He was on the blacklist. This is also a rule of thumb.

boom!

With a roar, the sturdy man was knocked off the fighting platform.

He was badly injured and was completely stunned. Two fierce tomahawks also flew out one after another along the hilltop. It happened that a person was passing by and was knocked flat by the first tomahawk.

The second tomahawk was even more irritating and almost split in half.

That guy was also miserable. He was beaten by the guy named Ye and beaten by the guy named Zhao. Now he came to the gambling arena and was beaten even when he walked. His hairy head was covered in blood.

No one paid attention to him, they were all looking at the host, and their faces were getting darker each time.

Obviously, they lost miserably, and looking at the host's eyes, they couldn't be kinder.

The host of the station disagrees, it’s just a fight! You get money based on your ability, and you’re willing to admit defeat.

"But there are still challenges." The host rubbed his shoulders and glanced at the audience.

"Yes." The stall owner was quite conscious and pushed Zhao Yun up.

"He also wears a mask, making him look mysterious." People in the audience kept muttering.

Few people can clearly see Zhao Yun's noble appearance. They only know that he has cultivated to the imperial realm and has a strange aura.

"Outsiders?" There are many people with high vision, just like the host of the station. After some identification, he sat upright for a moment. He had heard about the talents from the outer universe for a long time, but he had just met the real person today.

"Stop hiding, everyone knows it's you." The stall owner called out.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, it was because he was overthinking. As soon as his aura was exposed, his identity was clearly exposed. There was no way, who could make him an outsider? No matter how tight you cover it, you can't hide it.

Under the spotlight, he took off his black robe and mask.

"The young man is quite handsome." There were many female cultivators in the audience, and there were always a few who were not reserved and had beautiful eyes, which were much more pleasing to the eye than those with bull-headed and horse-faced faces.

"How big a bet." The host smiled at Zhao Yun.

"That's all." Zhao Yun picked up the storage bag and threw away the 50,000 yuan he spent to buy the wine gourd. The remaining 100,000 Mingshi stones are basically here.

Eh?

Everyone in the audience was surprised when they saw this.

When the host saw this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. This foreign melon boy is quite rich!

"Don't default on your debt if you lose." The host waved his hand, and a zombie suddenly appeared on the stage. It was a quasi-holy level. Although it looked like a zombie, it had a strong aura, especially the ghost-headed sword in his hand, which was sharp and bright.

It's still stained with blood, like a touch of decoration.

"This zombie is not weak."

Many people with bruised noses and swollen faces covered their faces and said this.

From the looks of it, there are many people who go on stage to gamble and fight, and there are also many people who get blasted by this zombie.
Chapter completed!