Having lost four times in a row, Hou San finally couldn't sit still.

He walked to one side and made a phone call, "Boss, please come out of the mountain. Yes... I had to force myself to lose four games in a row. These more than 30 million are trivial matters.

But the information data that was just fed back to the background is very unfavorable to us.

If you win?

I think if the turtledove doesn't come out of the mountain, the winning chance is a little small, and we have already died four boxers, and the other party seems to be just sweating."

"Yes, if we cannot curb them in time and kill these two people who have smashed the situation, we may lose only 800 million in this fight."

"Okay, I understand the boss."

...Niu Er waited for a long time, but before he could not wait for the fifth boxing ring to come on the court. He couldn't help but feel a little lack of patience. He shouted to Hou San, "Hey, where are you?"

"Wait for a moment, and this moment is the only time you can survive. It's better to seize some opportunity."

Hou San's arrogant spirit came up again and said with a sneer at Niu Er.

Niu Er stared at Hou Lan for two seconds, and shouted in a muffled voice: "If the boss hadn't said anything first, I would have wanted to kill you first! Just speak well, sarcastic, you pretend to be your grandfather's pronounced legs."

Hou San was about to fight back, and glanced at the figure walking out from the backstage. He didn't bother to fight Niu Er and hurriedly met him, "Mr. Turtle Dove, I can't help but disturb you."

The one who walked out of it was a thin young man.

He seemed to be malnourished when he was a child, with deep eye sockets, thick dark circles, and his nose was like an eagle's beak, which looked particularly abrupt.

If such a face grows on a bird, it should be quite normal.

But when he put it on a human, he seemed to be more like a demon than the big monster Bull Demon King.

The young man who was called Mr. Turtle Dove by Hou San was particularly cold. He didn't say anything, but waved his hand and looked at Niu Er on the competition stage.

Bai Zhu also noticed this young man. Judging from Hou San's humble attitude, this man's status in the mammoth boxing ring should be quite high.

Hey! He is still a cultivator, in the foundation-building stage.

No wonder! After another glance, Atractylodes finally saw the difference between this young man.

He turned out to be a cultivator.

It has been ten years since I came to the world. This is the first time that Atractylodes met such a person.

But it is normal. In the ten years a few days ago, his divine power was suppressed and completely incapable. He was just an ordinary person.

Even if he missed these immortal cultivators, he might not be able to recognize them.

Niu Er also saw what Atractylodes can see.

He grinned and clenched his fists eagerly.

For the warlike monster, meeting an opponent who can beat twice is more exciting than meeting a beautiful woman.

The turtledo walked onto the stage coldly, staring at Niu Er with cold eyes, "How do you plan to die?"

Niu Er suddenly became a little impatient, "I wanted to have a good time with you, but why did you become so vulgar as soon as you get started? It's boring! It's too boring!"

"It's just an ordinary person. What can I have to talk about with you? Let's stretch your neck and die!"

Mr. Turtle Dove shouted coldly and took out a fan.

It can be seen that he should love beauty very much, and at this time, he did not forget to pose.

Niu Er's little interest just now disappeared.

He even beat the immortals, but was despised by an immortal cultivator.

With a long shout, Niu Er raised his fist and punched him out from the air.

Since the other party was a cultivator, Niu Er had a little bit of advanced play.

The fist wind roared out like a giant dragon, turning into two wild bulls running wildly, and the bull horns were clattering towards Mr. Turtle Dove with the sound of breaking the wind.

Mr. Turtle Dove's expression changed, his figure floated up lightly, and he waved the fan in his hand.

In an instant, countless silver lights of thin and weak cow hair hit the bulls made by the wind.

However, when the silver light meets the wild cow, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and even a wave of reaction is not stirred up.

Not only that, the two bulls did not slow down at all, and they still rushed towards Mr. Turtle Dove.

Mr. Turtle Dove couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He quickly walked in the air, jumped to the back of Niu Er, and danced quickly with the fan in his hand.

"You are slapping your grandpa's leg! Embroidery needle craftsmanship, what are you buying here?"

Niu Erji cursed in disdain and stomped on the competition stage with a sudden kick.

A huge wave of gluttonous wave suddenly rose into the air and surrounded Mr. Turtle Dove.

The bulls were chasing the soldiers in front and behind, and huge waves were blocked from behind.

Mr. Turtle Dove was blocked in the air, and it really made him look like Turtle Dove.

The key thing that shocked him was that his attack did not hurt this person at all.

He, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, could not cause any damage, which was almost impossible! Mr. Turtle Dove was a little difficult to understand. This strong guy, who was like a cow, seemed to be a cultivator, but he couldn't tell what his strength was.

This situation made Mr. Turtle Dove only think of one possibility.

That is, this guy's strength is much higher than him, so that he can suppress his current realm.

Mr. Turtle Dove, who was moving in the air and trying to find a breakthrough, suddenly heard a loud shout in his ear, "Down!"

Then, before he could react, his body fell rapidly and fell on the competition stage.

When he knew this, he suddenly realized that his leg was actually caught by this reckless man.

"The immortal cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage should taste very good. It's a pity that I have quit meat and fish, what a pity!"

Niu Er murmured.

Mr. Turtle Dove suddenly had a clever mind in his mind, and he suddenly thought of another possibility, "You...you...are you a monster?"

"I'm so fart! I think you look like a demon, your whole family is a demon!"

Niu Er shouted angrily, grabbed Mr. Turtle Dove's ankle, and threw Mr. Turtle Dove on the ground like a bean.

After five repeated repetitions, Mr. Turtle Dove... was silent.

This top boxer in the Mammoth Boxing Ring probably died like this.

"I'm also saying I'm a monster, are you looking so accurate?

Which eye can tell? I'm a person who has entered Journey to the West. Are they an ordinary person?"

Niu Er kicked Mr. Turtle Dove away with one kick, and still cursed angrily.

Bai Zhu looked at it calmly, feeling a little amused and crying.

Isn’t this guy, Niu Demon King, just a big monster? Why don’t you let others tell the truth? Is it discriminating against your own race?

After changing his pocket, Bai Zhu walked to Hou San again, "Money! Can you be more aware of it next time? It's very tiring to keep running like this."

Hou San's face was gray at this time, and there was a sign of heart disease.

The top boxer in the Mammoth Boxing Ring actually died like this.

Death too quickly.

Hou San couldn't believe his eyes and felt a little breathless.

It was not until Atractylodes spoke that he woke him up from his trance.

He waved his hand powerlessly, and Hou San asked someone to give the money to Bai Zhu, "Next time, next time..." He murmured several times next time, but there was no following.
Chapter completed!