Then, he said indifferently, "Everyone wants to rule the world and be the master of the world. But for thousands of years, there has not been that hero to rule the world!"
The implication is that Chu Tian's words were too full.
Chu Tian raised his lips and smiled, "Since I, Chu Tian, have made this oath, I am sure of fulfilling it."
He turned around, faced Zhang Heng, and said, "This strong man, please take action!"
Zhang Heng opened his eyes and looked at Chu Tian, "Are you sure I will take action first?"
Chu Tian nodded slightly, "I only have brute strength and don't know any martial arts moves. I'm afraid of hurting the strong man."
"Can you hurt me?" Zhang Heng looked at Chu Tian in disbelief.
He originally thought that Chu Tian and several princes and concubines were capable of getting rid of Huo Dou's pursuit, and he admired them in his heart.
I didn't expect Chu Tian to be so arrogant.
Zhang Heng's eyes became sharp and he looked at Chu Tian, "I, Zhang Heng, stand here and give you three moves! After three moves, I will take action again!"
Just now, Meng Huo had already said that as long as Chu Tian passed three moves in front of Zhang Heng, Meng Huo would come out to help him.
Now, Zhang Heng said again, stand still and let Chu Tian make three moves.
This means that as long as Chu Tian makes three illusions in front of Zhang Heng, Meng Huo can follow him to the wilderness.
Chu Tian didn't want to do this.
He must let Meng Huo see his strength, follow him sincerely, and help him.
Chu Tian shook his head, "I, Chu Tian, have never been in the habit of taking advantage of others, so I ask the strong man to teach me!"
Seeing that Chu Tian refused to take advantage of this loophole, Meng Huo glanced at Chu Tian.
But he still felt that Chu Tian was too arrogant and wanted to see Chu Tian's strength.
Zhang Heng glanced at Meng Huo and saw Meng Huo nodding slightly. This was a signal to order him to attack Chu Tian.
Zhang Heng set up the portal and said to Chu Tian, "Your Majesty, Seventh Highness, please take action!"
Zhang Heng felt that fighting Chu Tian was simply bullying Chu Tian.
Who doesn't know that His Highness the Seventh Prince has been bedridden all year round, and for him to attack a sick man is simply an insult to the martial artist himself.
Seeing that Zhang Heng was ready, Chu Tian no longer gave in. He took a step forward and threw Zhang Heng at Meng Huo's feet.
Meng Huo looked at Zhang Heng who was standing up at his feet and rubbed his eyes.
Did he read that correctly?
His most proud disciple was fucked by His Highness the Seventh Prince in person?
He has only had three apprentices in his life.
The eldest disciple Lin Hui.
At that time, Lin Hui already had a good foundation in skills. The two were about the same age, and they both made an oath to make a name for themselves in this world.
After being impressed by Lin Hui's heroic spirit, he taught Lin Hui Kungfu.
Although the two are similar to each other as master and disciple, in fact, there is not much age difference between them.
Then he accepted Li Moyan as his apprentice and practiced kung fu with Lin Hui.
The two of them only learned his three successful skills, and they did not even practice the basic internal skills and mental skills to the extreme. Because they entered the court and became officials, their martial arts never made any progress.
After living in seclusion in Xiangyang, he discovered that Zhang Heng was a good martial artist. He took him with him and trained him carefully. Now Zhang Heng has learned half of his skills and rarely encounters opponents in this world.
Originally, Meng Huo felt that he was very relieved to have this closed disciple.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Hengneng was thrown to the ground by Chu Tian.
If this is a well-matched opponent, he will admit it.
Who doesn’t know that His Majesty the Seventh Prince has been bedridden all year round? Is he a sick man who is about to die?
Zen Master Yihui also didn't expect that Chu Tian could be so brave.
He opened his mouth and sang, "Amitabha! Good! Good!..."
The princes and concubines knew Chu Tian's bravery, but they didn't expect that Chu Tian could throw Zhang Heng to the ground in one move.
Immediately, everyone applauded Chu Tian.
"Okay!" A look of joy hung on his face, not hiding it at all.
They were hundreds of times more excited than they were when they beat Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng stood up amidst the sound of a string of Buddha's chants.
He shouted loudly, "Okay!"
Chutian gave him a warning and aroused his fighting spirit.
No longer looking down on Chu Tian, he took a stance and punched Chu Tian.
Zhang Hengren was tall and burly. Standing in front of Chu Tian, he looked like a small iron tower.
The round fist stretched out, like a big hammer, full of power, whistling like wind.
Meng Huo's eyes widened immediately. This punch would weigh a thousand pounds at least. He was waiting to see whether Chu Tian could catch it and whether Zhang Heng could stop it in time. He was ready to stop Zhang Heng and rescue Chu Tian at any time. preparation.
As soon as Zhang Heng's iron fist reached Chu Tian, he was caught by Chu Tian, threw him over his shoulder, and once again threw Zhang Heng in front of Meng Huo.
For the first time, it can be said that Chu Tian was lucky and Zhang Heng suffered the loss of underestimating the enemy.
This time, it was definitely Chutian’s strength.
Meng Huo's eyes widened.
"...?"
What just happened?
His most proud disciple was thrown by a sick man who had been bedridden all year round? Did he fall twice in a row?
And the same move was used twice?
Meng Huo didn't know that it wasn't that Chu Tian didn't want to use other moves, it was because he didn't know other moves.
Zen Master Yihui then sang, "Amitabha! My Buddha is compassionate! Good! Good!..."
The several princes and concubines could not suppress the joy written on their faces, and they wanted to jump up and cheer for Chu Tian.
Their natural upbringing allowed a few people to control their desire to jump up and cheer, staring at Chu Tian with a few pairs of eyes filled with starlight.
It seemed that in the next moment, Chu Tian was going to be lifted up and thrown into the sky to celebrate.
Zhang Heng jumped up from the ground!
He glanced at Zen Master Yihui.
Mercy ass!
It’s okay for a few princes and concubines to cheer excitedly, he, a monk, is so excited!
He was thrown twice in a row. When he calmed down and thought about it, he didn't even touch the corner of the other person's clothes.
He was completely embarrassed today.
He quickly concentrated all his energy, mobilized all his strength, and struck out again.
The same result happened again.
Zhang Heng lay at Meng Huo's feet, and several princes and concubines clapped their hands together, "Okay! His Majesty the Seventh Prince has won!"
If it was a best of three games, His Highness would have won long ago.
The princes and concubines couldn't restrain their joy, and they clapped to each other to celebrate.
They were not excited that His Highness could get help from Meng Huo, but they were excited that His Highness could have such strength.
Their Seventh Highness can even defeat the proud disciple of General Meng Huo, who is famous all over the world. Then there may not be many opponents in this world, right?
Zhang Heng felt that he was in a daze after being thrown down today, as if he was thrown by His Highness the Seventh Prince without even making a move.
His face was completely lost.
When Zhang Heng lay at his feet for the third time, Meng Huo praised Chu Tian in his heart.
Really powerful.
Zen Master Yihui then sang, "Amitabha! My Buddha is compassionate! Good! Good!..."
