Goldfinger Auction

Hearing Sun Suo's answer, the host turned around and gestured to the audience below the stage.

No way, Captain Sun has such a personality! It's so weird!

I'm going to lose to you guys, what's the matter?

"Brother, what do you mean, let Han Yong overturn all four of them? I think it's a bit difficult!" Shan Yao whispered to Sun Suo when he followed Sun Suo off the stage.

"Aren't you the third one to appear?" Sun Suo asked Shan Yao.

"Me? Brother, did I make a mistake? I only dreamed of golden fingers for three days! I have no actual combat experience, and I haven't learned any stick skills. How can I fight them? He ran away after a few harsh words..." Shan Yao was shocked.

"No, if you can do it, I will teach you a trick to ensure that after you come to power, you will be victorious in every battle, and defeating Qiao Hui is like searching for something." Sun Suo beckoned to Shan Yao.

Shan Yao quickly put his ear to Sun Suo's mouth and listened carefully to Sun Suo's advice.

"No way? What's this trick? Brother, don't you bring such a fool?" Shan Yao looked helpless.

"Just do as I say! If you lose, I'll treat you to a three-month meal! Order whatever you want in the restaurant! You can order whatever you want!" Sun Suo patted Shan Yao's head.

"You said it... If you lose by the trick you taught, you will treat me to a big meal for three months! Brother... Where did you get the money to treat me to a big meal?" Shan Yao thought again after he finished speaking. a very practical problem.

"Do you want to see my bank account balance?" Sun Suo took out his mobile phone and opened mobile banking to show Shan Yao.

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred million... I'm so stupid!" Shan Yao was shocked.

"Is there a billion after ten thousand?" Sun Suo slapped Shan Yao again on the head... Even if his soul was severely damaged, he knew that there was no billion after ten, and Shan Yao's math was too bad, right?

"What's behind the Wan?"

"It's a million!"

"Wow! Brother, do you have tens of millions in your account?"

"Why are you so stupid? It's millions!"

"You said just now that 10,000 is followed by 1 million, and after 1 million...isn't 10,000?" Shan Yao felt aggrieved.

"You're so confused! Anyway, I must have the money to treat you to a three-month meal now, bet or not?" Sun Suo put away his phone.

"Betting!"

"That's it! But if you don't follow the tricks I taught you, I don't care about the big meal if you lose." Sun Suo reminded.

"That's for sure... If you win, you'll be the school's club champion! Qiao Hui's sisters are all mine! If you lose, you'll have three months of meals, so it's not a loss!" Shan Yao laughed.

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Before the match, the part of each other's harsh words was over, and the match started soon.

In the first game, Han Yong played against Zhou Feng.

After more than ten years of operation, the Qiao family is now almost the richest man in He City.

Zhou Feng came from an ordinary family, and his own cultivation was relatively hard.

After being sensible in high school, he learned the world and began to seek refuge with Qiao Hui. He gradually gained Qiao Hui's trust and became Qiao Hui's loyal younger brother. As a result, he received some resource support from the Qiao family.

In the last singles competition in the autumn sports meeting, he and Han Yong fought hard for three rounds, and finally narrowly defeated Han Yong and won the second place in the men's stick in the school sports meeting.

Now, with the support of the resources of the Qiao family, his strength has been greatly improved again, which is no longer the same as in the last sports meeting.

Therefore, when he made a rhetoric, he was not just bragging.

Although he uttered wild words, when he and Han Yong both entered the competition stage, their expressions were still very solemn, and their attitudes were also very correct, and they did not mean to look down on Han Yong at all.

The referee blew his whistle, and the first ring match officially started!

After the two sides tentatively attacked a few tricks, Zhou Feng had already tested out Han Yong's reality. He felt that Han Yong had not made much progress compared to half a year ago, and he gradually gained confidence in his heart.

When Han Yong attacked again, Zhou Feng dodged Han Yong's blow with a quick dodge, and then suddenly stabbed Han Yong in the chest with his stick.

If this stick is real, Han Yong will most likely be stabbed directly to the ground.

In desperation, Han Yong quickly turned sideways. He never thought about it, but Zhou Feng forcibly changed direction in the middle, and the head of the stick was slightly raised to stab Han Yong's side face.

Han Yong was unavoidably stabbed in the face.

Although he was wearing a helmet, he was still shocked by the shock.

Zhou Feng chased after the victory, slashed Han Yong with one stick and tried his best to dodge, and then swept away with another stick. Han Yong was forced to the corner of the platform and had nowhere to retreat.

Zhou Feng once again raised the soft stick high...

"In the first game, Zhou Feng won!" The referee stopped Zhou Feng, and after discussing with the referee team at the stage, he announced Zhou Feng's victory.

The ring competition is different from the individual competition. There is no need to play all three games, and there is no time limit. It is a decider.

When seeing that the strength gap on the field is too large and there is a possibility of injury, the referee will immediately stop the game, and after negotiating with the referee team on the side of the stage, the winner of the game can be directly announced.

Obviously, the referee panel decided that Zhou Feng's strength was higher than Han Yong, and the situation on the court was already very clear, and it would be meaningless to continue fighting, so the result of the game was announced in advance~www.novelmt.com~ The audience sounded. With thunderous applause, Zhou Feng's fans also shouted his name frantically.

Shen Daoming sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

The road of cultivation is very hard, like rowing a boat against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

One is making progress every day, while the other is standing still.

After the third year of high school, especially after losing to Zhou Feng in the last sports meeting, Han Yong seemed to be a little self-sacrificing. Anyway, his cultivation was not as hard as the previous two years. Today, he lost to Zhou Feng by a large margin. Not surprisingly.

Zhou Feng did not expect that he would win so easily. After the referee announced his victory, he excitedly threw down his soft stick, took off his shirt and waved his fists, showing the students in the audience what he had worked hard for over the past six months. muscle.

The girls suddenly burst into estrus-like screams.

Zhou Feng's head teacher rushed over to help Zhou Feng put on his shirt.

"Brother, you have made great progress! You haven't fought for half a year, and now you and I don't have to fight at all!" Han Yong walked over and punched Zhou Feng in the chest.

"Don't say that, brother, you are careless." Zhou Feng said modestly.

"But... your strength... is still far from our leader, Sun Suo... It's too far behind." Han Yong added a few words before leaving.

He didn't mean the slightest sarcasm.

He had fought with both of them, and just now he and Zhou Feng could at least fight back and forth a few times.

But when he fought with Sun Suo a week ago... it was totally playing the air, right?

Zhou Feng, who originally had a smile on his face, suddenly became very ugly after hearing Han Yong's words.

Are you sure you're not joking? Compare me to the bottom of your class? Let's see if I don't beat him to the teeth!