I, the head of the strongest insane asylum

Chapter 65

Just when Zhou Luo wondered if this guy would turn his back on him and kill him, the golden relic suddenly floated in front of Zhou Luo.

"You guys have really bad eyesight. This thing is the most trash in my collection."

"Oh?"

A smile appeared on Zhou Luo's face.

He heard a sour smell.

Stretching out his hand to hold the golden relic, feeling the mighty Buddha power coming from it, he put it into his arms without changing his expression.

It's best to keep silent at this time if you don't pretend to be good when you get cheap.

"Keep going!" Mao Mao was stimulated, and said directly this time, "That guy is also yours, I bet he will lose, do you bet?"

Zhou Luo looked over, and after seeing the figure on the ring, his expression became weird, "Are you sure?"

"Nonsense!" Maomao said impatiently, "Will you bet? Are you afraid?"

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Zhou Luo readily agreed, and the attention of both parties turned to the ring again.

……

The old blind man wrestled with the phantom.

Xu Ying waved the long sword in his hand, and countless star lights emerged, accompanied by a strange suction force that made the old blind man suddenly slow down, and the star light struck over with a chill.

The two sides have been wrestling for nearly 3 minutes. The old blind man knows the basics of Xuying's moves. Facing the oncoming blow, he didn't panic at all, but put his hands together and stretched forward.

boom!

The old blind man clamped the long sword firmly with his fleshy palm, and the starlight fell on his body bit by bit.

"Fizz!"

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded.

Numerous ghosts squirmed out from the old blind man's body, and at the same time devouring the starlight, many ghosts wrapped around the phantom's body along the old blind man's palm.

Chi Chi!

These ghosts are like hungry ghosts pouncing on food, constantly gnawing at the phantom.

These ghosts themselves are selected from thousands of people, and they like to devour all kinds of energy.

And this phantom is formed by the spiritual power of the formation, which is the purest energy. Naturally, it is also the favorite food of these ghosts.

I saw that these ghosts were gnawing at them, and they didn't even use their ultimate move, so they were swallowed up by these hungry ghosts.

"Amitabha."

The old blind man took a step back slowly, clasped his hands together, and looked at these ghosts expressionlessly.

Those ghosts turned around one after another, and their red pupils glanced at him, as if they were sizing up their prey, and finally let out a shriek, and returned to his body.

A long sword fell from above and was grabbed by the old blind man. The long sword was red all over, had a hot breath, and had an extremely extraordinary appearance.

The old blind man put away the spiritual weapon, put his palms together and stood on the spot.

……

"I rely on!"

Mao Mao let out an exasperated cry, "How is this possible?"

It lost again!

Lose faster this time.

Nima, is this the ancient genius?

Zhou Luo stimulated it with a smile, "I won again."

At the end, he added, "That's it?"

That's it, this is it?

Is this the ancient genius? It's really funny.

Zhou Luo at this time is called an expansion.

It is not in vain that he treat Lao Meng and the others so well, just to give him face.

What about genius?

Compared with neuropathy?

"You lost, it's time to fulfill the bet."

Maomao was so angry that he almost lost his temper on the spot, but luckily he held back.

He has not communicated with outsiders for thousands of years, and has endured endless years of loneliness.

If the guy in front of him is killed, there will be no one to talk to it.

"Humble mortal, it seems that your companion is not as weak as I think."

The flame surrounded the secret treasure and floated in the air. Zhou Luo glanced at it, but did not rush to make a choice.

He is waiting for the old man raccoon.

After a while, the old man's words sounded in his mind, "The sixth one from the left."

Zhou Luo looked around and found that the sixth one on the left was a tattered cassock surrounded by flames, with a simple and yellowish style.

This time, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and said, "I choose this."

The atmosphere fell into dead silence again...

The flame turned into a terrifying and ferocious monster in an instant, with an extremely terrifying aura, but it dissipated after a second.

As if nothing had happened, Maomao said in a slightly stiff tone, "Sure enough, you are a mortal. Your vision is as weak as your strength, and you know how to pick up trash."

The cassock fell into Zhou Luo's hands.

Zhou Luo slowly put away the remnants of the cassock, and said with a fake smile, "One thing to say, indeed, people like me are only worthy of picking up trash in Lord Mao Mao's treasury."

This sarcasm made Mao Mao feel even more angry, but he couldn't express it, so he snorted heavily and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, let's start quickly."

"This time, we're going to play big ones. It's a waste of time to come one by one."

"You have four companions, and then you will bet on whether they can all win."

"If you win, then you can pick five treasures from me."

"If you lose, then stay with me for a year."

"It's obviously six people." Zhou Luo retorted, this guy missed one.

"That little guy was born with a sword body, and he has the inheritance of two king-level powers. Are you blind?"

"And that bird, the blood of the phoenix, is also a pervert, so it doesn't count."

"These two guys are not within the scope of our bet." Maomao unceremoniously exposed Zhou Luo's purpose.

Seeing that Qingfeng and Xiaohong were not counted, Zhou Luo felt a little pity in his heart, and then said, "This bet is not exciting enough."

"Let's play something more exciting."

"If all of my people win next, then you will follow me and accept me as the master for a period of one year."

"If I lose, I will stay with you for three years."

The fireball suddenly swelled up, and Mao Mao's tone became low, "It seems that you are very confident?"

"Aren't you too?" Zhou Luo asked back.

Looking at the hesitant fireball in front of him, the corners of Zhou Luo's mouth lightly raised.

In my mind, I kept talking to the old man raccoon:

Zhou Luo: "Are you sure this guy is the consciousness of the Fire Lingzhu?"

Old man raccoon: "Eighty percent chance!

This guy's appearance is weird, and he can easily interfere with the assessment, and he is not deeply involved in the world, and his words are immature, so he is so easy to fool, it is very likely that it is the consciousness of the Fire Lingzhu. "

Zhou Luo: "That's right, brother, I think so too."

Old man raccoon "..."

"This is a good opportunity, boss!"

"This guy's body must be hidden nearby. If he can subdue this guy, he will make a lot of money!"

For a moment, Zhou Luo was taken aback by the old man's words.

Subdue this terrifying guy in front of you?

It also sounds... not impossible! ?

The IQ shown by Mao Mao made Zhou Luo see the possibility of subduing her.

If you really try your best to fool around, maybe you can really make a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Zhou Luo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and began to discuss more detailed plans with the old man.

On the other side, the ball of fire was quietly burning.

Mao Mao also fell into a tangle.