"Is it really Changshan Zhao Zilong?"

Dong Zhuo pondered for a moment and was so excited that he could no longer sit still.

Zhao Yun, Changbanpo enters and exits seven times, and he is full of courage Zhao Zilong.

One Lu, two Zhao, three Dianwei, four passes, five horses and six Zhang Fei.

Lu Bu is no longer reliable, and now Zhao Yun is here.

Retention must be retained.

"Quickly, call him here now. The Prime Minister will personally consider his martial arts."

Dong Zhuo stood up in a hurry, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and rushed out.

Seeing that Xiang Guo was so excited, the guards did not dare to take it seriously and immediately turned around and ran out.

He hurriedly summoned Zhao Yun.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, Lu, Lu."

Dong Zhuo's bodyguards followed Dong Zhuo with their shoes in hand.

Dong Zhuo couldn't bear to put on his shoes at all, so he just put them on and continued running.

At this moment, the Prime Minister is in the martial arts arena.

Zhao Yun, wearing a white helmet and holding a spear, was already waiting for Dong Zhuo's arrival.

"But Changshan Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong?"

Before anyone even appeared on the stage, Dong Zhuo's excited voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"Yes, Zilong has met Xiangguo."

Zhao Yun bowed in salute neither humble nor overbearing, his waist slightly bent and then straightened quickly.

Dong Zhuo quickly rushed to the martial arts arena and looked at Zhao Yun, who was dressed in white and proudly stood tall.

His eyes lit up.

Sure enough, this was the Zhao Yun he was looking for.

"Ding! Found the famous historical general - Zhao Yun, issued a new mission, and recruited Zhao Yun.

Mission reward: potatoes."

Dong Zhuo's originally excited expression froze for an instant, and then returned to a full smile.

He looked at Zhao Yun happily.

"Do you still want to subdue? That means Zhao Yun hasn't decided to stay yet."

Dong Zhuo looked Zhao Yun up and down.

Dressed elegantly in white, holding a spear, he looked like a pillar standing upright from the sky, with a handsome face that showed no anger or authority.

"I have long heard the name of Zhao Zilong from Changshan. He is an expert in wielding a spear, and he is also personable. Today he is loyal and gets what he wants, and his reputation is well-deserved."

Dong Zhuo couldn't help but stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and praised him.

A smile also appeared on Zhao Yun's face, and it disappeared in an instant.

"The Prime Minister is ridiculous. I wonder how the Prime Minister wants to test Quang Long?"

Zhao Yun looked at Dong Zhuo's bloated figure and couldn't help but feel a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Dong Zhuo's image was very different from what he thought.

When he came, he thought Dong Zhuo was a burly and extraordinary hero, but he turned out to be just a...

Dong Zhuo noticed a strange light flashing in Zhao Yun's eyes.

He stopped smiling now.

It seems that if you want to regain Zhao Yun, you will have to show your true skills.

"Heroes don't care about their origins, let alone their appearance."

"The prime minister's country is now selecting talented people for the Han Dynasty. What it means is that it can get heroes like Zhao Yun who can be used by the Han Dynasty to put an end to chaos in the world, restore the people of the world, and bring peace to the court."

"However, after all, Prime Minister Guo is selecting talents for the country, and there will be no foundation without trust. Zilong must not mind considering it."

Zhao Yun looked at Dong Zhuo strangely when he heard this.

I didn't expect that the fat man in front of me could say such a thing. "A good hero doesn't care where he comes from. Zilong is willing to take the martial arts test in school."

Even though he was deep inside the Prime Minister's Mansion and surrounded by hundreds of people, Zhao Yun did not show any fear.

There was no flattery towards Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo was almost surprised by his calm expression.

He is indeed a courageous Zhao Zilong,

Dong Zhuo nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around and called the guard chief.

"Send thirty men."

"Perform martial arts with Zilong."

"Remember, if you don't go all out, you may die to apologize."

Dong Zhuo's voice was full of cold murderous intent, which made the captain of the guard break into a cold sweat.

Xiangguo never jokes.

After speaking, Dong Zhuo looked at the white-robed young man on the field.

He nodded with a smile and slowly left the martial arts arena.

The thirty people the captain of the guard quickly named were thirty battle-hardened veterans, and they were absolutely measured in their actions.

Zhao Yun looked at the thirty people who came on stage without any expression.

Still standing proudly with a gun.

Just thirty people, a piece of cake.

Zhao Yun stood in the martial arts arena holding a gun, dressed in white, which was particularly dazzling under the dim light.

The three ministers looked at each other and sneered twice.

Each leads the way to deal with the outcome.

They came out of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, and countless enemies died at their hands.

No matter how cruel the battlefield was, they were not left behind.

A mere young general actually spoke arrogantly.

Today they were going to let him know what a bloody warrior was.

The three teams divided from three directions and surrounded Zhao Yun in the field.

The three chiefs all shouted angrily.

Thirty people rushed forward in unison.

The long knife in his hand was drawn horizontally.

Directly block all the movement space around Zhao Yun.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

Zhao Yun stood proudly on the spot, his white robe rustling in the cold wind.

Watching them attack, a trace of disdain leaked from the corner of his mouth.

With a slight movement in his hand, the spear appeared like a silver dragon.

It left a pale white light in the sky.

He avoided a very long sword and directly lifted him into the air.

The spear shook slightly and flew off the battlefield.

The silver gun seemed to come alive in Zhao Yun's hands.

All that could be seen in the field was a silver dragon circling in disbelief.

The sound of ping ping ping ping pong clashing with swords and guns kept coming.

Like a dragon rising from a phoenix, the spear keeps attacking.

One soldier after another was knocked out of the field.

At the end of the game, only the last one was left.

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light.

He actually blocked a random shot of his own.
To be continued...