As long as you defeat this kid, you can get a Tsukidan without much effort, why not do it!

"Damn, don't rob me. The other monks reacted and scrambled to the ring.

"Hmph!" At the top of the ring, a deacon who had built a ninth floor looked coldly at these disciples who had come to the stage. "Get on one by one, and get out of here with the rest. ”

This loud shout made those outer disciples who continued to surge up honestly retreat, and in the end, only a lewd-looking child with a height of less than one meter was left in the ring.

Zhu Ganglie was depressed for a while, and the person opposite him had a childish face, although he was a little obscene, he was too young.

Even such a little kid dares to challenge him, and he really can't do it when he Zhu Ganglie is a paper paste.

"Kid, go down by yourself! brother won't bully you. ”

The immature-looking child was so angry that he said angrily in an old-fashioned voice: "Boy, you are blind, the old man is already sixty years old." ”

Zhu Ganglie blinked his eyes, looked at the child opposite in disbelief, and couldn't tell that this girl was an old man in his sixties.

But listening to the voice, it was really the voice of an old man, "Are you sure you are over sixty?"

"Nonsense, old man, I've been in the outer gate for thirty years, and who doesn't know me. "A child who is less than a meter tall is not a child.

His name is Wang Yufeng, and when he was young, he accidentally ate a poisonous fruit, but his body never grew anymore, and he always maintained the appearance of being twelve years old.

Although he later began to cultivate, this body could never be changed.

"Don't laugh at the old man, boy, or you'll die a miserable death. ”

Zhu Ganglie was speechless for a while, to be honest, he still sympathized with this little old man.

After all, who doesn't want to be a normal person, but sympathy is sympathy, and he doesn't plan to release water. "You'd better throw in the towel! You're really no match for me. ”

At this time, under the stage, Zhu Gongzi and Hou Fatzi shouted again, and then began to promote how powerful Wang Yufeng was.

I don't know how they knew about Wang Yufeng's situation, anyway, after some explanation, many disciples gasped.

This little old man, Wang Yufeng, actually killed the demon of the Monster Refining Realm, which is not something that ordinary monks can do.

In the outer door, there will be no more than ten people who can do it, but I didn't expect this little old man to be one of them.

Soon, the proportion of bets came out, buying the little old man to win, one to one, and buying Zhu Ganglie's one to win was 0.5.

As soon as this ratio appeared, it caused dissatisfaction among the outer disciples who placed bets.

Among them, someone asked, this Wang Yufeng is so powerful, why is the odds higher than Zhu Ganglie?

Zhu Gangzi's answer was also very reasonable, so Zhu Ganglie defeated Bai Shuiling, no matter what the means, but he did win, so the odds were low.

And although the little old man Wang Yufeng once had an amazing record, it was the first time he was on stage in today's ring, so the odds were one to one.

"What the hell, will you sit in the bank? Two stupid hats, this time I will kill you. "An outer disciple took out a thousand spirit stones to suppress the little old man.

With the first beginning, soon there were many outer disciples who bet, and as before, they all bought the little old man.

And the one who bought Zhu Ganglie was still the old man in the body refining realm, and he was still the Ten Spirit Stones.

"Two senior brothers, can the younger brother place a bet?" At this time, Zhou Yundong walked over and looked at Zhu Zhuzi and Hou Fatzi with the solicited opinions.

The outer disciples present, the three of them knew Zhu Ganglie's strength best.

Zhu Zhuzi glanced at him, and secretly said: "Senior Brother Yundong, don't mess up, you can buy it if you want, but you can only buy the little old man to win, and then double it will be returned." ”

Hou Fatzi smiled very cooperatively: "This junior brother, we are sitting in the bank, so naturally you are welcome to buy bets." ”

Zhou Yundong smiled: "The little brother bought it, this Zhu Ganglie looked like an abused goods, a fool bought him, and the little brother wanted to buy Wang Yufeng for a thousand ・・・・・・."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhu Zhuzi and Hou Fatzi with black faces, and immediately changed his words: "Buy Wang Yufeng's 100 spirit stones!"

Zhu Zhuzi breathed a sigh of relief, if he returned a thousand spirit stones, he would be a little heartbroken, and a hundred spirit stones could still accept it, after all, this Zhou Yundong was also his own person.

In order to let Zhu Gongzi and others have time and attract more bets, Zhu Ganglie can drag it out, until the little old man is impatient.

"Boy, if you don't fight, if you don't fight, you will admit defeat. ”

"That's not good, although you're not a child, but you're also an old man! I can't bully the old man! Or you might as well admit defeat! I don't have to wait for me to hurt you." ”

The little old man's head was big for a while, "What the hell, it's really an old man to bully!"

A crutch appeared in his hand, and a black gas wrapped around it.

"Suffer death!"

The little old man didn't want to waste time, so he jumped violently, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped more than 20 meters, and then slammed down towards Zhu Ganglie.

Zhu Ganglie sneered, and when the little old man's crutches were about to hit him, he pretended to avoid it dangerously.

"Old man, I don't bully the old man, let you make three moves. ”

The little old man gritted his teeth in anger, "Boy, you are looking for death." ”

I saw that the crutches in his hand seemed to be alive, and under his drive, they flew towards Zhu Ganglie, and streams of black gas seeped out, making Zhu Ganglie feel a little palpitating.

Zhu Ganglie didn't dare to slack off, and kept dodging, but this crutch was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he chased him wherever he went.

In desperation, Zhu Ganglie had no choice but to slap the storage bag, take out a mace, and hit the crutches hard.

The strength of tens of thousands of catties deformed the crutches, but it quickly recovered.

The little old man sneered, a boy is a teenager, and he didn't know how powerful his poisonous miasma was.

Although his poisonous miasma is only a top-grade spiritual weapon, the poisonous miasma attached to it can corrupt most spiritual weapons.

This kid actually shook his poisonous miasma with a weapon, isn't this looking for death?

When Zhu Ganglie just wanted to give this hateful crutch a few more blows, he suddenly felt numb in his palms, and immediately threw away the mace in his hand.

The mace that fell to the ground was constantly corroded by the black gas, and soon all the aura was lost.

"What's going on?"

"Hehe, this poisonous miasma of the old man is made of ten thousand poisonous miasma and poisonous god wood, even if it is a low-grade magic weapon, he does not dare to shake its edge. ”

The little old man Wang Yufeng was very proud, "Boy, you admit defeat! The old man won't hurt you." ”

Zhu Ganglie frowned, he originally wanted to have a few tricks with this little old man, so he pretended to be lucky and narrowly defeated the other party.

I didn't expect this little old man to really have two ideas, and when his mind was spinning, he had a plan.

"Little old man, the three moves have been conceded, and next, I have to do my best. ”

Wang Yufeng frowned, he was very dissatisfied with this kid's ignorance, this time he came to power, mainly for the sake of Bai Shuiling's promise to build the foundation.