When Lao Zou wanted to catch the man in black, he was beaten badly by Xiao Ke, so he knew Xiao Ke's strength.
This sunset red sand is the treasure that Old Zou has longed for. It is very beneficial to his cultivation. Unfortunately, Murong Yunfeng usually hides it and covers it like a treasure.
Lao Zou tugged at Xiao Ke's corner.
Xiao Ke glared at him: "Old man, what are you doing!"
The corner of Lao Zou's mouth twitched slightly, but he still lowered his voice: "Xiao Ke, come here, come here."
Xiaoke stared at him impatiently.
Lao Zou's voice was very low, with a hint of request: "Can you bet with him? If you win, I will give you half, and you don't have to clean the toilet."
Lao Zou knew Xiao Ke’s strength, so he knew that as long as Xiao Ke went up, he would win for sure.
Xiao Ke sneered: "I don't care if you give me the whole share, but you still give me half. Are you kidding me?"
Lao Zou scratched his head and finally came up with a good idea: "How about this? If you win, I will give you another Golden Feng Tiansha. This thing is of no use to you, but it will be useful to your sister. If you lose, I will give you another golden phoenix sky sand."
I'll scan for you, and you'll definitely make money no matter you win or lose, right?"
Jinfeng Tiansha? Sister wants it?
Before Xiao Ke could agree, Lao Zou made another condition: "If you win, you don't have to come to my classes in the future, and I'll give you full marks."
"As long as you wave your fist, can such a good thing happen?" Xiao Ke glanced at Lao Zou suspiciously.
Lao Zou was absolutely stunned.
Oh, let me go! For you, it’s a trivial matter of shaking your fist, but for others, it’s an impossible task to defeat Zhou Fei, okay young man!
"Do you think I dare to lie to you?" Lao Zou said with a bitter face.
When Xiao Ke thought about it, it was right. If this little old man dared to lie to himself, then he would be beaten.
Xiao Ke nodded and was about to jump onto the fighting platform, but Lao Zou held Xiao Ke back.
"You're so annoying!" Xiao Ke stared at the little old man impatiently.
Teacher Zou is also a respected master in this college, but in front of Xiao Ke, he is called little old man.
On the contrary, Lao Zou felt that it was kind of friendly for Xiao Ke to call him "little old man".
"Xiao Ke, can we discuss something?" Lao Zou rubbed his hands in embarrassment.
"Say it quickly." The young boy said with a dark face.
Lao Zou hesitated and said: "What... can you make it more difficult to win? It's better to fight with the opponent for hundreds of rounds, and it's better to get injured a little more before barely winning... Is this good?"
"What?" Xiao Ke looked at the little old man like he was an idiot.
Old Zou lowered his voice: "Then old Murong still has some good things in his hand. If you knock Zhou Fei away with one fist, then you won't be able to trick out the good things behind..."
The young boy Xiao Ke frowned and was thinking.
Lao Zou immediately took a strong dose of medicine: "Maybe what old man Murong brings out next time is exactly what your sister needs?"
Lao Zou finally felt Xiaoke's pulse.
This young man is very difficult to talk to, but when it comes to Su Luo, he is the best to talk.
The young boy Xiao Ke glanced at Lao Zou with a cold look: "Seriously?"
"Children are not deceived!" Lao Zou assured with his hands raised.
"Okay then." Xiao Ke wrinkled his beautiful sword eyebrows, jumped onto the fighting platform, and said to Zhou Fei seriously with a sullen face, "I originally wanted to punch you away, but after thinking about it, I decided to spend two hundred
I'm going to defeat you, that's all, stop talking nonsense and make a move!"