"What a monster!"

"The saints and zombies are all destroyed."

"The consequences from the outer universe are not simple."

The crowds of people in the gambling arena were all sighing and tutting in shock and surprise... the sound filled the whole place.

Some people are happy and some are sad, like the spectators in the audience, everyone is very comfortable; like the stage host, it is like eating a weight, the hand covering his chest has not been let go for a long time, what a terrible loss!

"What's his name?"

"It seems to be called Zhao Yun."

The hosts who came to join in the fun all took a small notebook and wrote down Zhao Yun's name. This guy is a beast. You have to watch it carefully. If you challenge them, you won't lose and go bankrupt.

Therefore, blacklisting is necessary.

"Too careless."

Seeing so many people attracted, Zhao Yun secretly complained.

After these two battles, you should not receive special treatment!

No problem.

Let’s see what I’ve been doing for a while.

Under the gaze of everyone, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his huge golden body was exploded. He also fell down from mid-air and smashed out a big crater on the fighting platform.

Upon seeing this, the bustling gambling arena suddenly fell silent.

After a few moments, I saw the elder stroking his beard with serious words:

"He... I'm afraid he's seriously injured."

The elders have said this, can't Zhao Yun act more like him?

When he climbed out of the pit, his energy and blood were exhausted, and his rosy face turned pale instantly. He was like an drunken drunkard, staggering and unable to stand, and the old blood was also dripping from mouth to mouth.

Squirt, acting the seriously injured posture to the point of death.

"It should be that the forbidden laws were opened rashly, but there was a backlash."

"You are still too young, you are risking your life!"

"If you win someone's 200,000 hellstones, he won't lose."

There was still noisy discussion that never stopped.

Zhao Yun, who is possessed by the drama spirit, made three strokes, five divided by two, and made it clear to the spectators. For this... he really caused internal injuries to himself. Is it easy to make some money? Bayi Chinese website

"I won."

Zhao Yun stumbled before he stood up, looking exhausted.

When he spoke, there was blood flowing out of his mouth, and his energy and blood were extremely low.

"I am willing to admit defeat."

The host's smile is really uglier than crying right now.

As he said that, he also took out the storage bag, which amounted to two hundred thousand.

"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun collected the storage bag and turned to leave.

"It's rare that the weather is just right today, why don't we have another fight?" the host said with a smile.

"In this junior state, your saint zombie can't even slap me to death with one palm."

"How about I change you to a quasi-holy zombie?"

"I won't fight anymore, my injuries today are really serious."

"Are you scared?" The host smiled leisurely.

"Am I afraid?" Zhao Yun, who was about to step down, suddenly turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and then let out a domineering howl, "Come on, keep going, I'll beat you to death."

Come on!...I took the bait.

Is the stage owner secretly happy, or is he just motivating the general to do his best and wants to leave after winning?

At this point, Zhao Yun was also saying in his heart, he would definitely not want to leave after winning! Do you still want to win more? You use the provoking method, and I will just use the trick! All the money is coming!

I'm secretly happy...the host doesn't dare to show it.

Seeing him stroking his beard deeply, "Do you really want to fight?"

"There's so much nonsense." Zhao Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his back and forcefully gathered the scattered energy and blood. Anyone who looked at it would not think that he was holding on.

"You...are you taking the bait?"

"Young man! He is still too impatient."

"Hong has a good fighting power, but his brain is not very bright."

The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear.

There were more whispers in the audience, mostly talking about Zhao Yun.

The host was obviously digging a hole, and that guy actually jumped in.

That's right.

Juniors! Everyone is young and energetic, and they like to compete and win the most.

If you don't take a few beatings from society, that guy won't have a long memory.

"Ginger is so old!"

The spectators were sighing, and many people looked at the host.

The owner of the platform was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, pretending not to see it.

Anyway, if I lose money, I have to get it back.

As for the process...does it matter?

Speaking of money, Mr. Zhao had already taken out the storage bag, and the 400,000 Mingshi that had not yet been warmed hit the battlefield with a bang, and he only needed to say one more sentence: I am the best in the world.

Whoosh!

The host's hands and feet were numb and he immediately sent zombies up.

He is an old man with disheveled hair, a perfect quasi-saint.

beat!

As soon as Zhao Yun stood firm, the leader of the platform couldn't wait to give the order to attack.

The motionless old man's zombie suddenly moved, with a lightning-like whip in his hand. With one whip, he threw out a burst of thunder, ignoring the body's defense and focusing on the true body of the soul.

Wow!

Zhao Yun's acting skills are superb. He sold a flaw on the spot and was whipped hard. He was like a bloody sandbag and rolled over. The old man's zombie body was like a ghost. He caught up and was whipped three or five times again.

Zhao Yun burst into flames, and blood flashed one after another.

"That guy is looking for a beating!" The people in the audience shook their heads.

He got fucked in the first meeting, and that's it, you still want to win money?

The most delighted thing is the host, whose face has been cleared of all the gloom.

If he keeps going like this, he will be able to collect the money within ten rounds.

puff!

Zhao Yun was bleeding again, and there were two intersecting ravines on his chest.

The old zombie didn't give him a chance to breathe, and appeared like a ghost.

"Force me to open it." Zhao Yun cursed loudly and forcefully opened the body-protecting Tiangang.

The old zombie was knocked upside down and knocked over with his long whip.

He continued to perform again. After opening the Tiangang, he coughed up blood and gave the audience the illusion of being seriously injured. In fact, he was fine. Apart from some internal injuries, he was careless and did not harm himself.

How to catch big fish in such misery.

"Suppression!"

The old zombie didn't say anything, but the host shouted something.

As he finished speaking, illusory talismans flew out of the old man's zombie body. They were huge in number and of high quality, covering the entire battlefield. They were used to attack and seal.

Mr. Zhao used practical actions to show the audience what acting skills are.

It's nothing more than flying around randomly on the stage, and most of the time, even rolling and crawling.

What an actor! He vividly and vividly performed the embarrassing posture when he was seriously injured.

"It hurts to look at it."

The stall owners in the audience grinned and clicked their tongues.
To be continued...