Power Fantasy

Chapter 144 to the middle

Not long after the three of them set foot on the flat ground in the center, as soon as the bell rang, a fence was automatically raised around the bushes and forest, and people in the forest could no longer enter the flat ground.

This was originally a royal hunting ground, and after the hunting was over, pastime and barbecues were usually carried out on this flat ground, so these fences were usually used to prevent wild beasts from invading, but now they are used to separate the eliminated crowd.

The flat ground in the center has no shelter except for the main stage, and you can also face Gui Jianxiang directly.

There are several places on the fence where a few horses are tethered, but the area is only tens of feet, so it won't work.

Yi Zhe looked around, and the three of them can be said to be the smallest force.

Similar to what was expected before, although Shaolin lost Master Yuan, at least it still has a lot of advantages in terms of numbers.

And the Taoist leader of Qingming Temple is still there, and this person can even stand up to a sect.

The Nanhai faction and the Donghai faction put aside their previous suspicions and are now united together, while the Bajimen and Xuanyinmeng are almost wiped out, and there is no one left.

Elder Li of the Holy Fist Sect is also a disciple.

Unlike the emperor and king Yang who could see everything from a high place, all the sect masters raised their eyes from the stands to look for their disciples.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the Jiangbei Conference, it has already gone one third.

The tragedy is far beyond everyone's imagination, so it is embarrassing.

Except for the abbot who can still sit still, the others are like ants on a hot pot.

"Today's martial arts is in such a catastrophe that it may completely overthrow it. All alliances should unite at this moment to find a way out." Qi Mengshan's acting master has been killed by Gui Jianxiang, but the people with lofty ideals who speak out for justice are inexhaustible.

"Yes, if this continues, the century-old martial arts foundation will be destroyed."

"Are you planning to rebel?" the master of Jingwu hall asked.

"Heh, Hall Master Wu, do you really think that you can survive by being obedient? There are no eggs in the nest, I'm afraid that after dealing with the disciples, it's time to deal with us old guys."

"That's too underestimating us old fellows. If we really want to leave, who can stop us?" Hall Master Jingwu was full of confidence.

"It's easy to say, can you beat Ghost Jianxiang?"

"So many of us are afraid of him alone?"

"I'm afraid that if everyone's hearts are not in harmony, it will still be a state of disunity. At that time, there will be those who want to claim credit for their lives, and some who want to steal their lives. In the end, they will be no different from disciples."

"If you cooperate, you will live. If you live together, you will die. Abbot, you should say something. It's good to have you take the lead."

Zhao Shijun listened to everyone's words, but did not speak.

"Amitabha, goodness is goodness, the whole world is not the king's land, all the people in the world are the king's people, how can you say such rebellious words?"

"Smelly Monk, what you said sounds nice. Your disciple won the championship and can get a gold medal to save him from death, but he lost the lives of other disciples."

Everyone was arguing with each other.

In the audience, after the corner flags are turned in, they will be counted into the data, so the competition on this flat ground must be more intense, and the closer to the flag point, the more life-and-death it will be.

The three of Yizhe only had more than 30 corner flags in their hands, while on the Shaolin side, there were 50 or [-] disciples, including Lin Liudian, who surrounded the bearded monk in the middle and marched towards the flag crossing point.

The bearded monk returned home with a full load. There were almost two or three hundred corner flags, and his clothes were bulging, and he was on guard everywhere.

Suddenly the straps on his body were pulled off, and a man in the Raging Firemen uniform actually rode a horse, and snatched all of Yizhe's corner flags from behind.

Yizhe subconsciously picked up the weapon, but it turned out to be the thing with a sickle and a hammer.

With an idea, he threw the weapon with the handle of the sickle. The weapon was wrapped around the horse's hoof from behind with an iron chain. The horse stumbled and fell to the ground. .

Yizhe caught up with him in seven or eight steps, retracted his straps, and had an idea.

He asked Tian Zhen to hide the corner flag on his body, and Yi Zhe wrapped a pile of rags and hid it under his clothes, showing a bulging appearance.

On the high platform, King Yang introduced to the emperor, "Your Majesty, look, this sickle shooting star is specially designed to deal with the barbarian cavalry. Whether it is facing the enemy head-on or chasing the enemy, it will have miraculous effects. Guaranteed to make them suffer enough."

"That's right, that's right. When fighting barbarians, iron cavalry is always a serious problem for us. It's much easier to fight like this."

"This is still a miniature version. The Lingji Supervisor has developed a launcher with a chain length of two or three feet. This trips at least four or five horses. If you count the trampling of the rear horses, it will naturally injure countless enemies."

"Okay, that kid is not only superb in martial arts, but also quite resourceful. The more I look at it, the more I like it. You pass on the order and ask Gui Jianxiang to bring him to face the saint. Don't hurt him any more."

"Yes" The high platform is still on it, and the Yang Wang's concentric bracelet is still a secret that even the emperor cannot tell.

Yang Wang then shouted to the stands, "Come on!"

The great eunuch Dehai dragged his slightly obese body and climbed up step by step. He was already out of breath when he reached the top floor.

This is the monarch and his ministers. If you are told to do it, you have to do it.

When the king of Yang told the emperor's order, the eunuch had no choice but to climb down step by step.

King Yang can call him up, but he can no longer call Ghost Sword to come up, and there is a big difference in status.

After climbing down the high platform, the eunuch Dehai lifted his eyes upwards, lightly cut the words with disdain, and then flaunted the ghost sword soaring away
This climb lasted for four to five minutes. It stands to reason that with a distance of ten feet, Shaolin should have handed over the corner flag long ago.

But it just didn't.

Suddenly a shocking flash burst out from the ground, and everyone who looked at the flag crossing point was blinded, and felt dizzy for a short time, as if they were blind.

"Your Majesty, this is the light mist bomb I mentioned just now. Is it much stronger than the folk smoke bomb? If you use it to the enemy, we will be like a blind man with eyesight."

"Well, as expected, it's not bad." The emperor smiled and pointed at the Shaolin people. "Look at them, they're really interesting."

This light mist bomb affected more than half of the people present, all Shaolin was in this state of blindness, and the unaffected people from other sects had already taken advantage of this time to play the idea in the arms of the bearded monk .

"Array!" The bearded monk shouted blankly in all directions.

A group of bald heads shrank inward, fighting side by side and collectively outward.

In this way, no one can easily approach the bearded monk, well-trained.

But some members of Liehuo Sect who had already fished in troubled waters crowded together with the monks.

This is the characteristic of Liehuomen, smoke, make jokes, opportunistic, and do everything.

And Elder Huo is a master among them.

Although the monks couldn't see him at the moment, they didn't get noticed among them, because this elder Huo was already extremely smart and had no hair on his head.

Although the strength of Liehuomen is mediocre, the number of people walking to the center is still in the forefront. If you look closely, they are all bald.

(End of this chapter)