Looking at the excited Ma Zhen, Mo Yun looked confused, not knowing what to say.

One man, two brothers......

This sentence is the line he saw in the novel (The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty) two days ago, why is this kid excited?

It seems to be more readable.

Shaking his head, Mo Yun didn't care, he didn't pay attention to these scum at all.

For this scene, Mo Yun is still more interested.

"Sure enough, going out for a walk once in a while can make you feel a lot better, hehe. Mo Yun muttered quietly, his eyes rolling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing this, Wang Ziying was stunned, looked surprised, thought she had heard it wrong, and said timidly: "Mo ...... Mo Yun, what were you talking about just now?"

"Ahem...... It's nothing!" Mo Yun said calmly.

"Oh......" Wang Ziying lowered her head and stopped talking, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Let my brother and cousin go! I'll fight you!" Ma Zhen didn't hear what Mo Yun was saying, he was extremely excited at this moment, and said loudly to those students of the Battle King Pavilion.

"Hehe, that little girl, we can let it go, but this kid behind you must be beaten!"

"Why?"

It was Mo Yun who spoke, and he was puzzled, why couldn't he let himself go?

"Hmph, because I hate people who are more handsome than me!" the man snorted.

"Damn!" Mo Yun almost vomited blood, and said, "Is it my fault that I am handsome?"

"Alright! Stop grinding! Beat me up! Beat me to death!" I don't know who shouted, but these people immediately got up and rushed towards it.

"Stop!" Mo Yun suddenly shouted.

These people were stunned, but they stopped.

"What tricks do you kid want to do?" said the man in the lead, frowning.

"What's the point of fighting like this? Like a street gangster, where is the demeanor of an immortal?" Mo Yun said.

"And what do you want?" the man frowned.

"Of course it's a little bit of color, there's no color in the fight, so it's so boring. Mo Yundao.

"What do you want?" the man wondered.

"Since it's a fight, then I won't say it's complicated, then the money, and the one who loses will give the money. Mo Yundao.

"Give money if you lose?" The man looked at Mo Yun contemptuously as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "How many dollars do you have?"

"That's it, this kid hasn't woken up yet, gambling with us, hahaha!"

Someone laughed.

How much money can a recent high school graduate have?

Who can come to the Immortal Dao training class to cultivate, which one is not rich?

For a period of class, the tuition fee is tens of thousands, and in a year, the tuition fee is hundreds of thousands, is it affordable for ordinary people?

In this regard, Mo Yun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have money." ”

Saying that, Mo Yun took out a bank card and said, "You have a device here that can check the balance, right?"

"Absolutely. "There is humanity.

"Well, take it over and check it out to see how much money I have. Mo Yundao.

The students were stunned for a moment, obviously a little unable to grasp it, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Coach Fang.

Coach Fang nodded faintly and said, "Go get the machine." ”

"Okay!" the man staggered.

"By the way, in order to thank Coach Fang for cultivating us, I propose that no matter how much money this kid has, after winning, it will all be handed over to Coach Fang!" someone said flatteringly.

"Well said, I'm in favor!"

"Okay, I'm for it too!"

"That's right, that's right, without Coach Fang, there would be no us today, and I agree with it!"

Everyone expressed their agreement with this matter.

Coach Fang also smiled, but he didn't take it seriously.

As I said earlier, how much money can a high school student have?

Ma Zhen and Wang Ziying also looked at Mo Yun with incredulous expressions.

"Brother Yun, you can't play really, do you?" Ma Zhen said.

"Don't play really, do you think we can get out of here today?" Mo Yundao.

"This ......" Ma Zhen stopped talking, he could only grit his teeth, endure his anger, and think in his heart, even if he was beaten and crippled in a while, he would beat these people hard!

"Brother Yun, I'll give you the money! During this time, I was lucky, I followed my cousin to run the business and earned nearly 100,000 yuan!" Ma Zhen took out a card and said loudly.

"Come on, my brother doesn't look down on your 100,000, besides, we're here to win money. ”

Mo Yun knew that Ma Zhen's 100,000 yuan was used by him to pay for the training fee.

"Mo ...... Mo Yun, I, I have money. Wang Ziying suddenly whispered.

"Huh?" Mo Yun looked at Wang Ziying suspiciously.

Wang Ziying took out a card, handed it to Mo Yun, and said, "Here...... There are two hundred thousand in it. ”

After thinking about it, Wang Ziying's eyes widened, and she mustered up the courage to look at Mo Yun and said, "Is it that if we give money, these people won't beat us?"

Mo Yun was stunned, and just wanted to speak, but was preempted by the big back.

"If you are willing to give us all the money, we can naturally consider letting you go, no matter what, our brother Zhanwang is a civilized person and will not bother with you little children. ”

As he spoke, the big back cautiously glanced at Coach Fang, and when he saw that the other party didn't say anything, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, we won't ask for any of this money, all of it will be handed over to our coach, after all, this time, it was you who insulted him first, even if it was his mental damage. ”

Hearing this, Ma Zhen immediately said: "Okay, as long as you are willing to let us go, the money can be handed over to you!"

"Okay, that's a ......"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yun sneered and interrupted: "Okay, what to give, we are here to win money, are you two stupid?"

"......" Ma Zhen.

"......" Wang Ziying.

"Hahaha! Boy, you have a kind!" the big back was stunned for a long time, and laughed.

Coach Fang also frowned, and glanced at Mo Yun in surprise.

He had sensed Mo Yun's spiritual energy fluctuations before, but he didn't get anything, thinking that the other party was an ordinary person whose spiritual energy value did not exceed 10 and his cultivation level was too low.

If the psionic value is below 10, it will be difficult to be perceived.

When it was, it seems that something is wrong.

If this kid is really an ordinary person, why would the other two obey him?

Without waiting for Coach Fang to think about it, someone brought the machine over.

"Swipe the card, I want to see how much money you have. "That's human.

Mo Yun didn't talk nonsense and put the card into the card slot.

After a while, Mo Yun took back the card, and the data had come out.

Looking at Shan Tiao, the man with the machine was completely dumbfounded, his body seemed to be petrified, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Lao Zhuang, why are you so evil? How much money do you have, you say!" someone said impatiently.

"This ......" The man named Lao Zhuang who took the machine came back to his senses, wiped his eyes in disbelief, and looked like a small ticket again.

Everyone frowned, a little unhappy, and scolded: "What are you doing, how much money do you have." ”

"That's it, what the hell, is this poor student's property scared you?" Speaking of the word property, the person's voice was particularly heavy, and everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

How much money can a high school student have in the card?

A few hundred?

Or a few thousand dollars?

"Uh...... See for yourself, to be honest, I'm probably getting too much of it and getting dazzled. Lao Zhuang threw the machine aside and handed the single slip in his hand to the others to see.

These people took the single article and looked at it, and they were dumbfounded.

"Ten hundred, hundred, thousand, million, million, thousand

"Fifteen million!!"