Well, the post that comes later is mainly because Han Xin is too weak. Even an immortal can make a lot of backups for the Marquis of Huaiyin, so that Han Xin has a huge way to save his life.

"Okay, I'll go now!" Han Xinyi said righteously. After getting a lot of cheap things, Han Xin was instantly satisfied. Then Liu Tong took the jade seal and began to pour slag into the Time Gate. A large amount of Huaiyin Hou's chips were poured into the Time Gate.

"Hurry, hurry up, connect the images quickly." After the debris were poured into the time gate, a group of immortals began to open various backs on Han Xin. For a moment, a large number of screens appeared in Shanglinyuan. Liu Bei, Cao Cao and others looked at the screen and fell into silence.

"I'm afraid this is over." Chen Xi held his forehead and looked at dozens of different screens, and fell into silence. "Can you really plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest tens of thousands of seeds in autumn?"

"This seems to be Kong Laoer." The third generation Ying Huo looked inside his screen. He was more than two meters tall, wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt, with marble-like muscles. He was clearly angular under his clothes. His thickness was more than fifty centimeters on the side. His thighs were tight, and his meridians were attached to it like steel bars, which were faintly revealed from the cracked position of the lower shirt.

He was carrying a broad sword that was 1.7 meters long and wide in his right hand, looking at the opposite side with a cold expression. A young man on the opposite side looked a little like a Taoist priest, wearing a cloak, with cold eyes, and there was something beside him that looked like a mecha.

"What, this is Confucius?" Chen Xi was shocked. You call this Confucius. Those who can fight these people present may be Lu Bu and the others.

"It's worthy of being Confucius. As expected, my exercise is not enough." Cheng Yu sighed. Just looking at his height, body shape, and muscle mass, he is definitely a master of refined training.

"The one next to me seems to be Yang Zi, ah, I remember, wasn't this the scene when Yang Zi and Kong Lao Er were debating back then?" Zhen Xing hugged his head and thought about it, and finally remembered these two people, "Look at it, there are troops behind them, right? In fact, they are all their disciples."

Cheng Yu wiped a cold sweat, and the others fell into silence. Do you call these soldiers who are well-trained at first sight apart? This is the style of painting in the Spring and Autumn Period?

"But it feels wrong. I remember Yang Zhu..." As Zhenxing said, the two sides began to fight verbally in the debate between me as referees. The style of the painting finally became normal. Then, as they were fighting, Yang Zhu jumped into the mecha directly, Confucius picked up the broad sword, and the war between the big bosses broke through the world broke out.

"This is not our timeline. Although the general development should be fine, it is definitely not our timeline." Cao Cao said after coughing twice. Confucius fought against the mecha, and then tore the battle fortress with his hands...

"Confucian scholars should be like this!" Cheng Yu was already addicted to the fighting style of Saint Kong's human-shaped tyrannosaurus, fighting with the mecha without losing the disadvantage. He even removed one of the opponent's mecha's thighs and won a phased victory, and then the screen exploded.

"Cough cough, it seems that this part of the slag has been blown up, and we have other screens." Ying Huo coughed twice, diverted everyone's attention, and the others also looked at other screens with twitching eyes.

"What the hell is this?" Chen Xi pointed to a video that was unclear whether the past or the future.

"A visitor from other times, Han Xin?" Qin Shihuang, who sat on the jade throne, looked only twenty years old, but had obvious traces of time between his eyebrows and eyes, said to everyone present in front of the screen.
Chapter completed!