Lu Xiangsheng secretly squeezed a sweat for Jia Chen.
Because he felt that Jia Chen was afraid it would be difficult to win this time.
Because the one hundred people led by Cao Buluan are muscular and strong man with muscles.
Each of the five major and three rough, fierce faces, and powerful Kong Wu.
Even if it is just holding the wooden blade, there is a murderous air.
In contrast, the team led by Jia Chen seemed to be messy.
One by one is fat and thin, and the height is different.
The biggest difference is the momentum.
Although the one hundred people on Jia Chen were holding a wooden blade in their hands, everyone's face was full of fear.
Some are even trembling, their legs and stomachs are straight, and there is no bile.
This is a group of timid -like mice.
How could it win?
Lu Xiangsheng looked at the two teams and horses with clear contrast, and sighed.
How can this be compared?
Before I started the comparison test, I have already seen who wins.
Seeing the two people with the disparity, the people who watched shook their heads, and they were so lamented.
People are a bit puzzled. Jia Chen is clearly literary and military, and win again and again. Why is it a group of black people this time?
This is by no means a wise.
The two teams of the two teams can see the best at a glance even if they do not understand the soldiers.
People shook their heads and sighed. Looking at this posture, Jia Chen's hundred people could not say that they could win. I am afraid that even one of the other party's charge could not afford?
Lu Xiangsheng persuaded:
"Master Jia, I can lend my caution to the adults for a test."
He said more euphemistic. In fact, the lines are Jia Chen, you are a group of black people, you will definitely lose, it is not as good as my catcher!
Jia Chen smiled indifferently: "Master Lu's kindness, I have received it, rest assured, I have my own strategy."
Hearing Jia Chen's response, Lu Xiangsheng was not easy to say anything.
Fortunately, Jia Chen has been winning before, even if this game is lost, it is not ugly.
Zhang Yangyang was proud of Zhang Yangyang. In his eyes, Jia Chen would undoubtedly lose.
Finally it can save some face!
Yao Wuyang's Cao Bian looked at Jia Chen not far away, showing a bloodthirsty smile.
He originally thought it would be a tough battle, but did not expect that Jia Chen brought a group of straw rice buckets, the crowd of Wuhe.
Is this still comparison?
It must be unilateral crushing!
After Cao Buluan had thought about the victory, how could he laugh at Jia Chen and find all the previously lost faces.
Lu Xiangsheng sighed helplessly, ordered the drummer to be in place, ready to fight drums, and opened the killing of the "two armies".
However, at this moment, Jia Chen suddenly shouted:
"Slow! I have something to say!"
Hearing these short words, everyone looked at him in surprise, thinking that he was frightened.
No one thinks Jia Chen can win.
Zhang Yanggang wanted to mockery Jia Chen a few words, but heard Cao Guanxuan laughed:
"How? Are you afraid? Now you can admit defeat now."
Lu Xiangsheng frowned, and his eyes were full of worry and nervousness.
Can't give up!
It is completely two -cooked for the defeat of the defeat of the battle before the battle.
If it is defeated by fighting, it can be regarded as losing.
Lu Xiangsheng was worried that Jia Chen would admit defeat directly.
Jia Chen sneered:
"I want to ask Cao Gongzi, do you want to surrender in advance?"
After hearing this, Lu Xiangsheng was relieved slightly.
Many people around me were slightly headed, and the eyes of Jia Chen were full of recognition and appreciation.
Even though they all think that Jia Chen will lose this time, Jia Chen's proud bones that never admit to defeat are still rare.
Lu Xiangsheng nodded with satisfaction, and he really did not see the wrong Jia Chen. The descendant of the Jia family had two generations of Ning Rong and the two public style. It seems that the Jia family has someone successively!
"You are not self -raising!" Cao Bai screamed.
"Cao Gongzi, teach him fiercely, let this boy know that there is a heavenly outside the sky, there are people outside people!" Zhang Yang also roared.
Cao Bulin drink coldly:
"Okay, I want to kill his prestige!"
As soon as this remark came out, the elite soldiers behind him yelled together:
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Shouting the sound of the mountains and the tsunami, the sound shock is four wild.
Although there are only a hundred people, after all, it is the elite who killed the enemy with a hundred battles. Hundreds of people shouted together.
The one hundred people behind Jia Chen were scared that everyone looked iron, and she was like a sieve bran.
Seeing this, Jia Chen drank: "The big husband should bring a three -foot sword, and the work is not the world! Don't fight!"
The complexion of this hundred people was suddenly solemn, and there was a little fighting spirit in the eyes.
Jia Chen came to the drum quickly, took the drummer from the drummer, and the big channel:
"Then just kill the enemy, I am cheering for the drums!"
According to the rules of the trial, both Jia Chen and Cao Bulin were not allowed to play. They only used the 100 men from both sides to fight, compared with a high and low.
At this moment, Jia Chen waved the drums and smashed it on the drum.
The drum sound is like a stuffy thunder, dull and powerful, hitting the qi of killing.
The hundred dart divisions under Jia Chen suddenly shocked the spirit, and suddenly a inexplicable power appeared in his body.
In the incredible eyes of the people around, the hundred dart divisions were as powerful as a rainbow, the war was surging, and even the eyes became red, and the muscles of the whole body immediately swelled.
When Lu Xiangsheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but take a breath.
Is this okay?
At this time, a hundred dart divisions forgot to fear, and even forgot to himself. There was only one idea in his mind: knocking down the enemy in front of you.
Cao Bian looked at Jiachen's men's men, and her heart was amazing.
He knew that he couldn't drag it anymore, he roared, and launched an impact on the opposite side:
"Chonglin!"
Seeing that Cao Bulin's hand rushed over, Jia Chen fell heavily again.
The momentum of this hundred dart divisions has been improved a little.
"Kill!"
They shouted together, and they also rushed to a hundred people opposite.
In the shocking eyes, the two teams were approaching quickly.
Luoyang is located in the hinterland of Da Zhou, containing war. The people who watched the people finally saw such a fight.
Lu Xiangsheng was shocked. I did not expect that it was still a cowardly team like a lamb. At this time, such an amazing courage broke out.
It's incredible!
In the surprised eyes around, the two hundred teams collided hard.
The collision of wooden weapons, screaming, cursing, shouting the sound of killing, as if it was turbulent.
Only one face, most of the darts fell to the ground.
It seems that the gap between strength is still very different!
Just now the darts were full of Changhong, and the people who watched thought they would win, but they did not expect that only one face, they fell into a defeat.
Some people's faces appeared so emotional.
Lu Xiangsheng clenched his teeth and his eyes were cracked. Can Jia Chen's 100 men be defeated?