As soon as Lei Hong's words came out, everyone's discussion suddenly sounded in the main hall.

"Yes, there are also high and low lives, if a common person can jump out and gamble with the emperor, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Sima Chong glanced at Na Lei Hong fiercely, sneered secretly, but did not speak, to see how Na Lei Hong would assess his life.

When Wu Zhonglin heard what Lei Hong said, he immediately shouted: "Yes, senior brother, you reacted quickly, and I almost made that nonsense." Then he added:

"But since Shi Chong has already proposed to gamble his life, if I don't dare to fight, others still think I'm afraid of him, senior brother, how do you think this bet should be placed?"

Lei Hong looked at the pile of things that Wu Zhonglin had purchased before, and then looked at the black gold soft armor on the counter, pointed to the things in front of him and said: "It's better for the junior brother to gamble with Shi Chong with these East and the black gold soft armor, these things are not less than millions, then Shi Chong is afraid that they are not worth this price, and others will not say that we are afraid of losing." ”

In fact, Lei Hong only thought that there was Elder Sun Kun behind Sima Chong when he saw Sima Chong proposing to gamble his life, although Sun Kun has always cared about the affairs of the sect, but his strength is recognized as the first person under the sect master Wu Chunqiu.

When he thought of a possibility, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He is the person who personally ordered Wu Chunqiu to protect Wu Zhonglin this hunt, if Wu Zhonglin has something long and two short before the end of the hunt, the first unlucky person is definitely him Lei Hong.

Wu Zhonglin listened to Lei Hong's words, and said with a smile: "Shi Chong, Ming people don't say secret words, it's not that I don't dare to gamble with you, but I think that your life is not worthy of gambling with me, so let's use this black gold soft armor and this pile of materials purchased before to bet with you, bet your life, can you accept it?"

The corners of Sima Chong's mouth twitched, and he sneered: "Hmph, what is worth it or not, if you are afraid, you are afraid, but since you said so, I will also fulfill your wish, master, I am also short of these materials, I will gamble with my life on these materials of yours, and ask your people to move these things to the gambling table, I am afraid that you will regret losing then." ”

Wu Zhonglin also felt a little blushing when Sima Chong said this, thinking that he had golden gloves, where would he be afraid of a Shi Chong, so he wanted to change his words, but was pulled by Lei Hong.

"Senior brother, how can waste be compared to you, you can't surrender your identity, otherwise we will be disgraced on our faces!"

Wu Zhonglin said a little sullenly: "Forget it, you guys quickly move all these things to the gambling table for me, don't forget to take that black gold soft armor too, and see how I beat that waste later." ”

After he finished speaking, he ignored the people behind him, and left the material hall alone, and walked towards the gambling table.

He has always held a grudge since he was beaten to death by Sima Chong in White Horse City, and the last time he framed Sima Chong, because Wu Chunqiu didn't want to punish Sima Chong when Qingfeng just died, he ended up with others' mouths and turned it away.

Originally, I was determined to find a chance to teach Sima Chong a lesson when hunting, but I didn't expect to meet in the Material Hall today, but a few angry words triggered a gambling fight, just to show my majesty in public, teach Sima Chong a lesson, and let out the evil breath in my heart.

He didn't think about it at all, in fact, today's gambling battle has always been led by Sima Chong's nose.

At counter No. 5, when he went up to buy all the healing medicine at counter No. 5, Sima Chong secretly made a plan.

It's just that Sima Chong did it secretly, and Wu Zhonglin and Lei Hong and the others behind him didn't find out.

The reason is just that they have always regarded Sima Chong as a waste, and they never thought that they would be calculated by Sima Chong.

Seeing Wu Zhonglin striding towards the gambling table, Sima Chong secretly sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he snorted angrily and chased after Wu Zhonglin angrily.

Gambling platform, one zhang high from the ground, ten zhang long, ten zhang wide, the table is paved with green steel stone weighing ten tons, there are stone steps on both sides to go up, there is a weapon rack on both sides of the platform, and eighteen kinds of weapons such as knives, guns, swords and sticks are complete.

Wu Zhonglin ran two steps quickly, and jumped onto the gambling table at once.

Sima Chong glanced coldly at Wu Zhonglin on the stage, and slowly walked up the stone steps on the right.

Watching Sima Chong walk up step by step, Wu Zhonglin stroked the gold silk gloves in his sleeves, and couldn't help but show a sneer.

An old man in Tsing Yi walked to Taichung and loudly announced the rules of the gambling fight, which was nothing more than some words that did not allow the killer, demanded that the point was reached, that the loser could not retaliate, that the bet could not be denied, and so on.

When the old man announced that he was starting to step down, Sima Chong slowly looked at Wu Zhonglin.

Neither of them chose weapons on the weapon rack, Sima Chong pulled out the long sword on his back with a "fight", but a pair of golden gloves appeared on Wu Zhonglin's hands.

"Huh!"

Seeing the weapons of the two, the old man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting next to the bet, unconsciously flashed a bright light in his eyes.

At this time, the audience was already full of Changshengmen disciples who had heard the news, and when they saw the weapons of the two, although most people did not know the true origin of the two weapons, but from the appearance of the weapons, they also felt extraordinary, and they were silently looking forward to the next gambling fight.

After a short standoff, Wu Zhonglin roared and punched out at Sima.

This fist is whirring and powerful.

Since seeing Wu Zhonglin's golden wire fist gloves, Sima Chong had a bad premonition, at this time, seeing that the golden fist had not arrived, he had already felt a sense of oppression, and he made a mistake under his feet, and the green steel sword was aimed at the golden fist and cut out.

This move was "evenly divided", he aimed to test, "dang", the sword fist intersected, and a powerful force suddenly came from the sword body, and the sword body was also excited to raise backwards.

Sima Chong saw that although Wu Zhonglin's face was white, his fist was not damaged in the slightest, and he really relied on it, so he was more careful when he made a move, and his body turned, and the green steel sword circled, and swept towards Wu Zhonglin's lower abdomen.

Wu Zhonglin and Sima Chong fought hard, although the fist gloves were not broken, but there was still a burst of pain in the fist, and I was wondering how this kid had become a lot more powerful in less than half a month, but he felt a cold air coming straight to his lower abdomen, and he was shocked, and immediately retreated from his abdomen, and at the same time punched down.

Sima Chong saw Wu Zhonglin fencing with boxing, sneered in his heart, the long sword arced, skillfully dodged Wu Zhonglin's fist, stepped forward, and with a move "the sword divides yin and yang", the long sword rolled up a fierce cold wave, attacking Wu Zhonglin from the bottom up.

If you cut Wu Zhonglin, with the sharpness of the green steel sword, you have to cut his whole person in half.

Wu Zhonglin's fists turned into palms, blocking the long sword, and his body retreated.

The two of them come and go, and from time to time their fists and swords intersect, making a "dangdang" sound.

Wu Zhonglin's fist was fierce, and once he gained power, he immediately shouted again and again, pressing step by step.

However, Sima Chong took the sword sideways, using flexible and changeable body techniques, and made strange moves one after another, making the opponent scramble.

But after all, Wu Zhonglin is not like Sima Chong, who has cultivated a special physique since he was a child, although Wu Chunqiu has used a lot of precious elixirs on his body in the past half a month, but the time is too short and the foundation is too shallow.

After a short time, Wu Zhonglin was already sweating profusely, panting, and his boxing skills were also disordered.

On the other hand, Sima Chong's footwork is still light, and his sword is like a swimming dragon, one move and one style, continuous.

He does not leave the opponent's vital point, but he does not make a dead move, and often changes his offensive when he is inches away from the opponent's body, as if he is practicing the opponent's sword, not like a real fight.

Indeed, after fighting Wu Zhonglin for dozens of moves, Sima Chong had already figured out Wu Zhonglin's boxing path, so his heart moved, and he practiced swordsmanship with Wu Zhonglin.

As time passed, Sima Chong's swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and the transformation of his moves became more and more natural and sleek, gradually completely enveloping Wu Zhonglin in a cyan sword light.