Chapter 953: Gambling

There was a power meter next to the training ground. Liu Meng’s punch hit the power meter, and the number on the power meter’s screen fluttered quickly, and finally settled above 1203. 3. The fastest
"My physical fitness is probably like this. The most powerful super-nuclear genetic technique has opened three genetic locks. If you have not reached this level, I can only open a genetic lock, or control my own strength. Within the scope," Liu Meng said.
"No, just do your best, otherwise it won't mean anything to win." Han Sen glanced at the power meter.
Liu Meng’s eyes are bright:
It’s good to say, this is what I want. If you are good at the blade, please feel free to use it.

"My fist is not worse than the sword." Hansen said calmly.
"Okay, then I am not welcome." Liu Meng suddenly burned a flaming red flame, tearing the space like a fireman, hitting Hansen's face in front of him.
The flame and the air rubbed and squeaked, and the fist with the red flame almost slammed into Hansen’s head.
Hey!
Hansen also slammed out and banged with Liu Meng’s fist. The silver thunder was entangled on the fist, and it collided with the flame, and it shot a large amount of lightning and sparks.
The two men stepped back at the same time. The next second, at the same time, stopped the figure, the muscles of the body bulged, and the terrible power broke out.
The fists in the air are like lightning and fire, and the same speed is incredible. It is almost impossible to see the trajectory of their arms and fists. I saw the thunder and the flames burst between the two. No one has stepped back half a step.
Anne looked at the battle in the training ground with a dignified look. If Hansen hurt Liu Meng, it was not good. Hansen’s own injury was also not a good thing, which made her worry.
At this time, in a room in the manor, an elegant old man with ocean eyes and long blue hair is looking at the holographic image in front of him. The image is a picture of Hansen and Liu Meng.
Next to the blue-haired old man, there was a black-haired elder who was interested in watching the two men’s battles.
If Hansen still has memories, he will find the black-haired elder, the one who was vomited at the door of the bathroom.
"Old friend, who do you think will win the final victory in this matchup?" The blue-haired old man looked at the battle image, but asked Zhu Dong of his side.
"The strength of your grandson is even better than you were in the past. After so many teachers of the demigods, it is naturally the first strongman in this age, but if I choose, I will choose Hansen. Win." Zhuo Donglai said very easily.
The blue-haired old man flashed a subtle touch of light, but still smiled and said: "Why is this? Do you think Hansen is better educated and trained than my grandson? Or because he is Luo The descendants of Mr. As far as I know, although Hansen is a descendant of Mr. Luo, he did not follow Mr. Luo for a day, nor did he practice "Non-Tianjing."
Zhuo Donglai knows the temper of the blue-haired old man. Although Greenland looks like an elegant old gentleman, Zhuo Dong, who has known him for many years, knows very well that Green is more competitive and stubborn than anyone else.
Although Green rarely fights with people, it does not mean that he is not fighting hard. It is only Gerson's arrogance and stubbornness that the Rand family's blood is noble, and the average person has no qualification for the Rand family to fight with it.
If Liu Meng invites the people who are not Hansen with Luo's blood, but who else, Green will definitely stop this matchup, because it is very important for Green.
Zhuo Donglai smiled and said: "The reason why I said that Hansen will win is not because his surname is Luo. He has nothing to do with his own blood and non-Tianjing. I just think that Hansen is the most among his generation. superior."
"Is it better than my grandson?" Green turned his head and looked at Zhuo Dong and asked seriously.
In front of his old friend Zhuo Donglai, Green did not deliberately cover up. He was very unhappy about Zhuo Donglai’s statement. He also added a tone to the words
my grandson
.
Zhuo Donglai suddenly smiled: "Yes old friend is better than your grandson."
Many years old friends, Zhuo Dong came to speak in front of Green, there is no scruples, let alone Zhuo Donglai has his own small calculations.
He is prepared to accept Hansen as a student. Naturally, he will not admit that his students are worse than Green's grandson. The two of them started fighting from a young age, and naturally they will not show weakness in such things.
Green is slightly angry, but still guarantees elegance: "Well, since you think so, how about making a gamble?"
"How to gamble?" Zhuo Donglai narrowed his eyes.
"If Hansen loses, please ask my previous request, accept Liu Meng as a disciple, and pass on the "Zifu Xianjing" to him." Green eyes looked at Zhuo Dong brightly.
Zhuo Donglai suddenly frowned: "Old friend, I remember I told you, I am not willing to accept him, Liu Meng's physique is not suitable for practicing "Zifu Xianjing."
"I haven’t tried how you know it’s not suitable? Liu Meng is the best genius of our Rand family. I think he is ok.
Granton said again:
Since you have such confidence in Hansen, think He will definitely win, and promise me what is the relationship? Or, in fact, you are not so optimistic about Hansen, just want to fight with me, so he said he will win?"
Just as Zhuo Dong came to understand Green, Green also knows Zhuo Donglai. These words may not be useful to others, but with Zhuo Dong's temper, Green does not believe that he will show weakness in front of himself.
"Han Sen will certainly win." Not as Green expected, Zhuo Donglai really refused to show weakness.
"If that's the case, then what else can you worry about? Just set it," Green said with a grin.
"Slow, don't settle this way. Hansen lost, I can accept Liu Meng as a disciple to pass him "Zifu Xianjing", but if Liu Meng loses? Old friend, what are you going to pay? ?" Zhuo Dong came up and looked at Green.
"My ones, you can pick them at will, haven't you already coveted them for a long time?" Green laughed.
Zhuo Donglai waved his hand and said: "Those who are good, but can not compare with the value of my "Zifu Xianjing"."
"Then what do you want?" Green asked Zhuo Dong.
"The Wheel of Angels." Zhuo Donglai slowly spit out four words.
Green's face suddenly changed, staring at Zhuo Dong for a long time without speaking.