Su Bei bullied Xiahou Guanyu's side, grabbed the collar of his battle suit, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Xiahou Guanyu was also stiff, he couldn't stop vomiting blood from his mouth, and still shouted: "Don't accept it!"

Su Bei smiled slightly, slammed a punch on his head, and asked, "Now, are you convinced?"

Xiahou Guanyu was ashamed and angry for a moment, he didn't expect Su Bei to be so unmartial and humiliate himself so much, but he still roared angrily: "Dissatisfied!"

"Bang!" Su Bei punched him in the head again, and continued to ask, "Do you accept it?"

"Not convinced!"

"Bang!

"Not convinced!"

"Bang!"

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However, Xiahou Guanyu's previous style was too domineering, even if he was beaten by Su Bei with a punch, no one felt pitiful to him, and they only hated that it was not themselves who beat him violently at this moment.

At this moment, a hoarse and distant voice suddenly sounded: "Enough, let's admit defeat." ”

Su Bei stopped and looked up at the pavilion where Xiahou Guanyu was standing, and at this moment, a burly monk wrapped in a black robe appeared there.

Not only was the monk covered in black robes, but there was also a layer of mist around his body, which made people feel eerie and intimidating.

Because Su Bei's eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, he can see through the dark fog and see the face of the black-robed monk clearly, and he is actually an old man who looks at the wolf and looks at the wolf.

"Shadow! I will never admit defeat! I am a dignified young master of Xiahou, how can I admit defeat to a rural cultivator! When I take a breather, I can fight again!"

After Xiahou Guanyu heard the voice of the black-robed old man, his head didn't move, but he roared loudly.

"Oh, so hard, then I'll continue!" Su Bei smiled, raised his fist, and was about to fight again.

"Wait!" the black-robed old man shouted undoubtedly.

Su Bei shook his head, didn't really fight, but smiled and waited for their next step.

The black-robed old man looked at Xiahou Guanyu, who was locked in his whole body qi by Subei, and persuaded him: "Young master, junior monk realm, you are not the opponent of this loose cultivator. I'm afraid that this casual cultivator already has the strength of your brother when he was a junior monk. ”

"My brother", Xiahou Guanyu's whole person was obviously stunned, and his face showed a complicated look.

In his mind, he thought of the figure that was always by his father's side, dressed in golden armor, and as heroic as the god of war.

The character he could only look up to since he was born, and his deeds and legends were constantly recited by those around him.

"No, how can a humble country cultivator be compared to my brother!"

Bang!

"A mouthful of humility, a mouthful of rural casual cultivation, I really think that I am a bodhisattva in the mud in the temple of the ancient monk in the first lineage, and I can't beat you to death without half a point of anger?"

An old fist in northern Jiangsu, beating Xiahou Guanyu with seven meat and eight vegetarians, even if the flesh is unparalleled, it can be called a treasure body, and it is gradually a little unbearable.

In particular, Northern Jiangsu does not fight other places, but greets people at the door, this way of seriously hurting dignity is even more torturous to the soul than to the body.

Xiahou Guanyu struggled to drum up a remnant of his qi, trying to get out of the current passive situation, but Su Bei seemed to be grabbing the collar of his battle shirt lightly, but in fact, it locked the qi in his whole body, making it completely useless for him to struggle more.

"Young man, be forgiving and forgiving. If you don't stop here, you can also have a good relationship with my Xiahou universe!"

The hoarse voice of the black-robed old man sounded again, and although his tone was still very calm, anyone could hear the threat in it.

The strength in Su Bei's hand was well controlled, he heard Qin Chaiyue's divine sense transmission, and knew that this shadow guard would only strike when Xiahou Guanyu encountered a life and death crisis, so although every punch seemed to be very heavy, but in fact, he left three points of strength so as not to hurt his life.

As long as it doesn't hurt Xiahou Guanyu's life, the old man in the black robe won't shoot directly. The reason is that Qin Chaiyue's shadow guard must also be present, and Xiu Wei and the black-robed old man are between Bozhong; secondly, now after all, it is a gambling fight, as long as Xiahou Guanyu does not admit defeat, the gambling fight will not end, no matter how Subei fights, there are no bad rules, if the black-robed old man makes a rash move, the high-ranking monks of the Treasure Pavilion and even the Holy Sword City will definitely not sit idly by, so he has to be afraid.

Su Bei said with an innocent face: "Your young master doesn't admit defeat, and I can't help it, I can only fight, is it difficult for me to admit defeat? ”

After speaking, he punched Xiahou Guanyu in front of him.

The black-robed old man was shrouded in mist, and others couldn't see the change in his expression, but Su Bei obviously saw that the corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally, and his expression was gloomy, as if he had moved to kill.

"If you move the killing intent, you will move the killing intent, Liang Zi has already settled, even if you immediately release Xiahou Guanyu now and apologize, it is impossible to be good, then I am afraid that he will do something", Su Bei thought in his heart.

At this moment, Su Bei's ears sounded the voice of the black-robed old man's divine sense: "Young man, you can lock the young master's qi and throw him off the stage, so that the young master will not admit defeat, and this battle will naturally be won by you." ”

Su Beiyi replied: "It's easy to say, but why should I listen to you?

Su Bei had an idea and decided to scavenge some benefits from the black-robed old man first.

After all, a great monk who is at least an emperor-level monk, and the entire Xiahou universe is behind him, there will definitely be no less treasures on his body.

After arriving in the Holy Sword City, Su Bei found more and more that he was lacking in materials, and he would not let go of this excellent opportunity to extort a sum of money.

Yuanshi will have it, and there will be magic weapons, Su Bei said with a smile in his heart.

The old man in the black robe's voice became gloomy, implying murderous intent: "Young man, if you don't want to die tragically in the future, hurry up and do what the old man says!"

Su Bei grabbed the collar of Xiahou Guanyu's battle suit, looked up at the black-robed old man standing upstairs in the pavilion, smiled, and slammed another punch on Xiahou Guanyu's face. The strength of this punch was so strong that it knocked Xiahou Guanyu unconscious directly.

"I'm not scared, old man. If it's no good, I don't mind beating the young master of your family for three days and three nights, as long as he doesn't admit defeat, I'll keep beating him, anyway, my son has time. Su Bei said viciously.

"Okay, count yourself ruthless! What benefits do you want, you say, if the old man can do it, he will definitely satisfy you. ”

The old man in the black robe saw that Subei did not accept the threat, so he had to compromise temporarily.

Su Bei thought about it, winked at the black-robed old man, and said: "I'm not greedy, you see that I'm still wearing animal skins, and I don't even have a decent piece of clothing, so you can just give me ten or eight pieces of heaven-level battle clothes." ”