The little beggar who was watching did not expect that the target of the blame would be turned against him, and he couldn't help but secretly cursed Zhou Xiaodu for being a wicked ghost. Despite the iron-legged fairy's sinister gaze, he finally lost in the tears of the girl's begging.

With the sound of rain, in the dark corner, the thin little beggar stood up, nodded, and looked at Zhou Xiaodu firmly, "I ask you to save her." After all, he is a normal person, and it is difficult for him to be like Zhou Xiaodu.

He is so hard-hearted that he can save lives and watch weak women fall into the hands of gangsters.

Zhou Xiaodu had a casual attitude and said in a brisk tone: "But do you know who she is? Do you know who that ugly monster is? Do you know what you are involved in? Do you know what consequences you will suffer?

?You don’t know anything, but you say you want to save her.”

The little beggar frowned and showed a puzzled expression, "It is better to save someone than to miss something. Isn't it human nature to pity the weak and hate gangsters?" The implication is that Zhou Xiaodu's selfish and indifferent thinking logic is incredible.

Zhou Xiaodu neither refuted nor agreed, but nodded slightly and said to the iron-legged fairy: "Did you hear that? This little brother wants to save this girl, and we don't want to take your goods in vain. Why not?

In front of me, you two have made an agreement, and I will be the witness..."

The iron-legged fairy stared, "What agreement?"

Little beggar:...I have an ominous premonition.

"I don't think this little brother is a martial artist. Otherwise," Zhou Xiaodu said in a manly voice, "If he can take three of your moves and still stand still, even if he wins, this girl will stay, and you

In the future, you are not allowed to use this matter as an excuse to cause trouble for this little brother; if he gives up midway or falls to the ground, then it will be considered that you are excellent in martial arts, and he has no right to stop you from taking this girl away, and I

, I won’t interfere. How about it? Sounds fair, right?”

The little beggar was about to cry but had no tears: I knew it...you wicked ghost!!! I really don't know how to do martial arts!!!

He never imagined that when he kindly asked passers-by to take shelter from the rain, he would attract a white-eyed wolf. He was obviously very skilled in martial arts, but he deliberately dug a hole for himself to jump in! It's like eating melon seeds and eating bugs - everyone (benevolent) has it

!His grandma’s!

Of course, Zhou Xiaodu had his own motives. After all, she was the best in martial arts. She was confident, so she simply took the opportunity to test the young man's strength. If she hadn't seen that the young man was weak and skinny, she would have reported "ten moves"

"It's...

In addition to the previous statement made by the weird thing who called himself "the system", although she couldn't quite understand it, she could guess that this humble little beggar should be the so-called "son of destiny". Therefore, Zhou Xiaodu began to treat him

More interested.

"Since neither of you has expressed your opinion, it means that you have agreed by default." She threatened in a friendly manner, "In that case, according to the rules of the world, let's make an oath!"

Seeing her contemptuous and childish attitude, Iron Leg Immortal felt that he was a well-known figure in the world, but now he was treated like a monkey by a arrogant man. He was so angry that his face became distorted, looking more like the bark of an old tree.

The muscles on his face were beating repressedly, and his big yellow fangs also reflected his anger, "I, the Iron-Legged Immortal, am considered a prominent figure in the world, how dare you tease me like this?"

Zhou Xiaodu couldn't help but look confused and asked: "I'm trying to help you step down! Why don't you appreciate it?"

"You feel shameless when I ask you to fight with a little beggar. How about you fight with me?" She slowly rolled up her sleeves with a sincere expression, revealing her fair and thin forearms. "Let me explain in advance, I am a very rude person.

, it’s easy to act carelessly and lose your sense of proportion. I think you are disabled. If this makes things worse, don’t blame me."

The Iron-legged Immortal looked at the fist opposite him and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. The self-esteem that he had just barely raised suddenly died down, "Forget it, what you said is not unreasonable, so be it...I, the Iron-legged Immortal, opened my teeth."

, I swear here today that if I cannot defeat this little beggar within three moves, I will give up this item today and never cause trouble to this little beggar again..."

Zhou Xiaodu stretched out his finger and added: "If you violate this oath, you will never get up from now on, and you will have no descendants!"

The Iron-Legged Fairy's face twitched, and he cursed the boy for being vicious in his heart, but he was forced to repeat it honestly, and then turned to look at the little beggar in the corner, urging him to swear by his eyes.

The little beggar was speechless, feeling that he had been clearly arranged...

Seeing his hesitation, Iron Leg Immortal said angrily: "What's the matter? Do you want to go back on your word?!"

The little beggar pursed his lips and followed his example and swore an oath, "...from now on I will never have any children or grandchildren."

The iron-legged fairy was then willing to give up, and then raised his fist to attack, catching the little beggar by surprise.

The little beggar ducked in panic, and the Iron Legged Fairy turned to use his palm as a blade to attack his fragile neck. The wind was strong, but fortunately the little beggar was surprisingly flexible and turned around to dodge.

An arm was cut off by a hand blade.

"You... don't follow martial ethics..." the little beggar accused, enduring the severe pain. He covered his arms and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The iron-legged fairy opened his big teeth and laughed strangely twice, and the wrinkles on his face stretched like chrysanthemums. "It's called waiting for the opportunity to strike first. This is a lesson I'm giving you, grandpa, don't thank me."

Zhou Xiaodu, who was watching, showed some admiration and commented: "Although it is despicable, it is very useful." Then, she waved to the frightened little gray dog ​​next to the two people, "Little Huihui, come here."

The little gray dog ​​was very humane and cleverly circled half a circle and fell into Zhou Xiaodu's arms. Zhou Xiaodu hugged the dog in a good mood, stroked its furry head, and then looked at the girl in green beside him, "You

Guess who among them will win?"

The girl in green frowned, her eyes were deep, and she looked like she didn't want to talk to Zhou Xiaodu. Of course, even if she wanted to say it, her mouth was blocked.

Zhou Xiaodu kept to himself and said sarcastically, "Don't worry, it's just three moves, the results will come soon, girl, don't worry."

On the other side, the Iron-Legged Fairy quickly used his second move, and the palm force went straight to the little beggar's chest. The little beggar raised an arm to protect his heart to block the opponent's palm. Unexpectedly, the man was hit by seven or eight points.

His strength was not something that a boy who had never learned martial arts could handle. He was beaten back on the spot, his back hit the wall, and his arms were all in pain.

The internal force that had not been discharged hit his lungs, and the little beggar opened his mouth and vomited blood.

Zhou Xiaodu raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise in his eyes: From the number of enemy routes to the ability to withstand blows, they were all equally weak. From the looks of it, this kid had no hidden clumsiness, but was just a little sharper than ordinary people in terms of perception. Maybe

It was a trait developed through many years of wandering, and she became suspicious...

The poor little beggar was in so much pain that he couldn't even raise his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He leaned against the wall softly, like a wilted bean sprout.

Zhou Xiaodu's heart was watered by molten iron, and his kindness and compassion had long since disappeared. Seeing his miserable state, his interest was still undiminished, and he raised his voice with a half-smile, "Only the last trick left!"
Chapter completed!