C38 (1/2)

There are too many unpredictable things in the world. Just as he never knew when he would have to go to the toilet, Cang Fifteen and that beggar were having an even match.

You can't judge a book by its cover. You can't fight over the sea.” The short guy holding a bamboo stick that was even taller than him, who was dressed in rags, had a cheeky smile on his face, and gave off a faint stench, was called B 23, and was actually at the peak of the fifth level of the Innate realm.

B 23 pointed out with his bamboo cane, and like a water seeking flood dragon, it turned in a thousand twists and turns and landed on Cang Fifteen's shoulder.

The true qi within this staff had been completely restrained and gathered to erupt outwards at one point. Its strength surged past the waves in front of the stalls and was already in the Natal Opening Realm.

Even from far away, Chang Lou could sense the power of this move. He couldn't help but be startled. This guy was definitely not any weaker than Xu Daji, or even by quite a bit.

Nearby, Xu Gui smiled at Chang Lou, and said with a bit of bitterness and desolation, ”Looks like I didn't lose wrongly! Whichever one we meet, we will lose! ”

”However! I will definitely work even harder to catch up to you geniuses! ” Not long after his decadence, Xu Ku regained his pride and ambition, and set himself the direction and goal for his efforts.

Chang Lou gave a wry smile, stroking her grizzled hair. ”Is there such an old genius?”

”Eh!” Xu Zhi remained silent. The feeling that Chang Lou gave him was very weird. Sometimes he would grow old and sometimes he would be young. He couldn't figure him out at all.

”Interesting! However, the number of 'Ten and Five' was much higher than the number of 'One, Two, Three'! You can't win against me! ”

With an explosive shout, the two stunned spectators, Cang Fifteen Chang Lou and Xu Pi, were pulled back onto the stage.

There was a large bloody hole on Cang Fifteen's shoulder. Although his wound had already been sealed with his grey and misty Zhen Qi, the severe injuries still caused his face to turn pale.

”That depends on how we compete!” ”If you count them, which one can be compared to the first two or three?”

B 23 answered Cang Fifteen's question in a very funny way. His face was always smiling and laughing, making people feel very close and sunny. Of course, if there was no stench on him, he would be a foot or two taller and a little more handsome.

Although he was laughing, it was hard to guess and read his face. It wasn't that his shrewdness was that deep, but his face was really, really too dark. Of course, he still couldn't tell the color of his skin, but looking at his white, slender hands, we could roughly tell that he wasn't a ”black brother” but rather a ”artificial black” that was too inattentive to form.

”Why don't you admit defeat!” Even though he had the ability to defeat this ”Black One”, he would expose something that he did not want others to know about.

Everyone felt that a person with a low cultivation base like B 23 would not easily persuade him to surrender. This guy, who was dressed simply, but spoke very simply, gave them a very complicated condition.

”It's fine if you don't want me to fight, as long as you agree to a condition of mine. ”My condition is …”