Chapter 89: Test

　　89 Competition
　　 Zhang Fan longed for the scene of practicing this lunge in his heart, and was about to get up to say goodbye and go back to practice this martial art.
But at this moment, several rogue-like voices came from outside the yard: "Big Brother, Sister-in-law, I'm back. Did you have anything to eat... Well, it's so delicious, does Sister-in-law know that I'm coming back, specifically to catch the wind for me? ?"
　　 Zhang Defa frowned when he heard the sound and sighed.
　　 "This is my little brother, Zhang Decai."
　　 While talking, I saw someone walking outside the door.
　　 This person is in his forties, his hair has been shaved clean, his head is as bright as a light bulb.
　　 The way he walks, he looks like a stubborn child.
　　 But Zhang Fan saw at a glance that although this person's footsteps were vain, but while breathing, he was definitely a cultivator.
　　 And the level is not low, at least higher than your own level.
　　General practitioners can only judge the level of others by relying on their speed and strength in battle.
　　 But Zhang Fan is different, because he is a super martial artist, promoted by swallowing blood cores.
　　 So he can judge the opponent's level by relying on the blood core aura of the opponent.
　　 Of course, this is relative to people lower than him.
　　 When he meets someone with a higher level than him, he can't see the level of the opponent. .
　　 Zhang Fan couldn't see the level of this person, indicating that this person is also at least a level 8 quasi-warrior.
　　 Zhang Decai frowned when he saw Zhang Fan, "How come there are strangers?"
　　 Zhang Defa said grimly: "Mother is very ill, but you are free and at ease outside."
　　 "Didn't I go outside to raise money?"
　　 Zhang Decai said while pouring water on himself.
　　 "Where is the money?"
　　 Zhang De asked in a cold voice.
　　 Zhang Decai took a few sips of water and said, "Nowadays, there are not many good people. No one lends it to me."
Zhang De said coldly: "With the strength of your level 8 quasi-war fighter, it is not easy to make money? As a result, you gamble all day and lose your own money cleanly. You owed a debt again, and then disappeared without a trace. No trace. Those creditors can't find you, so they come to me to ask for an account. Most of my savings over the years have been repaid to you. Otherwise, how could I not even get the money for my mother's medical treatment."
　　 Zhang Decai chuckled and didn't care at all: "Brother pays the debt, it is justified. Besides, my father left his hand and my mother was paralyzed in bed. As a brother, you don't take care of me."
　　 Zhang Defa glared at Zhang Decai.
　　 "This time I came back and lost all the money, right? And when I heard that I raised some money, I want to come back and ask for it again?"
　　 "Hey, brother, you still know me. But this is the money for my mother's treatment. No matter how conscientious I am, I can't ask for it all. You can give me a hundred or two hundred thousand, which is enough for me to spend."
　　 Zhang Defa listened, only felt his chest was stuffy.
　　 "Get out...you get out of me..."
　　 Zhang Decai chuckled and said, "You have to roll, but it won't be too late to get the money after you finish eating."
　　 said he was going to the kitchen.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, brother, isn't my father's notebook still there. You only need to sell it, not to mention hundreds of thousands, you can have millions of them, and you still have no money? "
　　 "Don't think about the idea of ​​writing a notebook!"
　　 Zhang Defa almost vomited blood again.
Zhang Decai chuckled and said, "If you don’t fight, you don’t fight, but you don’t have a son and a half. When you hang up, don’t you have to leave the notebook for me? When I finish training, I will just transcribe seven or eight. Hundred copies, sell them on the street, and instantly become a billionaire. Hey, if you don’t sell such a baby, I don’t know if your mind is squeezing the door."
　　 "Puff..."
　　 Zhang Defa really vomited a mouthful of blood this time.
　　 "You go to me...cough cough cough..."
　　 Zhang Defa coughed violently.
　　 "Dwarf oil, why do you still vomit blood? You are not too young, why is your aura still so big? If you get mad, what about your family property and your notebook are not mine?"
　　 Zhang Decai ran over, wiping Zhang Defa's blood with a rag, while continuing to anger him.
　　 "Cough cough cough... Go away... I just burned the notebook and I won't give it to you."
　　 Zhang De roared in a low voice.
　　 "Look at you, take a look, tut tut tut tut tut..."
　　 Zhang Decai wanted to continue talking, when he suddenly saw the notebook in Zhang Fan's hand, his eyes stared.
　　 "Brother, isn't this the notebook left by my father? You didn't even give it to me, but you gave it to an outsider. Are you in your mind!"
　　 said he hacked his hand and grabbed it.
　　 Zhang Fan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he put the notebook directly into his arms.
　　 "Nima's, you dare to my stuff, you will die!"
　　 Zhang Decai said, and swiped at Zhang Fan with a punch.
　　 "Animal, stop me, cough cough cough cough..."
　　 Zhang Defa coughed and cried.
　　 Zhang Decai turned around and said, "Brother, are you crazy? How could you give this baby to outsiders."
　　 Zhang Defa took a deep breath, barely suppressing his anger: "Father said when he left, if he meets someone who is destined, he can give it to him. It's useless to keep it anyway. This little brother is destined to me, why can't he give it to him?"
　　 "He?"
Zhang Decai glanced at Zhang Fan disdainfully: "You have a fate with him? Why don't you say you have a leg with him? And his father said that even if you meet someone with fate, you must meet three conditions before you can give it to him. This guy, he can Satisfied?"
　　 Zhang Fan was at a loss, and looked at Zhang Defa.
　　 Zhang Defa took a few breaths, and was speechless for a while.
　　 Sister-in-law Zhang heard the quarrel here, and at this time she rushed over.
While comforting Zhang Defa, he explained to Zhang Fan: "Before my father-in-law left~EbookFREE.me~, he said that this notebook can be given to someone who is predestined. However, three conditions must be met: First, the level should be at least 5. Level 5 quasi-martialers, because only level 5 quasi-martialers can practice lunges; second, they must be strong in actual combat and must be able to beat Defa; third, they must have good character."
Zhang Decai nodded triumphantly: "Sister-in-law has a good memory. That's right, only when these three items are reached can you get my old man's notebook justifiably. You guys don't have the same hair, at most they are only two or three level martial artists. Not to mention better than my elder brother. So, let's just stay cool. Dare to covet my baby, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
　　 Zhang Defa's cough gradually subsided, and after taking a few breaths, he said, "He doesn't care about my faults, and he is kind to our family. For the benefactor, I give it as I want, and it's not your turn to interrupt."
　　 "Benefactor? Not even the benefactor. Do you want to violate the last words our old man said? Do you want to be an unfilial son?"
　　 Zhang Decai was proud of his face.
　　 Zhang Fan heard this and cursed in his heart: This guy is too shameless. You have this kind of virtue, and you still have the face to say that others are unfilial. How can people be so shameless?
　　 But it is undeniable that this sentence of Zhang Decai just caught Zhang Defa’s weakness.
　　 Zhang Defa has honored his parents throughout his life and is a well-known filial son.
　　 Now that he heard that he violated his father's last words, he trembled suddenly.
　　 then looked at Zhang Fan pale: "Little brother, I'm afraid..."
　　 Zhang Decai said triumphantly: "I'm afraid you have no chance. Get out of our house now, and don't show up in the future, I will see you once and fight again."
　　 Zhang Fan didn't even care about Zhang Decai, and said to Zhang Decai, "It's okay, isn't it just these three, I will try."