Tang Dynasty: I, Li Tai, can cultivate immortality

"Who else!"

Two consecutive victories made Cheng Chumo a little proud. He stood proudly on the stage and roared loudly to the audience. It seemed that in his eyes, the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Zuo Wuwei were vulnerable.

"I can't help it, so arrogant!"

"If you can do it, then go ahead. Young Master Cheng has obviously practiced martial arts, and he is naturally strong. I am afraid that only the generals can fight him."

"As expected of the general's son, he will surely be a great general of the Tang Dynasty in the future."

At this moment, many soldiers have recognized Cheng Chumo's fighting ability. If Zhou Jia's failure in the first battle was due to underestimation of the enemy, then the second battle was due to Cheng Chumo's hard power.

This punch-to-flesh attack is definitely not fake.

"Boss, this black charcoal might be floating."

"I suddenly felt that I could do it"

"Du He, please don't do that. You are only at the first level of physical training. You really can't do it."

Yuchi Baolin and Du He were talking in a disjointed manner, while Li Tai and Qin Huaiyu were calmly watching Cheng Chumo pretending to be cool.

"Chu Mo's level is not bad, and his martial arts are also decent. If he is not a martial artist since childhood, he should not be able to defeat Chu Mo."

Li Tai gave an accurate judgment. Although his martial arts are not very good, he is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training after all. With a high-level view, Li Tai can naturally make accurate judgments about people who are much weaker than him.

"If I fight with Chumo, I should be able to defeat him with some effort."

Suddenly, Qin Huaiyu, who had been silent all the time, spoke. He had already achieved the third level of the Body Refining Realm, and his physical fitness was higher than Cheng Chumo. In addition, he was older and had much more martial arts experience than Cheng Chumo, so it was not surprising that he could defeat Cheng Chumo.

"Don't learn to be silent. In the world of immortal cultivators, there is a huge gap between each realm. Ordinary martial arts are only your advantages in the early stage. When we leave Zuo Wuwei today, I will teach you a set of body cultivation boxing."

Li Tai spoke again. He didn't want his brothers to be too arrogant. After all, this is just how far they have cultivated. There are many more realms in the future.

"Know"

"No problem, Boss. When Chumo comes back, let Huaiyu give him a beating to stop him from getting cocky."

"No, no, no, let's fight together."

Several people responded to Li Tai. Now they finally knew how great an opportunity it was to cultivate immortals. They had no choice but to be in awe of the opportunity.

While talking, Cheng Chumo had already fought several more matches. There was no doubt that Cheng Chumo almost won.

In the final analysis, the Zuo Wuwei was not the real elite of the Tang Dynasty. They were not as good as the troops that had been fighting on the border for many years, nor were they as good as the Jinwuwei, the imperial guards. They were just the reserve force of the Tang Dynasty, and they were not yet honed.

Unknowingly, Cheng Chumo had defeated ten people and won ten consecutive victories.

At this moment, Cheng Yaojin, the general of the Zuo Wuwei, had a completely black face.

Originally, he planned to let his son be beaten the worst, but his Zuo Wuwei was taught a lesson by Cheng Chumo.

How could this be! If this matter was known by his old brothers, he would not be able to hold his face at all!

Seeing another soldier being tempted by his reward and preparing to go on stage, Cheng Yaojin interrupted this ring battle.

"Haha, you are really good, you even fooled me."

Cheng Yaojin walked onto the ring with his fists rubbed. His intention was obvious. Since his soldiers were taught a lesson by his son, it was time for the general to take action.

The originally majestic Cheng Chumo instantly lost his temper and became a coward.

"Um, Dad, I, this, that, didn’t they agree to test Zuo Wuwei? You… why are you doing it?"

Cheng Chumo was so scared that he stuttered. He was hit by Cheng Yaojin two days ago, and the psychological trauma was still there. The pain in his butt was as if it was yesterday.

"I am also a member of Zuo Wuwei! Come on, you idiot, let's fight!"

Cheng Yaojin walked onto the ring and started to fight.

A battle between father and son was about to begin!