Sanbo agreed to Jiuyang's request, and at the same time put forward a condition: "Use the deep pool as a circle, and fifty moves will determine the outcome."
"If you get out of the circle, you lose. Just surrender without hesitation and stop struggling in vain."
"If you agree, we can start now."
As he spoke, Sanbo thrust the Taixuan Sword across the rock wall with full confidence.
Jiuyang became interested and raised the stakes and said: "If you can't force me to land within fifty moves, then give me another day to find loopholes in the formation."
The third uncle sneered: "If you want to push even further, what can you do?"
Jiuyang patted his chest and said loudly: "During this period, I promise not to harm Suning's three souls and seven souls, and let him coexist with me intact."
"You want to save him, I want to leave."
"It doesn't matter who succeeds, you don't want to see your nephew become a fool with no soul, right?"
Jiuyang said with a cold and threatening smile: "Let's take a step back and take a gamble?"
Sanbo shook his head and said: "The chips are too light and there is no sincerity."
Jiuyang pretended to be horrified and said: "You don't care about Suning's life or death?"
The third uncle said contemptuously: "If you have the guts to hurt Suning, I will have nothing to worry about. I will kill you in the Demon Killing Pond."
"How about this, you give me a way to get rid of the inner demons of the Demon Sword Technique, and I'll play with you."
"Everyone gets what they need and gives it their all."
Jiuyang looked a little stunned, then laughed crazily and said: "Dare to be here waiting for me."
"Interesting, I proposed it before, but you didn't believe me?"
"If you don't believe it, why bring up the old things again?"
San Bo stretched out his hand and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, explaining: "The Fang Cun Book is one of the three great treasures of Ziwei, and the Dongtian Sutra is the secret technique that Ziwei does not teach. Except for the headmaster and the successor who is about to become the headmaster, ordinary disciples have no chance to come into contact with it.
Arrived."
"So your identity is not difficult to guess. You are probably a certain ancestor of Ziwei."
"An old monster from hundreds of years ago, even a thousand years ago."
"Although I don't know how you maintain your cultivation and reincarnation, based on this alone, I have reason to believe that you can indeed help me get rid of my inner demons."
San Bo got straight to the point and said, "This is my biggest concession. You can decide for yourself whether it works or not."
Jiuyang said with deep meaning in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will regret it after losing? Suning is manipulated by me. If I don't tell you, you can't do anything to me."
"Besides, even if I tell the truth, would you believe it?"
"If you don't believe it, this deal is meaningless."
The third uncle clenched his fists, showed a harmless "shy" smile and said: "I can tell whether it is true or false."
"If you can deceive me, count on your ability."
"Of course, if you dare not keep your word, I won't mind helping you relax your muscles every day."
"The water in the Demon Killing Pond is very deep, and my fist is even harder."
"After all, it is a mortal body. It needs to eat and poop."
"If you don't obey me, you will definitely not get food, so..."
The third uncle patted his butt obscenely, twisted his waist and said, "Go ahead and eat shit."
The corners of Jiuyang's mouth twitched and his face turned dark as he said, "Can you be a little more like a master? After all, it is the invincible existence at the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, the three elders of Kunlun."
"If I starve to death, Suning won't survive either."
The third uncle smiled and said: "Can a master's demeanor be used as food?
"You are a master, but you are not despicable, shameless, and despicable?"
"You still have the nerve to stand here when you bully ordinary mortals who have no power to restrain themselves. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, Ziwei has lost all the face she has accumulated over thousands of years."
"If I were you, I wouldn't be ashamed to take another life and find a rope to hang on..."
San Bo said in a lively manner: "Hey, that's it, my tongue is stretched like this."
Jiuyang became angry from shame and said urgently: "It has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and it is no wonder that he is Suning's third uncle, a raccoon dog in the same family."
The third uncle refused to argue, flew to the Demon Killing Pond and said: "Stop talking nonsense, think clearly and let your horse come over."
Jiuyang followed closely behind, and said elegantly: "I will keep my word, and I hope you will do the same."
"Gulu gulu."
A large number of bubbles emerged from the rippling surface of the deep pool, like boiling water, rolling violently from bottom to top.
The water is moving, but the people are not.
Separated by a distance of tens of meters, the two figures looked at each other from a distance.
Then, San Bo closed his eyes, put one hand behind his back, and raised the other toward the sky.
