"Good, you naughty, there is a last move, after this move, I will never let you, I will punish you well!" Meng Wuyou swore at Zhou Hao and said that he was still awe inspiring.

After hearing what he said, the bystanders cheered for support.

"You ignorant madman, if it were not for the great benevolence and righteousness of master Meng, you would have died a thousand times!"

"That is to say, Mr. Meng is just letting you know a little bit, and you can't even know it. You've got an inch to advance!"

"Now you have the last move left. After that, you will be punished!"

……

People laugh at Zhou Hao's voice, just like pouring the stinky water on him!

The more enthusiastic the crowd is, the more happy Meng Wuyou will be. Because in this way, the more popular he will be. It will not be long before he can accumulate deep popularity and build momentum for his father to become the city Lord again!

Zhou Hao, on the other hand, coldly faces the ridicule of others.

He watched Meng Wuyou go away, and then looked at Meng Wuyou. He could not help but float a trace of evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Good naughty, come again, this is your last move!" Meng Wuyou yelled.

He came with a sword and rushed to Zhou Hao!

Just now, he had a good talk with Zhou Hao. This last move was a fake one. Then Zhou Hao gave up and said a lot of words about his excellent swordsmanship, just like he was convinced.

This makes him great and amazing!

Seeing his opponent rush forward, Zhou Hao also starts to take out his sword!

Bang!

The two swords collided, and the Mars splashed out again.

Meng Wuyou still doesn't attack, just defends.

Once again, their swords were locked together.

He said to Zhou Hao, "brother, I've asked my brother to go to the bank to get money for you. When you go to the drizzle building in the city, he will give you the money in person."

"Well, you've done all that, haven't you?" Zhou Hao said.

Meng Wuyou, with a smile, said, "brother, I've explained everything. Don't worry."

"Haha, it's a pity." Zhou Hao suddenly showed a strange smile.

Meng Wuyou wondered, "what do you mean by that, brother? What a pity? "

"It's a pity you didn't tell your brother what to do."

"How do you say that, old man?"

"With the sword."

"Thank you for your two thousand taels."

"What?"

“……”

After Meng's neck is cut, his throat will be filled with Qi!

He looked at Zhou Hao in despair and disbelief and said, "what are you doing?! We didn't agree. How can you break the agreement? "

Zhou Hao sneered: "hum, you are a waste of air if you keep it!"

His eyes twinkled with evil light: "you must have let your brother set a trap in the drizzle house, and wait for me to get the silver, and then kill me, right?"

“……” Meng Wuyou was stunned and did not dare to move. His eyes became angry and flustered.

"However, I will still go to the drizzle house to get money." Zhou Hao's eyes were full of terrible light, and his tone was like the tip of a needle: "by the way, kill your brother!"

"You! If you dare to fool around, I will not spare you! " Meng Wuyou gets angry at once, but he still dares not move because of the threat of sword Qi on his neck.

It's strange to say that the sword spirit can be retained on people like this!

If it wasn't for a monk who had made great achievements in kendo, he couldn't have done such amazing means!