Journey to the West begins with the full-level monk Tang

Zhao Yunhao naturally knew the significance of this battle.

Never lose!

If he wins, he will count on Wu Su in the next match, and there may be a chance to win back.

If he loses this match, he will be completely defeated, and there is no possibility of recovery.

It can be said that this match has decided whether five million taels of gold was given to Daxia in advance.

There is a heavy burden on the body, and the responsibility is heavy!

Zhao Yunhao had to proceed cautiously.

Although before coming to Daxia, he was still very confident in his fighting power, but just now seeing the battle between Emperor Daxia and his country's crown prince Naiquan, his confidence has been lost in an instant.

He compared it secretly. If it was him, even if he was actually the number one powerhouse in Dajin, he would definitely not be the opponent of Emperor Qin Feng of Daxia.

Even, his results will not be any better than Prince Naiquan.

After all, Qin Feng in his eyes now has unfathomable cultivation, and it is impossible to find out where he is!

The crown prince and the Great Xia Emperor had already finished the match. Fortunately, Qin Feng could no longer play. Next, he had to choose one of the remaining two contestants.

Those two people were also not too tall, and they had discussed and decided together.

However, they still don't know exactly how each person's combat effectiveness is.

But think about it, this kind of opponent selected from among 5,000 people, if one of them is very powerful, it also shows that their luck is really bad.

Even if Daxia has capable people, they are not so powerful.

Even if Da Jin's luck is bad, it's not that unlucky to such an extent.

Zhao Yunhao's eyes kept moving back and forth between the death camp brother's face and the little beggar's face. He tried to judge the other party's psychology through the other party's eyes, so as to find the weakest one.

When he was pondering his judgment, the little beggar said with a grin: "Is it so hard to choose an opponent? I have to fight all of them, why don't I just choose the next one!"

Originally, the little beggar just said something casually, without any other meaning, he just felt that the other party was so picky, it was too boring.

When will this be finished!

However, in Zhao Yunhao's view, the little beggar's words were definitely not aimless.

It may even imply some kind of strategy of Da Xia.

Why let this person talk, let him open his mouth to fight directly to let Zizhen choose him, or to make himself suspicious, and then choose another remaining opponent?

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yunhao had several thoughts in his mind.

This is the basic judgment that a warrior should have when he is on the spot. Zhao Yunhao is already used to it. Therefore, in terms of actual combat effectiveness, he is the strongest in Dajin.

Because his reaction is fast enough, his brain is flexible enough.

But this sentence, Zhao Yunhao still has no way of judging what the little beggar means. However, Zhao Yunhao will not make a judgment under such a situation. He wants to induce Xiaowei to continue talking, and then ask what he wants Things to know.

Sure enough, Zhao Yunhao thought so and did the same.

He looked at the little beggar, shook his head with a smile and said, "You...you can't, he should be stronger, all of this can't escape my eyes!"

While talking, Zhao Yunhao pointed at Zhu Si beside the little beggar.

"What kind of vision do you have? You dare to say that he is stronger than me. You know, I am from the Qingchuan camp, and he is from the death camp. It is a completely different level."

The little beggar immediately glanced at Zhu Si and said, it wasn't that he looked down on Zhu Si, it was just because the Qingchuan camp had a natural sense of superiority compared to the death camp.

After all, the training of the Death Battalion was done by the Qingchuan Battalion.

They are the masters of those people in the death camp. How to say the people in the death camp, they don't even let a fart go.

Sure enough, when Zhao Yunhao saw the little beggar's arrogant statement, Zhu Si just smiled and said nothing, not even the slightest refutation.

I understand, it really is so, judging from those subtle appearances, when the little beggar said those words just now, and the reactions of the people around him, Zhao Yunhao has already been able to judge that the little beggar must be stronger.

And the other person is definitely not as good as the guy who opened his mouth to fight.

"Hehe, I don't believe what you said, I think this hero should be stronger, so I, Zhao Yunhao, chose him!"

Although Zhao Yunhao knew that Zhu Si was the weakest and chose him, but he didn't want to admit that he was the weakest one.

So the person he chose is very soft, but his mouth is very hard, and his words are high-sounding.

As the strong man who came with the mission this time, he is not without a sense of the overall situation, but his view of the overall situation is definitely not as strong as his self-view.

When choosing an opponent, he must choose the weakest one, so at least he can guarantee that he will win this round.

Even if he lost the other two games, Da Jin lost because of Nai Quan and Wu Su, not because of him, Zhao Yunhao.

If Wu Su also won by luck, then it can also be said that he turned the tide at the critical moment, reversed the unfavorable situation of the battle, created a good situation, and laid a solid foundation for Wu Su's victory.

In short, no matter what the final result is, as long as you win, you are not wrong.

It is best for Dajin to win in the end, if he still loses in the end, he can't blame himself for everything.

That's what he has in mind, it just seems to be more hypocritical.

Seeing that the Jin warrior finally chose himself, Zhu Si didn't feel much, he agreed: "Okay, let's just compete!"

Then he walked into the arena indifferently.

"Zhu Si, fuck him!"

Seeing that it was people from the Death Battalion who left the station, the brothers in the Death Battalion immediately became overwhelmed.

Even though Zhu Si was not that strong, in the death camp, Tang's Bajue Dao was absolutely the best. In the whole death camp of 3,500 to 600 people, there were no more than five people who could surpass him.

When it was finally time for the Death Battalion to shine, the brothers immediately became excited.

"My servant, Zhao Yunhao, is using a scimitar. May I ask this warrior, what weapon is he using?"

After Zhao Yunhao slowly pulled out a scimitar from the scabbard, he made a starting gesture and asked Zhu Si.

Zhu Si turned around and waved to the little beggar: "Master Six, lend me your knife, mine is broken!"

"for you!"

The little beggar almost laughed out loud, pulled out his Lingbao-level sword from the scabbard, and threw it at Zhu Si.

With a gesture of Zhu Si, he grasped the flying sword, and suddenly there was a flash of light on the sword, which shot out in all directions, catching people's eyes.