Except for the heavy breathing of Yang Shangwu and Liu Kuaishan, the mountain was silent, and most people had the same expression, with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and their expressions were astonished.

After two seconds of freezing, everyone realized it!

Liu Kuai Le couldn't accept this fact. His body limit and heart stimulation suddenly turned black and he fell to the ground!

He was much more serious than Yao Bingqian just now. Everyone carried him to a ventilated and cool place, wiped him with cold water, and poured salt and boiled water. After working hard for a long time, they confirmed that he would not die.

There is no doubt that Lu Shan won again this time!

Yang Shangwu was also very tired, but he was much better than Liu Kuai's legs. He just ate the huge amount of energy he consumed. Therefore, except for his slightly tired eyes, he couldn't tell what he was like just now!

"Boss Zhang, this third game..." Double Armour.

"You win!" Zhang Shawu was stronger than Yao Bingqian's ability to withstand, and admitted without hesitation that he lost.

"The next fourth game is a competition. I suggest you compete for fists, feet, and swords and guns!" Yao Bingqian said.

Interestingly, Lu Shan smiled slightly in his heart. Yao Bingqian could observe his words and expressions and change his mind.

"Yes, the sword has no eyes, it's better to have fists and feet!" Everyone who supported Yao Bingqian shouted.

Zhang Shawu's face suddenly turned dark. Damn Yao Bingqian, you are acting obedient to someone surnamed Lu, and you are here to cheat me!

Zhang Shawu's kung fu is just on a gun. If this is compared to fists and feet, which Shaolin monk has not worked hard on fists and feet? Isn't this looking for abuse? To be continued...
Chapter completed!