The other onlookers looked basically the same.

It seems that since the war started, the outsider named Zhao Yun has been hammered so hard that he can't even lift his head. Judging from his dazzling body, he is already covered in wounds. On the other hand, the old zombie is being beaten more and more fiercely. He will be chased and beaten all over the battlefield. Once caught,

The challenger is as fierce as a tiger in one move.

Rumble.

I don’t know when it will be annihilated.

Mr. Zhao knelt down, oh no, he lay down, like a dead pig, lying on the stage, motionless. His body was twitching in waves, and there were strings of blood foam spitting out of his mouth. He didn't get up for a while, and

The old zombie stood like a straight javelin in front of him, with a long whip in his hand and golden blood dripping from it.

"Okay, 400,000 yuan is gone." Everyone in the audience coughed dryly, especially the old guys. The movements of stroking their beards were as standard as ever, and their demeanor made it clear: Young people, it's nothing to suffer a little setback.

If you do bad things, you will be honest if you get beaten.

"Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in."

Many people glanced sideways at the host.

The host was also honest and really smiled.

"Fuck you, grandma." Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, Zhao Yun suddenly jumped up again, touched an iron rod from nowhere, and the old zombie swung the rod away.

The host was caught off guard.

The onlookers were also caught off guard.

When he reacted, the old zombie had landed.

"this......"

There was total silence again, and most of the people in the audience had their mouths half-open.

Is this a sneak attack?...Yes, this is a sneak attack. A sudden attack with a hammer.

Although he doesn't talk much about martial arts, that guy... seems to have won.

The old zombie has fallen off the battlefield, but he won!

"This...I..."

Originally the host was smiling, but his expression turned from sunny to cloudy to heavy rain.

He was too happy too early. Who knows, that little bastard even fell to his knees after being treated like this? Why don't you just lie there! Do you have to make a shocking turn?

Plop!

Zhao Yun didn't stand firm for a step, and sat on the fighting platform. He must have been beaten and was stunned. His buried head was tossed around like a rattle, and his acting was real.

After a long time, I saw him looking up and saying in a daze, "Did I win?"

"Win! We must win!" The audience suddenly became excited.

"Senior?" Zhao Yun glanced sideways and looked at the host with a harmless expression.

The host's face is as black as coke, and the loser is confused.

"What?...Give me the money!"

The onlookers, who were afraid that the world would be peaceful, started to boo.

Here, how dare the host not to give it, the hand that takes out the money is a little trembling.

"How embarrassing." Zhao Yun chuckled and limped over, holding his waist. If you act well, the appearance fee will be high. If you perform a few more shows, you can always make a fortune.

"It's still a challenge." When the host said this, his old eyes were on fire.

"I can't even stand anymore." Mr. Zhao said, shaking again.

"You've tried quasi-sages and saints, but you don't want to try imperial-level zombies?" the host said in a leisurely manner, which made everyone in the audience curl their lips. This old guy was fooling the juniors from the outer universe again.

"Isn't it against the rules for the Imperial Realm to challenge Imperial Realm Zombies?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"Rules are made by people, and there's no harm in changing them." The host said nonsense seriously:

"Of course...if you are afraid, just pretend that I didn't say anything."

"Afraid? Am I afraid?" Zhao Yun, who was shaking, stood firm instantly.

"Stop it." The stall owner who was standing in the audience reminded him.

"Huh?" The stall owner glanced at the guy, which made him pee urgently.

"Tonight...the moonlight is quite beautiful."

The stall owner raised his eyes and glanced at the endless sky.

The first level of officialdom kills people! Who makes people become underworld generals?

"Don't stop me, I'm going to have a grand slam today." Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves again, and a total of 800,000 underworld stones were placed there. The audience was filled with sighs. This kid from the outer universe, not only

His fighting power is not bad, and his courage is not ordinary!

"Sancai...come here." The host said calmly.

Then, a purple-eyed zombie stepped forward.

San is his codename, a proper emperor-level zombie.

"Don't let me down." The host patted the zombie.

Perhaps everyone in the audience was looking at Zhao Yun, as if they didn't realize that the old man had injected a beam of silver light into the zombie's body. It was a saint-level restraint, enough to control the imperial realm.

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Happy birthday to book friend Liu Liu!!!

I wish book friends NUO and good luck in the exam!!!

I wish book friend Wang Xiucheng good luck in the exam!!!
Chapter completed!