"Haha" the old man laughed loudly and said, "Everyone in the world says that you are the eyes of the gods in this world, and I don't think so."
The man was dissatisfied and frowned and asked, "How do you say this?" As he spoke, there was some anger mixed in his words.
The old man said, "I am not the one who asks about the person who moves clouds and rain, I am the one who asks about the person who holds the sword."
After hearing what the person came said, Zixu looked at Zhou Rui on the stage, glanced at him and said, "Only."
"Hehe" said the old man: "I think your nickname for the divine eye is probably going to be out of reach today."
Zixu is not as old as the old man, about his early fifties, but he is not low-spirited. When he heard the old man say this, he became really angry and said, "Old man, don't spread rumors here. How can my nickname be a false reputation?"
The old man looked up and asked, "Then see who can win these two people?"
Zixu looked at a few more competitions on the ring carefully, touched his beard and said, "The eighth floor is this person who plays the clouds."
The old man shook his head and said, "I think it's this sword-holder."
"Don't you believe me?" Zixu was almost standing up. Zixu, who was irritable, would make people feel angry and turned red when they were excited. He was in his fifties and had a completely childlike personality.
The old man without power and Zixu were also old acquaintances, so he deliberately made things difficult for him and said, "I just don't believe it."
Zixu gritted his teeth in anger, but the old man without power was secretly proud. No one could understand Zixu's pulse better than the old man without power. "Are you willing to be generous?"
"What are you betting?" When he heard that Zixu had already taken the trap, the old man Wuquan knew that his plan had succeeded, and his eyes were also shining.
"Tell me!" Zixu didn't know that he was falling into the old man's condom.
The old man took out a martial arts book from his pocket and said, "I have the Heavenly-level martial arts, are you willing to bet?"
"Heavenly!" Zixu's voice seemed a little loud, which attracted the attention of several people around him. Zixu lowered his head and whispered: "Old man, you're a little bit open."
"I don't dare to say nonsense, I'm not afraid." The old man took his martial arts back into his arms and said, "My martial arts is what you have always wanted. After passing this village, there will be no store."
Zixu gritted his teeth with qi. At this moment, he realized that he was coming for something on his body. Although he knew that he had been fooled, Zixu also coveted the martial arts in the hands of the powerless old man for a long time, naturally he was unwilling to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Zixu glanced at Zhou Rui on the stage, and looked at Zhou Rui who was constantly being beaten on the field but had no effort to fight back. He said in his heart: "Although the bet is a bit big, I am really sure if I continue to bet like this."
Thinking of this, Zixu nodded and said, "You are smart, I have no right. Since you have already said it, let's make this bet, what do you think?"
The old man Wuquan smiled and said, "I won't take advantage of you either. Take this as an example. I bet that this young man can not only defeat the person who is in front of him, but also successfully enter the top ten!"
"Top ten?" Zixu, who had always been serious, suddenly laughed and said, "Do you want to give me this martial arts for free?"
The old man Wuquan squinted his eyes and said proudly: "Then don't worry, just think I'm so confused."
"Hmph" Zixu said, "You are so confused, you are still like a monkey at the age of 80."
The chat was very popular off the stage, and the fight was fierce on the stage.
Zhou Rui was trapped on the stage without any effort to fight back. While the two of them were talking, Zhou Rui had been punched by Liu Yingquan for more than ten punches. Although some could be avoided in time, some appeared behind him inexplicably and had no time to avoid him. Just after a while, Zhou Rui was completely suppressed and could not help.
"Damn it!" Zhou Rui gritted his teeth and said, "How can we break the way out with such a martial arts!"
Only Liu Yingquan could hear him, "How about I let you fall off the ring with three more punches?"
Zhou Rui was furious. He had never been teased like this since he practiced martial arts. He immediately shouted: "Okay!, within three moves, I, Zhou Rui, will let you fall out of the field!"
Suddenly, a punch came from behind him. Zhou Rui was ready to turn around and hit his fist with a sword, but saw a fist formed by rain that was half gone in the air by Zhou Rui.
Zhou Rui suddenly understood, no wonder he could hide his breath and let me find nowhere. It turned out that he had been hiding in this continuous drizzle. After understanding this truth, Liu Yingquan's moves were useless to Zhou Rui.
"Bang!"
Another punch was shot in the rain. Zhou Rui sneered, and his body suddenly flashed, and fires were everywhere around him. This was the new move that Zhou Rui fused. With one move, the fire splashed everywhere, illuminating the ring covered by dark clouds. The man sneered and said, "Since ancient times, there is no reason why fire can beat water." As soon as he said that, Liu Yingquan had already regretted it. The drizzle on the ring was burned into fog by the flames around Zhou Rui.
In the fog, Liu Yingquan let out a wail, and suddenly appeared to be a human figure and fell on the ring. Zhou Rui's eyes lit up, and rushed to Liu Yingquan's side with a quick step. The sword tip pointed directly at Liu Yingquan's neck and said, "The second move has passed, and there is still one move left!"
This episode was obviously a bit ridiculous, and he didn't take Liu Ying seriously at all.