"What is the content of the bet?" In the end, the white-haired old man decided to ask first. Wouldn't it be better if the content of the bet was beneficial to him?
Xue Kong has been looking at these monks.
Before this, his impression of Poison Master had always been that of a monk with a bad reputation and vicious means.
Apart from the feeling of oppression during the one or two days of being hunted, the fear was minimal.
But at this moment, he discovered that every cultivator of the Wangui Sect looked at Du Gong with deep fear and dread in their eyes.
Except for the white-haired old man, he could still talk to Du Gong as usual.
The other monks were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and some even had their lips trembling.
"A competition." Du Gong slowly stated the content of the bet.
"Competition?" The white-haired old man frowned.
His cultivation level is higher than that of Du Gong, but he believes that he is no match for Du Gong. This bet is really bullying.
As if he could see what the white-haired old man was thinking, Du Gong smiled and said, "This is not a competition between you and me."
"Today I accepted a new disciple. He just joined my Tiandu Sect, and I plan to teach him some things."
"So, Taoist Baimei, you should also send out a disciple with the same level of cultivation as him and let them compete with each other."
"Whichever of them wins, the bet between you and me will be decided."
Hearing this, the white-haired old man showed joy on his face.
As long as it’s not him competing with Du Gong, it’s fine.
Moreover, I heard that this disciple had just been accepted into the Tiandu Sect, so he must not have practiced the Tiandu Sect's sinister methods.
The chances of winning are very good!
"Okay! I accept your bet!" The white-haired old man agreed without thinking.
Then his eyes swept over the other two people on the purple-striped python.
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