"You bully people, you bastard is too tough! You weren't so powerful yesterday!"
The junior sister rubbed her butt in grievance. The fall just now was not light.
"Peng Cheng made a breakthrough last night, and the three-foot Qi Wall has been completely cultivated. It is basically unbreakable by anyone below the seventh level."
Han Yun said calmly.
"That's it, little junior brother, you are so powerful now."
The junior sister's big eyes rolled around twice, then turned to Han Yun and said,
"Since junior brother has successfully cultivated, we won't bother you. Senior brother, let's take our leave."
After saying that, the junior sister took Peng Cheng's sleeve and ran outside.
Looking at their backs, Han Yun was a little curious. Normally, the junior sister would like to stay with him 24 hours a day for advice on martial arts practice. What happened today?
Forget it, I feel clean after leaving. I just want to exchange the achievement points accumulated during this period into spiritual energy to consolidate my state.
After Jun Ling'er took Peng Cheng and ran outside, Peng Cheng said quickly,
"I'm sorry, senior sister, I didn't mean to hurt you just now."
"Oh, it's all trivial, Peng Cheng. I came up with a good idea last night. Aren't you poor? I'll help you find a good way to make money. The money will come quickly."
"make money?"
Seeing Jun Linger's evil smile, Peng Cheng quickly covered his chest,
"Sister, I don't sell my art or my body."
"What are you thinking about?"
Jun Ling'er slapped a chestnut directly on Peng Cheng's head.
"Then what method of making money are you talking about?"
"Busting."
"...The chest is broken by a big stone?"
"Listen to me, let's go to the martial arts training ground yesterday. There are many people there. Let's set the stage and no matter who it is, they can come and beat you.
Whoever can defeat you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver.
But, if you can’t defeat him, you have to give us one tael of silver. Then we can split it fifty-fifty, how about it?”
"Ah? Let me get beaten."
"What are you afraid of? You have a three-foot Qi wall. No one below the seventh level can break it. How many seventh-level disciples are there among the third generation disciples? Do you think someone at the level of Senior Brother Hanshi will come and attack you?"
"hiss……"
Peng Cheng immediately thought this was a good idea.
"Look, you are also excited. When the time comes, no one can defeat you. Others will definitely ask, oh Peng Cheng, who taught you martial arts. Just say that it was taught by your senior brother, and then praise him.
Ichiban.
When the time comes, more people will come to ask Senior Brother for martial arts advice, will you and I be able to..."
The junior sister raised her eyebrows and smiled even more evilly.
"Yeah, what a great idea, kill three birds with one stone! You and I get money, senior brother can improve his reputation and receive gifts, and we can learn martial arts for nothing. Oh my god, senior sister, you are so smart, you deserve to be a fairy.
,awesome."
"Of course, you don't care who I am."
After deciding on a plan, the two sneakily ran towards the martial arts training ground.
After arriving at the martial arts training ground, there were more than a hundred disciples practicing martial arts here.
Seeing so many people, the junior sister was even more happy. She shouted,
"Come over and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by. There are good things to do here to make money for free. Come over here."
When she shouted, all the disciples were attracted and gathered around her.
"Isn't this Junior Sister Ling'er? What's the matter? Looking at you like this, are you trying to give us money?"
One of the disciples laughed.
Jun Ling'er is the youngest direct disciple of the Master. In addition to her good looks and lively and cheerful personality, she has a good reputation as a popular person in Zhaoxia Peak.
"Yes, it means giving out money, but whether you have the ability to get the money or not depends on you."
Jun Linger took out a money bag in her hand and weighed it.
"What's the situation? Junior Sister Jun please explain it clearly."
"It's very simple. Have you seen this junior brother? No matter who it is, as long as he can defeat him, he can take away ten taels of silver from me."
Jun Ling'er pointed to Peng Cheng beside her.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Peng Cheng remembered Jun Ling'er's explanation, and quickly put his hands on his hips, pretending to be rebellious, arrogant, and in need of a beating. His nostrils were turned upward. He didn't have to look at the person directly, but his expression was just bad.
Come and hit me" were written in big letters on his face.
"Hey, isn't this Peng Cheng? He was beaten yesterday and is he so arrogant today?"
"What's going on? Is this still Peng Cheng? Could it be that Junior Sister Jun found a substitute somewhere?"
"Hey, Junior Sister Jun, you told me earlier that I'm the best at beating Peng Cheng, so I'll do it first."
"Oh wait a minute!"
The junior sister stretched out her hand to stop everyone who was eager to try, and said,
"Let me be clear first. This is a gambling game. If you want to beat Peng Cheng, you have to give me one tael of silver first. If you defeat him, I will give you ten taels. If you can't defeat him, I'm sorry, but this tael of silver won't count.
If you return it, it will be regarded as the registration fee.”
"Ah? Are you still charging money?"
"Tsk, do you think that the good thing of picking up money for nothing can happen to you? There is no reason to just want to make money without taking the capital.
Besides, if you win, you can get ten taels of silver, but if you lose, you only get one tael of silver.
If you can't afford it, don't play. My aunt won't take care of you."
"Come here, I don't believe how difficult it is to beat Peng Cheng, it's just a tael of silver."
The tall disciple was the first to stand up yesterday.
"Junior sister Jun, if there are any rules, just make them clear."
"Of course there are rules. It's limited to three moves. If you can't defeat him with three moves, go ahead and replace him with the next person. Of course, Peng Cheng won't fight back. You can hit him as you like."
"Okay, I'll do it."
"I'll sign up too."
"Just for fun."
"Junior sister, this is my one tael of silver."
Soon more than thirty people paid. They were afraid that if they paid late, the people in front would beat Peng Cheng to death and they would not get ten taels of silver.
In fact, these disciples who have lived in the sect since childhood are too simple and have little social experience. In addition, Peng Cheng is usually very weak and can be bullied by anyone, so they are easily fooled.
Any smarter person would be able to tell that something is wrong. If a disciple who is usually weak suddenly becomes awesome, he either has a broken brain or he really has someone to rely on.
The first possibility is slim.
After collecting more than thirty taels of silver, the junior sister happily stepped aside and signaled that everyone could start.
The first one to appear was the tall disciple. He had the strength of mid-eighth grade, but he didn't know many martial arts. After all, he was just an ordinary disciple.
I saw his anger sinking into his Dantian, his leg strength instantly bursting out, and he punched Peng Cheng.
The fist rushed towards Peng Cheng in the blink of an eye with the sound of howling wind.
However, when the tall disciple came within a foot and a half of Peng Cheng, he felt as if he had been hit by an iron plate and was knocked away.
But Peng Cheng didn't move at all, as steady as Mount Tai.