"Think you're old so you can feel good about yourself?" Zhou Ming sneered.

"I'm afraid you don't know yet, right? There are already three people in our sports academy who have advanced to the peak of body quenching, and the strength of the physical body has also reached 4,000 catties! I'm afraid your current strength is not in the top ten of the new students in the gymnasium, where did you come from to say that you are the first?"

Zhou Ming showed no mercy.

The warrior surnamed Feng felt that his breathing was about to stop.

"You talk nonsense! How could such a thing happen!"

Zhou Ming only felt that he wanted to laugh, and took time out of his smile to speak: "You are still living in your grades three months ago, right? Why don't you choose the sports institute yourself and don't have a little pressure in your heart? Isn't it that you would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail!"

"Shut up! I'm not a chicken!"

"That's right! I just know that you haven't made any progress in your cultivation now, maybe you won't be able to mix well among the freshmen of the Martial Academy!

All three of them stopped talking.

In fact, Zhou Ming's guess is true, this surnamed Feng is indeed not very good, and many young martial artists have surpassed him.

The gymnasium has very high requirements for the cultivation of martial artists, so except for those three true geniuses, the others only have the cultivation of the ninefold body quenching.

And the martial academy is different, a strong cultivation of qi and blood, so the cultivation is relatively high, and there are more than twenty martial artists at the peak of quenching.

This Senior Brother Feng's strength ranking is estimated to be around fifty.

If you want to make a chicken head, you can't do it!

"Now the phoenix tail can't be done, and the chicken head can't be done, tell me how failed you are?" Zhou Ming shook his head and was about to leave.

The only value of this kind of person is to bully those genius warriors who are very famous, but not strong enough for the time being, and then highlight their strength and ability, in fact, they are a poor worm, and no one who is really powerful can look down on this kind of person.

Zhou Ming is too, too lazy to talk to this kind of waste person.

"Zhou Ming, you stop for me!" said the martial artist surnamed Feng loudly.

But Zhou Ming didn't bother to pay attention to him, there was only one day before the auction, and he was still in a hurry to make money.

"Bastard, you stop for me!" The martial artist surnamed Feng actually hurriedly attacked Zhou Ming directly behind Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming naturally couldn't give the other party this opportunity, so he immediately turned around and punched, and the two of them took two steps back at the same time.

"If you have a fight with me, let me see if you, a bullshit supergenius, will only take advantage of your tongue!"

Zhou Ming laughed: "Am I a super-genius who has a fart relationship with you, if you let me beat you, I will listen to you, one day a dog wants to pee on my lap and I still have to stand honestly?"

"Who do you say is the dog?"

Zhou Ming didn't bother to take care of him, and was about to turn around and leave again.

"This is the genius selected by the legendary Hundred Cities!"

"Yes, the strength is not bad, and the quenching body seven against the quenching body nine will not fall behind!

"That's right! I look down on people too much, no matter how good my talent is, I can't do it!"

Some people hold a grudge and say, it is nothing more than the four words of super genius, if Zhou Ming does not have this name, no one will complain about Zhou Ming.

"You're blind!" retorted, "don't you see that this young man is the one who is being provoked?

The person who had just spoken was suddenly silent.

And the warrior surnamed Feng was even more unwilling, and even the passers-by around him thought he was a dog.

"Zhou Ming, don't want to escape, you have to fight with me today, otherwise you won't be able to go anywhere!"

Zhou Ming only gently backed down this time, but a trace of anger also appeared on his face.

He didn't want to waste time with this poor creature, but that didn't mean any dog could bark at him all the time.

"Do you want to die?" Zhou Ming said, "Do you know what happens if you take the initiative to attack a student with low cultivation?"

Only then did the martial artist surnamed Feng remember this regulation.

"It's not my fault, it's obvious that you scolded me for being a dog first, and I made a move because you insulted me!"

"Hehe, I insulted you? I said that you are a dog? In order to find a reason to admit that you are a dog, I think you will be like this for the rest of your life!"

"You, don't talk nonsense, if you're really a super genius, fight with me!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng is right, if you are a man, you will fight!"

Zhou Ming looked at these three people and said slowly: "What's the benefit of me beating me with you? I am a super-grade genius to you, a target, and a person to surpass! But you are not even a fart in my eyes, what good is it for me to win a fart except to make myself stink!"

"You still dare to insult me?" said the warrior surnamed Feng in horror.

I didn't expect Zhou Ming to directly say that he wasn't even a fart.

"Just tell the truth!" Zhou Ming said, "It's very simple to do it with me, come up with the conditions that make my heart move, otherwise wouldn't it be self-inflicted if you get into trouble?"

"Conditions?" the three of them were slightly stunned.

"Don't you understand, it's very simple, just give me some benefits!" Zhou Ming mentioned the benefits, and immediately changed his expression, his face full of anticipation.

"Hahaha, it's really a person who was born in a small place!" The martial artist surnamed Feng, who finally reacted, understood what Zhou Ming meant.

"That's right, I'm from a small place! If you want to fight, you can come up with practical benefits!"

"Okay, isn't it just a little benefit, see that you stay at this door and don't dare to go in, do you have no money to buy a treasure weapon?" The martial artist surnamed Feng said loudly, "I don't care about a medium-grade treasure weapon, so let's do it, how about a fight of 200,000 yuan!"

Zhou Ming suddenly showed a disdainful look: "200,000?

If Zhou Ming came out of Baicheng just now, 200,000 was indeed a lot, but now he was a little hesitant about 1 million, and he didn't bother to take a look at 200,000.

"What kind of big money do you pretend, you can't even look down on 200,000 yuan? Then tell me how much money you have, and I will bet as much as you have!"

Zhou Ming finally showed a hint of interest, and then took out his remaining 1.2 million taels of gold.

"It took a lot just now, and that's all there is left! 1.2 million! Look at it!" Zhou Ming shook the golden ticket in his hand.

Seeing this 1.2 million taels of gold, the three people were stunned.

Didn't you say that Baicheng was very poor, how could Zhou Ming take out 1.2 million casually.

Even they can't get it.

"Why is this expression? If you weren't a little tight on money, it would be okay to bet three or five million, wouldn't you be too little!"

The martial artist surnamed Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he really couldn't take out so much money.

The three of them exchanged glances for a while, and then silently began to take out money.

It seems to be starting to scrape together money.

Zhou Ming glanced at the three of them very casually, waiting for their results, if he could get a million in one fight, he was also willing.