Chapter 1,742: Possessed by the Movie King

"What a monster!"

"The saints and zombies are all dead."

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

The crowds of people in the gambling arena were filled with sighs, gasps, shock and surprise... the whole place was filled with voices.

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, so be careful. If you challenge them, you won't lose and go bankrupt. Therefore, it is necessary to be included in the blacklist.

"Careless."

Seeing so many people attracted, Zhao Yun secretly complained.

After these two battles, he must not be treated with special care!

No problem.

Let's see what I'm fooling you about.

Under the gaze of everyone, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his huge golden body exploded with a bang. 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 became 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 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 he opened the forbidden law indiscriminately, but he suffered a backlash."

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

"If he wins two hundred thousand hellstones, he won't lose."

There was still noisy discussion that never stopped.

Zhao Yun, who is possessed by the drama queen, made three strikes, 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?

"I won."

Zhao Yun stumbled before he stood up, looking exhausted.

When he spoke, blood was still flowing from his mouth, and his energy and blood were extremely low.

"I am willing to admit defeat."

The host's smile was 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 stage 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. The 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 howled with his domineering voice, "Come on, continue, I'll beat you to death."

Come on! ...took the bait.

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

With these words, Zhao Yun was also saying in his heart that he would definitely not want to leave if he won! Still want to win more? If you use the provocative method, I will use your tactics! It's all money!

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

Seeing him stroking his beard deeply, "Are you really going to fight?"

"There's so much nonsense." Zhao Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his back, and 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."

"Kong 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 kid actually jumped in.

Right.

Junior! Everyone is young and energetic, and most likes to compete and win.

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 fighting platform with a bang. He just wanted to say: I am the best in the world.

Whoosh!

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

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

beat!

As soon as Zhao Yun regained his footing, the leader of the platform couldn't wait to give the order to attack.

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

Wow!

Zhao Yun's acting skills were superb, and he sold a flaw on the spot. He was whipped hard, like a blood-stained sandbag, and rolled over. The old man's zombie body was like a ghost, and he caught up with him. He was whipped three or five times again, and he was beaten. Zhao Yun burst into flames, and blood flashed one after another.

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

He got fucked in the first meeting. Just like that, you still want to win money?

The most delighted person was the host, whose face had been cleared of all the gloom.

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

puff!

Zhao Yun was bleeding again, and there were two intersecting ravines in front of 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. It's so miserable, how to catch big fish.

"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 grade, covering the entire battlefield. They were both offensive and sealing.

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

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

What a drama queen! The embarrassed posture when seriously injured is vividly interpreted.

"It hurts to look at it."

The stall owner in the audience grinned and clicked his tongue.

The other onlookers looked basically the same.

It seems that since the war started, the outsider named Zhao Yun has been beaten so hard that he can't even lift his head. Judging from his dazzling body, he is already covered with wounds. On the other hand, the old zombie is being beaten more and more fiercely, and the whole battlefield is chasing him. 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, lying on the stage like a dead pig, 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 in front of him like a straight javelin, with a whip in his hand and golden blood dripping from it.

"Okay, 400,000 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 spectators were also caught off guard.

When he reacted, the old man's 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..."

The host, who was originally smiling, turned from sunny to cloudy to heavy rain.

He was too happy too early. Who knows that little bastard, he even knelt down after being treated like this? Just leave him lying there! Must there be a shocking reversal?

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 head was buried like a rattle, swinging back and forth, and his acting was real.

After a long time, I saw him raise his head and said in a daze, "Did I win?"

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

"Senior?" Zhao Yun glanced sideways and looked at the host with a harmless look on his face.

What’s that face of the host! It was already as black as coke, and the one who lost this one was confused.

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

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

Yes, how dare the host not to give it? The hand that took out the money was 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 the people in the audience curl their lips. This old guy was fooling the juniors from the outer universe again.

"Isn't it against the rules 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 can crush people to death! 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 code name, a proper emperor-level zombie.

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

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

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