"Hmph... Boy, do you know that even your grandfather would not dare to say such a thing to me." Wu Qiujun snorted coldly and said in a conspiratorial tone.
Wu Qiujun's cultivation level is indeed higher than that of Xu Wenchuan, but it is only a first level. Wu Qiujun's attempt to defeat Xu Wenchuan by taking advantage of this is also fanciful.
"You are so shameless! You dare to compare with my grandpa even though you have such little skills. Don't make me laugh out loud!"
"Bad Taoism?" Being looked down upon by a young boy like Wan Dong, no matter how well-educated Wu Qiujun is, it's hard not to be angry. What's more, Wu Qiujun is the most narrow-minded and has no ability at all. The words spoken at this time were like the cold wind blowing from the North Pole, so cold that it made one's teeth chatter.
"What, you're not convinced?"
"I don't need to tell you whether you are convinced or not. You can ask your grandpa!"
Wandong turned around and glanced at Xu Wenchuan, only to see that Xu Wenchuan's brows were about to stand up like the character "Sichuan", and his face and eyes were full of indescribable depression. The feeling of being ridden on the neck by a villain is really not an ordinary discomfort.
"What am I asking my grandfather for? If you are not convinced, you can make a bet with me."
"What kind of bet?" Wan Dong has that kind of ability. No matter how high your cultivation level is or how awesome your status is, there will always be a way to control your nose. Wandong's words and deeds all revealed an indescribable provocation, which made Wu Qiujun's teeth itch with hatred, and his reason was slowly eroded by anger.
When Wu Qiujun asked this question, Wan Dong's mouth immediately showed a rather mysterious smile, which made Duan Lengyan's heart sink suddenly, and an extremely uneasy feeling arose deep in her heart.
Wandong looked calm, as if he was not facing Wu Qiujun, who had an unpredictable level of cultivation, but just a servant in the palace. This kind of demeanor and style were really eye-catching. Wu Daozi and Xu Wenchuan were both amazed, especially Xu Wenchuan, who almost couldn't recognize his grandson.
"Old thief, tell me, how many moves can I hold in my grandfather's hands?"
Wu Qiujun pursed his lips, his face full of contempt, and said coldly, "Although your grandfather's cultivation is very poor, he can still kill you with one move."
Wandong smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, an old thief, are so old that your eyes are not yet dim. You are right. I can't even catch one of my grandfather's moves, but I can catch three of your moves." !”
"Fart! You can't even catch one of your grandpa's moves, but you said you can catch three of my moves. Are you out of your mind?" Wandong's words made Wu Qiujun so angry that his beard and hair became swollen. stood up together.
"Whether my brain is flooded or not, you will know after you bet with me once. What do you think, do you have the guts?"
Wandong's words made Wu Daozi and Xu Wenchuan immediately nervous. They had personally experienced Wu Qiujun's cultivation level. Let alone three moves, Wan Dong couldn't handle even one-third of them.
"Yao Ting..." Xu Wenchuan couldn't help but want to persuade Wandong to stop him from doing anything wrong.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Wandong rushed to say, "Grandpa, don't worry! If I can't even take the three moves of this old thief, am I still worthy of being your grandson? Besides, I really am I can’t stand the people from the Tie Zhan Dynasty showing off their power in the territory of our Qingyun Empire, so I will teach him a profound lesson today!”
"But… "
"Nothing to worry about, my grandson has made up his mind. Grandpa, just cheer for me to sweep the formation!"
Looking at the tall grandson in front of him, with a firm expression and soaring courage, Xu Wenchuan seemed to see the shadow of his own youth in him, and a deep sense of relief flowed throughout his body in an instant.
"What's up, old thief, do you want to bet or not?" Wan Dong pointed at Wu Qiujun, his sword eyebrow flying into his mane, and his momentum almost suppressed Wu Qiujun.
"Boy, what if you can't catch my three moves?" Wu Qiujun said with a ferocious expression.
"If you can't take me, your life will be yours, what else can you do?" Wandong didn't even think about it.
Xu Wenchuan opened his mouth and wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't even have the slightest chance.
"Okay! Senior brother, your precious grandson originally had one year to live, but now it seems that his life will come to an end today." Wu Qiujun said to Xu Wenchuan with a sinister smile.
Before Xu Wenchuan could reply, Wan Dong shouted loudly, "But old thief, what if I catch three of your moves?"
"You're about to die, and you're still daydreaming. Okay, if you can take my three moves, you can do whatever you want!"
Wan Dong smiled evilly and said, "I didn't expect that you, an old thief, can be considered a happy person. Well, I think you have good qualifications and are a promising talent. If you lose, you will become my Apprentice."
"Little beast, what did you say!?" When Wu Qiujun heard this, his whole body exploded, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in public, and his face was unprecedentedly ugly.
Xu Wenchuan couldn't help but burst out laughing, sighing in his heart that his precious grandson really dared to think and speak. Letting a super master of the ninth level of Qi become his apprentice is really not an ordinary promising thing.
Tang Xinyi couldn't help but laugh, especially when she saw Wu Qiujun's snow-white hair and beard, and when she saw Wandong's careless look, she couldn't help laughing. Looking at the entire continent, there are probably only one pair of masters and disciples like this.
"Old thief, what are you shouting for? You have made a lot of money from this bet. If I lose, my life will be lost, but if you lose, you will get a good master out of thin air. Good things like this in the world, but It’s rare, but since I bumped into you, you should just have some fun.”
Wandong said it playfully, but Xu Wenchuan couldn't laugh anymore. His grandson was risking his life, and as a grandfather, he naturally couldn't laugh.
"Xu Wenchuan, this is your precious grandson seeking death. Don't blame me!" Wu Qiujun finally understood. He could only humiliate himself by arguing with Wandong, so he turned and shouted at Xu Wenchuan.
Xu Wenchuan opened his mouth and frowned tightly, but he couldn't say a word.
Wan Dong rushed to say, "Okay, old thief, do you dare to bet? Give me a happy word!"
"Good boy, if there is a road to heaven, you won't take it, but if there is no door to hell, you will go through it! It doesn't matter, I will show my kindness today and send you back to the west. I just bet on three moves, and you can take action!"
Wan Dongchong gave Wu Qiujun a thumbs up and praised, "You still have some heroic spirit. Today I just learned a set of swordsmanship. It will open your eyes and let you understand that you should recognize me as your master." , you don’t suffer at all!”
After saying that, Wandong turned to look at Tang Xinyi and said, "Hey, don't always keep a straight face. It's me who's gambling with your life now, not you. Lend me your sword."
Tang Xinyi looked at Wan Dong, who was completely calm and calm, and felt a little dizzy. She thought to herself, "What on earth is going on with this kid? Does he really not know how powerful this old man in front of him is?"
This was the first time that Tang Xinyi saw someone looking for death act so... so coolly. Yes, Tang Xinyi really didn't want to use the word 'chic' on Xu Yaoting, but at this time she found that except for these two words, there was no other more suitable word to describe Xu Yaoting at this time. (To be continued)