Zhao Chu himself was only in the late stage of the Tribulation Realm.

"Mu Shenglan, aren't you worried about your grandstanding disciple?"

"He may not even have the chance to admit defeat."

Bai Duanyan sneered.

"Humph, ignorant."

Before Mu Shenglan could speak, Luo Jianyin sneered.

"Luo Jianyin, what do you mean?"

Bai Duoyan was furious.

I'm arguing with Makioran, why are you interrupting?

If you hadn't been a troublemaker at the beginning, you wouldn't have lost to Makioran.

"Would you like to bet?"

"I bet that Zhao Chu will win the championship this time. If you lose, give me 500 pieces of chalcedony!"

"Oh, forget it. I don't want to gamble anymore. Sir, I don't like that chalcedony of good fortune and a poor guy at the moment. What do I have to gamble with? I'll lose my worth and I won't gamble anymore."

Bai Duyan was just about to make fun of Luo Jianyin.

But before he could speak, the other party actually regretted it.

What does it mean that you look down on the chalcedony of creation?

What does it mean to lose one's worth?

Do you have chalcedony?

Do you have it?

Luo Jianyin's disdainful look was really like looking at a poor man.

…

"Zhao Chu, you once despicably plotted against my monks in the Xuanbing Immortal Realm. You are full of evil. This hatred is irreconcilable."

"Today, I, Lin Yungang, will avenge my sect disciples!"

"Zhao Chu, take one move from me, Lin Yungang."

"I, Lin Yungang, want to kill demons for heaven. This is my responsibility, Lin Yungang, and my responsibility as a monk!"

The three-foot-long giant sword was slashed in the air.

Lin Yungang stepped on the cold thunder, his white hair fluttering, like the god of justice.

"This kid is also full of bad ideas. He speaks like Lin Yungang. He speaks in a mellow and catchy way, for fear that others will not remember you."

"People nowadays are really a little impetuous."

Completely different from Lin Yungang's majestic appearance, Zhao Chu stood motionless on the spot with his hands behind his back from the beginning of the game.

At this moment, there was a cold sword falling from the sky above his head, making him look even more like a frightened idiot.

"Zhao Chu, I, Lin Yungang, do not bully the weak, so please attack me, Lin Yungang, quickly."

"Are you afraid of me, Lin Yungang?"

Seeing that Zhao Chu was a little timid, Lin Yungang sneered at the corners of his mouth, and his energetic voice spread further.

"The limit of thunder tribulations that can be blasted out by the Tribulation-Transcending Realm is 3,000, and I am 4,000."

"Lin Yungang's attack has about 1,500 hits, so it's actually not weak at all."
Chapter completed!