I'm picking up waste in fairyland

Chapter 656 Bet
Sui Guan looked at Zhao Dongli's eyes and was still unconvinced. He was amused, picked up the soft gun he used just now, held it in his hand, and looked at Zhao Dongli: "If I say that I can use this soft gun to blow the wall Get pierced, do you believe it?"

Zhao Dongli shook his head like a drum: "I don't believe it."

Sui Guan clapped his palms. Although the tip of the soft gun in his hand was made of iron, it was only a short piece. But how thick is the wall of the martial arts hall?At least three meters thick, how can this be pierced?
Sui Guan smiled slyly: "Then let's make a bet, if I can penetrate, your martial arts will belong to me, if I lose."

Zhao Dongli said, "If you lose, join Dongli Martial Arts!"

"Okay, it's a deal, Mr. Li and all the disciples here are witnesses!" Sui Guan and Zhao Dongli made a bet in a few words. Before Mr. Li even had time to organize, the two clapped their hands three times.

Sui Guan looked at Mr. Li triumphantly: "Hey, the bet has been made, and it's useless to go back on it."

Grandpa Li looked at Sui Guan's hand, and it was blocked in his chest in one breath. He couldn't go up and down, and the old man was clutching his chest. It was obvious that he had a heart attack.

Sui Guan was already prepared, patted the old man's back with one hand, and used his true energy to relieve old man Li's body, and soon, old man Li's breathing returned to normal.

"Master, can you cancel this bet because I know Master Pan? The Li family is all dependent on this martial arts gym to survive." Mr. Li began to cry as he spoke. Very poor.

Zhao Dongli stood up from the ground unconvinced, trying to pull up his gun, and tried hard for a minute, but the gun didn't move at all.

"Old man, why do you think he will win? Even if he is senior, the wall is not a joke. It is three meters thick and made of the hardest bricks."

Mr. Li glanced at Zhao Dongli with the eyes of an idiot: "I wouldn't be surprised if I pierced the wall with my fingers, that's Pan..."

Sui Guan clapped his hands, pushed away the unconvinced Zhao Dongli, and walked towards the wall with a soft gun.

Mr. Li hurriedly followed, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When he passed Zhao Dongli, his crutch hit Zhao Dongli's foot hard.

Zhao Dongli screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to have any resentment towards Mr. Li, so he could only quietly follow behind the two of them. Zhang Bai walked to the wall and stopped, and Zhao Dongli's disciples also surrounded him spontaneously. In the circle, Sui Guan, Mr. Li and Zhao Dongli are all in the center.

"Look carefully, although it is said to be a moon stick, a year's knife, a lifetime gun, you are using the wrong direction." Sui Guan swung one arm, and the soft gun seemed to have a soul, and it stuck to the wall at the last moment superior.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The soft gun stabbed again and again, and the dense shadow of the gun made people wonder how many times it was stabbed.

Afterwards, Sui Guan put away his gun and stood still. Although Mr. Li was sure that Sui Guan would win, he was still a little puzzled when he saw that the wall seemed to be intact.

Zhao Dongli had been anxiously watching Sui Guan shoot out his gun, but when he saw that there was no movement on the wall, he jumped out excitedly: "Hahaha, I won, don't forget the bet, in the future you He is from the Dongli Martial Arts Academy!"

Sui Guan shrugged his shoulders and blew a breath towards the wall. Although this breath was soft, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The entire wall fell down one after another.

Zhao Dongli was full of surprises and doubts. He threw himself in front of the wall, checked it, and found that there was indeed no problem with the wall. He turned his head slowly, with an expression on his face that seemed to be crying and smiling: "This, this is not true. .”

Sui Guan put the tip of the gun to his mouth, blew a breath, and threw it gently. The soft gun went straight into the wall. Zhao Dongli was stunned. Standing in the gap in the wall, he stuck his head out. Sure enough, That soft gun penetrated the three-meter-thick wall.

"How is this possible." Zhao Dongli sat on the ground slumped. A while ago, he was still the owner of the martial arts gym, and everyone in the martial arts gym wanted to listen to him, but within a minute, the martial arts hall was named after other people.

Sui Guan smiled relaxedly: "Why are you in a hurry, anyway, it is the property of the Li family. Oh, sorry, his surname is now Sui."

Mr. Li nodded, his face once again calm: "Okay, it seems that you have no regard for the feelings of the previous generation."

"Love?" Sui Guan was very puzzled, and repeated in his mouth: "Love? Hahaha, it's so funny, you actually told me about love!"

Sui Guan looked at Mr. Li fiercely, with resentment on his face: "What is the ancient martial arts family like now? Why don't you come out to talk about love? Where were you when Heishanzhai wanted to destroy Miaozhai? Now I read my After the marksmanship, do you think of Mr. Miao's hard work?"

Sui Guan condescendingly put his palm on Mr. Li's shoulder: "Your affection is really cheap."

"Wait!" Seeing that Sui Guan was about to leave, Mr. Li became anxious and stopped him.

Sui Guan didn't look back and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"You, what do you want to do next? Isn't this enough?"

Sui Guan looked around at the disciples, and the disciples looked at Sui Guan eagerly, still waiting for his disposal.

"My goal, of course, is not limited to these two small martial arts schools. I have already recorded the bet just now. If you want to play tricks, you can do it." Sui Guan took out a small recording pen and confirmed that Mr. Li could read it. After clearing, he turned around and walked outside the door. The last target was, surprisingly, Qianlong Martial Arts Hall.

"Where is your gym master?" Sui Guan walked to the last goal of this trip, outside the gate of Qianlong Martial Arts Gym, and there were two strong disciples guarding the gate.

One of them snorted coldly, and responded: "The owner of the hall is out. If you want to sign up, wait until next year. The number of disciples recruited this year is already full!"

Sui Guan nodded, it seemed to be another "hard bone", but it didn't matter, what he likes to gnaw most is hard bones, just when Sui Guan was about to use his fists to teach two ignorant disciples, there was a commotion inside the gate .

"No, don't throw me out! I have done meritorious service for Qian Long! I have shed blood for Qian Long!" A thin guy was carried by two disciples to the door.

Sui Guan frowned, and took two steps back. The person being carried wanted to call again, but the disciple guarding the door was really impatient, and stepped forward and slapped him.

The disciple who was slapped with this slap had his mouth slanted and his eyes slanted, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the two disciples who were carrying him loosened their hands, and this unlucky guy rolled down the stairs and fell to Zhang Bai's feet.

"You guys, you'll regret it." This guy passed out, and no one took care of him, leaving him unconscious at the gate of the martial arts hall.

"Hey, what an unlucky guy, who let him offend the owner of the museum?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, in case someone overhears you, report it to the owner..."

Sui Guan looked at the guy at his feet with great interest, and under the stunned eyes of the people around him, he picked up the unfortunate guy and left the martial arts hall.

"Pfft!" The martial arts disciple spit out a mouthful of blood. He was originally pale, but after spitting out this blood, his complexion became rosy.

The martial arts disciple woke up faintly: "Where am I?"

Sui Guan glanced at him, and brought a bowl of dark things to his mouth.

The martial arts disciple smelled a bad smell, he lowered his head, and almost thought that what was in this bowl was a pile of shit!

Sui Guan stuffed this bowl of soup into his disciple's mouth indifferently: "Drink it, it will be good for you."

"I don't, I won't!" The disciple shook his head, trying to resist the bowl in front of him.

"Hey, little restaurant, let me feed you." Nangong Wan'er looked on in amusement and actively wanted to take the blame for feeding her.

Sui Guan continued to glance at his disciple, and sure enough, after seeing Nangong Wan'er, he couldn't move his eyes away.

"Okay, so beautiful." The disciple opened his mouth slightly, and a wisp of saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Nangong Wan'er smiled even more gently, holding a bowl of medicine with a pair of soft clothes, she sat gently beside her disciple, her voice was clear and sweet: "Come on, Dalang, drink the medicine."

"No, no, wait, why does this scene seem familiar to me?" Sui Guan stared at him. He would drink such a bitter medicine and it smells so bad?
To Sui Guan's surprise, Nangong Wan'er took a spoon to feed her, and the disciple opened his mouth to take it one bite at a time. After receiving it, he swallowed it subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)