Zhou Hao's sword hit Meng Wuyou sword fiercely, sparking a bunch of sparks!

Meng Wuyou did not withdraw his sword, but stalemate with his opponent.

However, it seemed that he was deliberately looking for opportunities to approach Zhou Hao.

"This brother, can you discuss it with you?" He really talked to Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao snorted coldly and said, "No!"

After that, when he was about to change his tactics and cut the grandson again, the grandson rushed to say: "I can give you money!"

Zhou Hao paused.

Meng Wuyou continued to say: "As long as you cooperate with me in a play, I will give you one hundred taels of silver after the event!"

"It's only one hundred taels, too little!" Zhou Hao was unwilling, and wanted to cut again!

Meng Wuyou said anxiously: "Three hundred taels!"

Zhou Hao stared: "Not enough, cut!"

"Five hundred taels!"

"Not enough, chop!"

"One, one thousand taels!" Meng Wuyou said simply, like a broken jar.

Zhou Hao smiled and said: "The deal, but I want to get the silver now!"

"No problem, my silver number is near here. I let my brother get it. After the third move, you pretend to lose to me."

"But you can't beat me, how can I lose to you?"

"..." Meng Wuyou said with a dry face, "Xiongtai, pretend to be acting, you know?"

Zhou Hao pretended to be surprised, nodded and replied: "Understood!"

At this time, those who were watching the battle saw the two on the field stand in a stalemate for a long time without separating, and they couldn't help feeling strange and anxious.

Someone couldn't help asking: "What is the father Meng doing with that brash man at this time?"

Someone pretended to be expert and said: "Daddy Meng is competing with that brash man for his inner strength. This is a scene where a high-level rally can only happen!"

"According to Xiongtai, that reckless man is also a master?"

"No!"

"Didn't you listen to Mr. Meng's words just now that you want him to use three tricks?"

"Oh, it turns out that Grandpa Meng hasn't fight back yet!"

"It's really cheap, this stubborn man, if Mr. Meng does not show mercy and makes a real move, I am afraid this rash man would have died long ago!"

"Absolutely!"

...

Onlookers talked a lot, all of which were their own conjectures.

But some people murmured: "How do I feel that Prince Meng has done his best?"

...

Zhou Hao and Meng Wuyou hadn't separated yet, they were only ready to separate after they had communicated completely and clearly.

But at this moment, Zhou Hao noticed the words "Jay Chou" engraved on the blade of the sword in Meng Wuyou's hand near the hilt!

He immediately shouted at the other party: "Okay, you trash, it turns out that this sword is not yours! How dare you... steal my idol's sword to pretend to be?!"

"Hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush boo!" Meng Wuyou hurriedly motioned for him to shut up, then said: "Brother, I will give you another one thousand taels. Don't tell me about this.

Zhou Hao let out a sigh of relief and said, "You grandson, the total is two thousand taels, and one less son will not work!"

Meng Wuyou was overjoyed, and quickly responded, "No problem, no problem!"

After speaking, separate from Zhou Hao.

When parting, Zhou Hao said to him angrily: "Don't dirty my idol's sword!"

Meng Wuyou was inconvenient to reply, so he wiped the blade with his sleeve in response.

After that, he called his younger brother Meng Wuxi to come to him, and then told him to go to the Yinhao and get two thousand taels of silver.

Zhou Hao looked at him and sneered. It turned out that the grandson was not a powerful character at all, and even the sword was stolen to pretend to be a comparison. It's no wonder that after two tricks, he pleaded for mercy.