1142: C1142 Finals 1

C1142 Finals 1

Even Zhao Jinbao was unable to suppress the unease in his heart, but this kind of thing still happened in the end. Zhao Jinbao and the rest were prepared to directly come to the side of the stage in the future, and after a week, not only did the audience not decrease, they had even increased in number, and reached the peak of the audience.

They should be the ones to talk big. In the morning, Zhao Jinbao put on the soft armor on the innermost layer, and the Nine Day Golden Crow cloak on the outermost layer. He prepared Ten Directions Flag s that were already lit up and some other equipment.

Today, the person most heavily relied on was his other self who had never appeared before them, namely his Wickedness Clone. This clone's strength was not any weaker than Zhao Jinbao's, and most importantly, was able to catch them off guard.

After stepping onto the stage, the five members of Five Upper Sects were already waiting there. Siming, Cai Jin, Jue Ling, Qiao Qingyan, and Wen Wan were all waiting.

Siming was dressed in a blue Daoist robe, and he had a sword on his back.

Cai Jin held the lute in her arms and wore a white outfit, looking very gentle and charming.

Jue Ling wore a monastic robe, had a bald head, a tall and sturdy figure, and held a buddhist staff in her hand.

In Qiao Qingyan's hand was a golden book, and his golden clothes were slim and elegant.

Wen Wan wore a blood-red dress with a pair of short sabers at her waist. She looked mighty and domineering, as if she was a Yang Gate female general.

Seeing them go up on stage, Si Ming respectfully bowed to Zhao Jinbao and said, "Third generation direct disciple of the Ailao Mountain, Si Ming, greets Martial Uncle!"

Zhao Jinbao nodded his head and said: "Siming, no need to be so courteous, we are all opponents today, you do not need to hold back, I will do my best."

After all, they knew each other's strength. Before the match, both sides had definitely figured out each other's strength. They didn't dare to say they knew each other like the back of their hands, but they knew most of it.

Si Ming nodded his head and then retreated back into the line.

At this time, Jue Ling spoke up, "I've long heard that Zhao Shi's main technique is peerless and extremely tyrannical." At this moment, Jue Ling spoke up, "I've long heard that Zhao Shi's main technique is peerless and extremely tyrannical.

Zhao Jinbao took two steps forward, and at the same time, lifted his robe, and said: "Seeing that Martial Uncle is impolite, and is actually forcing you with his punches and kicks, it looks like I have to properly give some pointers to you on behalf of your master, Buddhist Monk Kong Zhi!"

Seeing Zhao Jinbao taking advantage of the situation, the little monk roared, his muscles lifting up his robes, at the same time he waved his staff and directly smashed towards Zhao Jinbao.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jinbao squinted his eyes. He did not even use his own Fangtian Halberd s, but just swung his fist, using his left hand to swipe away Jue Ling's buddhist staff. At the same time, his other hand fiercely smashed against the Jue Ling's stomach.

With just that one move, Duo Ling was actually sent flying. Her expression was somewhat ugly, and the Buddhist Monk Kong Zhi that was seated on the main platform had an ugly expression on his face.

No matter how rigid their relationship was, disciples still needed to follow the rules when facing their elders. Now, who didn't know that Zhao Jinbao was Spiritual Master Yun Long's junior nephew, and even the Buddhist Monk Kong Zhi had to call him Fellow Master Yun Long. In that case, Zhao Jinbao was someone of the same generation as the Buddhist Monk Kong Zhi, but his disciple was actually so rude, and wanted to come up and fight him, which was also normal for Zhao Jinbao to take care of him.

After Zhao Jinbao threw him out, he grabbed the staff and nailed it to the Jue Ling's head, "You guys can begin now. Jue Ling, this punch of mine was just to teach you a lesson.

After Zhao Jinbao finished speaking, he glanced at the few people beside him and said, "Follow the original plan. Don't be anxious for now."

What he said first was to not rush them and tell them to eat the pill, but to deplete it first, and to wait until a certain amount of energy had been consumed before eating it again.

The five of them each assigned a task. Zhao Jinbao immediately chose this small monk to fight, and then, Nangong Jueying stared closely at Siming. Lu Huan and Lu Xuan, the one who dealt with Wen Wan and Qiao Qingyan, stared closely at Cai Jin, preventing her from activating the lute in her arms.

Although Cai Jin didn't have any real fighting strength, no one would dare to underestimate her in a real fight. In case Cai Jin found a chance, she would be more effective than the others.

Although Jue Ling had been punched by Zhao Jinbao just now, it was fine. Zhao Jinbao did not really kill her earlier, and with Jue Ling's strength, it was impossible for her to be easily crippled.

Zhao Jinbao took in a deep breath and the Fangtian Halberd appeared in his hands once again. It was shining with a sharp light and looked extremely domineering.

Zhao Jinbao's Fangtian Halberd had merged with the Ancient Devil Soldier Gan. That was a good thing that had once massacred deities, which was why it gave everyone a feeling like that. Zhao Jinbao carried the Fangtian Halberd in his hand, and said: "Come!"

Hearing his casual words, Jue Ling immediately waved the staff in her hand and smashed it towards Zhao Jinbao's head. Seeing the menacing monk staff, Zhao Jinbao snorted, at the same time, the Fangtian Halberd in her hands directly flew towards the monk staff.

At that time, with a bang, the Fangtian Halberd in Zhao Jinbao's hands directly threw the staff out. At the same time, Zhao Jinbao rushed forward, looking like he wanted to directly subdue this Jue Ling.

However, the infuriated Buddha was not just a bluff. As the saying goes, once the infuriated Buddha lost blood, the slaughter would go on for a thousand miles. At the same time, the Bai Na Buddhist Robe on his body directly crumbled, revealing his firm and healthy muscles, he actually took Zhao Jinbao's punch head on, and even punched Zhao Jinbao hard on his chest.

In that instant of contact, Zhao Jinbao felt as if his chest was hit by a locomotive, he only felt a sweet taste in his throat. Forcefully suppressing that feeling, he swallowed the blood that was already in his throat and slid a few steps before regaining his balance.2

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