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Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters gambling

Yue Laosan sneered coldly.

"Hahaha, little brat, I think you're desperate. You dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of your grandfather."

But after he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something and began to observe around Zhou Xuan. After watching for a while, he danced happily, as if he had picked up the most precious treasure in the world, and said.

"You have long hands, kyphosis, not old, and a man, you are really a martial arts master. Look, isn't my hind brain like you?"

As he said that, he turned around and wanted Zhou Xuan to see the back of his brain.

Zhou Xuan was not interested in watching it, but he just thought that Yue Lao San was quite interesting.

He looked at the irritable Yue Laosan and then felt relieved of his rudeness just now.

Yue Laosan turned his head with a smile and said to Zhou Xuan.

"Our Nanhai faction has always had a rule that every generation is a single inheritance and can only accept one disciple. My dead disciple, "Little Evil God", Sun Sanba, has a far better brain bone than you. He died very well, so that I would not kill him with my own hands, so that I could accept you as a disciple."

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said.

"You're wrong."

For Duan Yu's sake, he decided to help Yue Laosan so that no one would discipline him and his sins would become deeper and deeper.

Yue Laosan said in a slight frightened manner.

"I'm wrong? What am I wrong?"

Zhou Xuan explained.

"The fate of master and apprentice I mentioned is not that I worship you as my teacher, but that you worship me as my teacher."

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling behind him were completely stunned after hearing this. They never expected that Zhou Xuan had such an idea.

After hearing this, Yue Laosan couldn't help but widen his eyes and said.

"What?! What are you kidding!"

Zhou Xuan looked at Yue Laosan and said.

"I'm not kidding. If you don't believe it, let's make a bet. If you can hurt a piece of my hair within three moves today, I will take you as your teacher. Otherwise, you will take you as your teacher. If you don't obey the bet, I will kill you with my own hands."

Yue Laosan pointed at himself and said.

"You kill me? Hahaha, this is such a big joke! You, a stinky brat, still want to kill me, so you don't have a big dream of spring and autumn."

He said with a proud face on his waist.

"But I won't bully your master, I'll let you take a move. If you hurt a piece of my hair within three moves, I will take you as your teacher. Otherwise, you will take me as your teacher, and I will convince you."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"That's what you said."

Yue Laosan squinted his eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, I said."

He still likes Zhou Xuan, the apprentice, and is very suitable for being his apprentice in all aspects.

But the next moment, Zhou Xuan raised his hand slightly to Yue Laosan, and a huge suction force suddenly emerged. With a "swish", Yue Laosan didn't even have the chance to resist and was sucked into his hand and grabbed it tightly.

Yue Laosan said with a tight glaring at Zhou Xuan.

"Hmm?! What kind of kung fu are you doing? Is it the legendary dragon-catching skill!"

The Dragon Capture is one of the rare magical skills in the world that can capture objects from a distance and have extremely powerful attack power. You can ignore the weight of the objects you take and take them to attack the enemy at will, making the enemy unable to defend.

The Dragon Capture is a magical skill that has been lost to the Beggar Gang for a hundred years. The martial arts secrets have always been there, but unfortunately no one has mastered it until Xiao Feng of the Beggar Gang practiced this magical skill.
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