heart.

For a while, how to find a way to get the best of both worlds made Sima Chong very difficult.

"Ahh

"Don't, junior brother!"

Lei Hong was shocked when he saw Wu Zhonglin swallowing the red pill.

Along with the exclamations, there were also several inner disciples behind Lei Hong.

They were also sent by Wu Chunqiu to participate in the hunt with Wu Zhonglin, to put it bluntly, they were bodyguards and coolies for Wu Zhonglin, if Wu Zhonglin made any mistakes during the hunt, they would not be able to escape.

However, once on the gambling platform, unless one party is knocked out of the table, or one party takes the initiative to admit defeat, no one else can come to the stage.

Seeing that Wu Zhonglin had already swallowed the red pill, they could only be anxious offstage.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Wu swallowed a forbidden drug?"

The disciples watching below also immediately began to discuss.

"That's the Beast Transformation Pill!" said an inner disciple.

"Oh my God, a beast pill costs 500,000 gold coins, and it takes a golden lion corpse of innate strength to exchange it!"

"Money, Senior Brother Wu is the grandson of the master of the door, and gold coins are a ball for him!"

"However, I heard that the beast pill has a negative effect after using it?"

"Of course, the kind of elixir that overdraws physical strength will damage the body after use, and it will not be able to recover even if there is a good elixir for three or five days. ”

"Alas, what's the trouble with this, isn't it just a gambling fight?" Some disciples began to think that Wu Zhonglin was not worth it.

Looking at Wu Zhonglin, who had swallowed the pill, his body had grown significantly larger, and his body began to exude a violent aura, Sima Chong took a step back and looked at the changing Wu Zhonglin vigilantly.

Although Sima Chong had never seen the Beast Pill, he saw the changes in Wu Zhonglin and heard the exclamations from the audience, he was no stranger to medicine since he was a child, and he also guessed that the red pill was a forbidden drug.

He held the Qinggang sword tightly in his right hand, pointed at Wu Zhonglin obliquely, leaned slightly, and the sword finger in his left hand swung back, silently using Zixia Divine Skill, and the whole person had entered a state of full alert.

The elder in Tsing Yi in the audience frowned when he saw Wu Zhonglin devouring the Beast Transformation Pill before, and at this time, when he saw the faintly invisible purple light on Sima Chong's sword finger, his unjust frowning brows stretched, and he nodded slightly, looking at Sima Chong's eyes, which were also full of appreciation and admiration.

This old man in Tsing Yi is called She Taijun, and Sun Kun is a good friend, and he is very familiar with the exercises in Sun Kun's "Zixia Secrets", and he is both shocked and delighted that Sima Chong can practice Zixia Divine Skills to Xiaocheng within half a month.

Shocking was that such a speed made him unbelievable, and he was glad that the Immortal Gate finally had a genius that was rare in a thousand years.

He didn't know that Sima Chong was able to achieve this, in addition to his own understanding and hard work, it was also thanks to his special body that had been bathed with high-grade elixirs every day since he was a child.

It can be said that his body is a treasure trove, his flesh and bones are full of various elixir essences, and at the same time, he will be much more sensitive to the various energies between heaven and earth.

This is destined for him to not only practice ordinary martial arts quickly in the future, but also to practice the true martial arts, and he will also be handy and get twice the result with half the effort.

In just a few breaths, Wu Zhonglin had completely changed, the muscles of his whole body balled, his body grew two feet taller, his face was full of flesh, and his two eyes shot out two rays of blood-devouring light of beasts.

The clothes on his body had been torn in many places by his bulging body, and his current appearance was almost the same as a miniature version of the mountain giant Yuan.

"Roar!"

He raised his head to the sky and roared, his fists slammed into his chest, making a muffled sound of "dong dong", and his fists hit each other again, suddenly emitting a burst of golden light.

This kind of momentum is no longer comparable to before taking the Beast Transformation Pill.

Sima Chong took a step back again, the long sword in his hand pointed at Wu Zhonglin, who had completed the beastization, the tip of the sword continued to tremble, and his battle intent began to rise continuously.

"Smack!"

Wu Zhonglin stepped out, and his golden fist smashed down on Sima Chong's head, and his other hand turned into a golden light and shadow, and took the initiative to slap Sima Chong's green steel sword.

In the face of this powerful attack, Sima Chong did not retreat but advanced.

He circled his long sword, changed his stab to sharpen, slashed at Wu Zhonglin's wrist, and changed the fingers of his left hand into palms, facing Wu Zhonglin's fist.

He actually had the heart to test Wu Zhonglin's strength, which was also due to his youthful vigor and lack of experience, if he was an experienced person, in the situation of unknown circumstances, he would never choose to go head-to-head with an animalized opponent.

Even if it's a temptation, it's a safe move such as a knock-out.

"Dang!"

"Smack!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and Sima Chong had already stepped back five or six steps in a row before he could barely stand firm.

It turned out that just when Sima Chong's long sword was about to slash Wu Zhonglin's wrist, his palm suddenly sank and cut on Sima Chong's long sword, and at the same time, his right fist had collided with Sima Chong's left palm.

With the power of his beast at this time, where Sima Chong was his opponent, he was immediately shocked and his blood was empty, and he kept retreating.

Finally, he was physically strong, and he had Zixia Divine Skill to protect his body, so he didn't suffer major damage.

But after this round, Sima Chong also completely recognized the fact that he was definitely not Wu Zhonglin's opponent in terms of strength.

And after this blow, Wu Zhonglin did not give Sima Chong a chance to breathe, "pop" two loud sounds, he had already rushed to Sima Chong's face, "whirring", the golden fist had rained down on Sima Chong.

Sima Chong is less than a foot away from the edge of the gambling table, if he is hit by Wu Zhonglin again, he will definitely be knocked off the gambling table, lose the gambling fight, and will lose his freedom in the future, and be played with by Wu Zhonglin in the palm of his hand.

Can't lose, can't lose!

This is Sima Chong's inner voice at this time.

But in the face of the golden fist shadow that blocked all his retreats, he felt bitter.