Huang Rong turned to look at Zhu Ziliu and said.

"Senior Brother Zhu, it is not difficult to defeat this Mongolian prince with your yang finger skills."

Zhu Ziliu was the top scholar in Dali and became the prime minister. He was a well-educated man and was extremely talented.

The martial arts of the Duan clan of Dali are very important to understanding. When Zhu Ziliu was first listed in the wall of the Southern Emperor, Wugong was the last of the four major disciples of fishermen, woodcutters and farming. Ten years later, he was promoted to the second place, but his martial arts were far above the three senior brothers.

Master Yideng treated the four disciples equally and taught them all in all martial arts, but later Zhu Ziliu understood the most, especially Yiyang Finger Kung Fu was superb.

At this time, his martial arts skills were not as good as Guo Jing, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, but he was better than Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and others.

When Guo Jing heard his wife say this, he immediately said.

"If Master Hao is the King of Golden Wheel, it will be very dangerous. The outcome has nothing to do with the overall situation, I am afraid that the enemy will take action too ruthlessly and will be difficult to resist."

He was straightforward and did not care about counting the Si, but was very polite to regard Hao Datong as the Si.

Hao Datong knew very well that this competition was related to the national fortune and was very different from the ordinary battle for fame in the martial arts world. If the Mongolian national teacher stole the position of heroes and leader of the world, the Han warriors would not only be ashamed, but also have a disintegration. They were afraid that it would be difficult to form an alliance to fight the enemy and go to the national crisis together. He said without thinking, and immediately said with a sigh.

"There is no need to worry about this. As long as it is beneficial to the country, even if the old Taoist is killed by the Tibetan monk, it will not be anything."

As for Zhou Xuan, the uncle next to him, he was subconsciously ignored. How could he let such a nervous situation be thought about? Now Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others have asked him for justice, so they naturally agreed to it.

This became dark under the light, and no one remembered Zhou Xuan for a while.

Zhou Xuan was happy to see it happening. Only when the situation was more thrilling could he gain more reputation when he appeared.

Huang Rong said confidently.

"We only need to win two games in three games, so we don't have to compete in this third game."

Guo Jing was overjoyed and claimed that he was.

Zhu Ziliu said with a smile.

"If you can't defeat this Mongolian prince, you will be cursed by the heroes of the world for a lifetime."

Huang Rong said to Zhu Ziliu with a smile.

"Don't be too humble, just let's go."

Zhu Ziliu walked into the hall, bowed to Huo Du, and said.

"I will ask you for advice in this first scene. My surname is Zhu Ziliu. I have always loved to recite poems and write scriptures and read scriptures. I am very rough in martial arts. I would like to ask you for advice."

As he said that, he bowed deeply, took out a pen from his sleeve, and drew several circles in the air, which looked like a pedantic scholar.

Huo thought to himself.

"The more such a person is, the more profound martial arts he has, it is really impossible to neglect."

He immediately clasped his fists and said.

"Xiao Wang asked for advice from his seniors, please show off your weapons."

Zhu Ziliu said with a smile.

"Mongolia is a barbarian country and has not been taught by the saints. Since you ask for advice, I should give me some advice."

Huo Du was angry.

"You have to let go of your words to insult me, Mongolia, and you will not be spared."

A folding fan, tell.

"This is my weapon, do you use a knife or a sword?"

Zhu Ziliu picked up his pen and wrote the word "bian" in the air, and said with a smile.

"What kind of weapons will my life be with my pen?"
Chapter completed!