The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

At this time, Costa had already landed on the battlefield, gasping for breath, and his skills were almost exhausted.

"Young man, now that we are tied two to two, it's the last game. You want to make an appointment with me? Then you can start..." Costa had a tragic face, and a sense of powerlessness emerged in his heart , silently:

"Mysterious Dongfang, I'm sorry, I underestimated you..."

"Costa, my Chinese warriors never take advantage of others' power. The highest level of martial arts is not killing, but 'virtue!' You are in my Chinese territory, and you will be respected by us...

Just like the first two games we only beat you Templars and won't hurt them.So I'll give you time to recover your skills, and hope we can have a fair fight. "Solo said, turned and went back.

After hearing Solo's words, a trace of gratitude flashed across Costa's eyes, and he stopped talking, sat cross-legged on the battlefield, and began to recover.

Solo returned to the team and checked the injuries of Hu Sheng Lunbing and Long Sheng Meng Zhang again. Although they were in a coma, their injuries had stabilized, so he was relieved.

Shi Kuan called Solo over, with an anxious expression on his face: "Solo, why didn't you take Costa down when he ran out of power? We can't afford to lose!

Now that these masters under your command have already been used, why don't you let the twelve masters invited by the road repairer go up and try? "

After hearing Shi Kuan's contradictory words, Solo's face was still flat: "Brother Shi, what you said is really reasonable, so why don't you try to repair the road? I will take people back..." Suo Luo After Luo finished speaking, he looked at Shi Kuan with a half-smile.

Shi Kuan was so scared by Solo, and knew that he had slipped his tongue, he immediately began to cover up: "Solo, you can't leave, what I mean is, we win first, our contract is important no matter whether we win or lose. established."

"Okay, I'm not leaving, you go and try..." Solo said, ignoring Shi Kuan and sat down directly, looking up at Zhao Xiaohua who was sitting there in a daze, with a clear meaning already on his face.

With a movement of his hand, a paper talisman flew out quietly, turning into a restraint and covering Zhao Xiaohua so as not to be disturbed by others.

Shi Kuan was already anxious like an ant on a hot pot. After hearing Solo's words, he bit the bullet and came to the side of the road construction group, and began to negotiate with the road construction group.

Xiulu pondered for a long time, and then brought Shi Kuan to the side of the Twelve Witch Clan Priests, and Xiulu carefully communicated with the Witch Clan High Priest.

"Seniors, this fight is related to the reputation of the Eastern Martial Arts. For the sake of our acquaintance, can you invite a few seniors to come forward and show my Chinese power..." Xiulu thought carefully every word.

The High Priest of the Witch Clan didn't even look at Xiulu, but rested his gloomy gaze on Shi Kuan for a moment:

"You are Shi Kuan? I don't know if you are busy and ignorant or you only have this knowledge. The 12 of us brothers were invited by Solo to come here today to help. When did you talk about outsiders here and make irresponsible remarks?" ?”

"What? You were invited by Solo?" Shi Kuan turned his head to look at Xiu Lu with a surprised expression, and Xiu Lu felt helpless when he touched his nose.

"I'm sorry seniors, I didn't figure it out, then I'll ask Solo to beg everyone..." Shi Kuan said and went to Solo.

"Let's save it! Solo's hole card is beyond your comprehension. There are still stronger masters around him who haven't appeared yet.

We are considered weak in front of those masters. If those masters appear, I believe this battle between East and West will not be so fierce.

I think, in this kind of occasion, we seem not qualified to make a move, although we are not weaker than the Four Saints, now the final battle depends on how Solo arranges, don't worry, we can't lose..." the High Priest of the Witch Clan finished speaking He closed his eyes and sat there without speaking.

After hearing the words of the High Priest of the Witch Race, Xiulu and Shi Kuan's expressions changed again and again, and at the same time they looked at Solo in horror.

In fact, both Shi Kuan and Xiu Lu misunderstood the words of the High Priest of the Witch Clan. What they understood was that Solo's combat power was the highest here.

However, the high priest of the Wu tribe was referring to the mysterious servants of the Bai family, Solo, who had not been used in Yunnan. I don't know who they are.

After Shi Kuan heard the words of the High Priest of the Witch Clan, although he was shocked, but he didn't know martial arts, so he directly regarded Solo as a real master.

"Damn it! Now I've made a lot of fucking money, and I've sworn brotherhood with a little fairy who can fly. At first I thought he took advantage of it, but now I'm saying...

No wonder the last time the road was built, these twelve immortals were brought here. When he saw Solo and Baixue, he ran away in fright. It turns out that the expert is here..."

Thinking of this, Shi Kuan trotted back to Solo's side, but at this time Solo was sitting there with his eyes closed.

Shi Kuan walked around Solo twice and finally sat down knowingly. He didn't dare to disturb Solo, for fear that the fairy brother would pat him twice...

Time passed by every minute, and the arrogance of the Eastern and Western martial arts heroes had long since disappeared. They had long been frightened stupid by such a fierce fight.

Even Nanquan and Beiqi, who are really strong, now have straight eyes, and the scene is quiet.

When the sun gradually moved to the center of the sky, more than two hours had passed before Costa slowly stood up.

He is a Western Martial Saint, it is impossible for him to sit there endlessly to heal his injuries in the face of a young man. It is already very rare for him to be able to give himself such a chance to heal his injuries. At this time, he has already had a great impact on Huaxia. goodwill.

However, the Martial Saint has the pride of a Martial Saint, he understands better, even if a young man lives against the sky, how many brave battles can he have?It has only been more than ten years since I started practicing in the womb.

Even if the qualifications are against the heavens, what can he achieve in more than ten years, but what about himself?Already more than 100 years old, I thought he was too young to accept him as a grandson...

After Costa stood up, he felt the power of ### in his body. Although the recovery was less than [-]%, it was more than enough to fight against this young man.

The moment Costa stood up, Solo looked up at the battlefield. Costa nodded slightly at Solo and made a gesture of please.

Solo can be proud of being treated so courteously by a Western fighter, but Solo wants more than that.

Eastern and Western warriors looked intently at the field, and following Solo's footsteps towards the field, even the air on the Wu Ling became tense.

"Mr. Costa, please..." Solo made a gesture of invitation.

"Please..." Costa was only bare-handed, subconsciously he never thought of using a sword, because he had no reason to use a sword...