"No, Lao Zhou...we were thinking..."
Zhou Buzhou took the room card handed over by the front desk, shook his head and said: "Don't worry about me, just practice well!"
"When I chose to stay at the Spiritual Department Base, I was already prepared to face all of this!"
Yang Zimei shook her head: "We have chosen to stay. The affairs of the Spiritual Base are our business!"
Zhou Buzhou scolded in a low voice: "Nonsense!"
"With your limited strength, what can you withstand?"
"Practicing hard and becoming stronger as soon as possible is the right way!"
"Besides, if I win tomorrow, those guys will all shut up, and naturally, nothing will happen!"
"I even killed eleven of the world's most talented people with a single blow. Do you think I'm no match for those losers who don't even dare to fight?!"
Li Xuelong's face was full of anxiety: "No..."
"Well, there's no problem on the surface, but what about secretly?"
"It's easy to dodge an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark! Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Buzhou shook his head: "Everyone go and practice!"
"Brother Zhou..."
"roll!"
Everyone at the Spiritual Department Base shook their heads and slowly dispersed.
The sectarian disciples were still standing there.
Zhou Buzhou smiled and turned around: "What's the matter? Why are you still looking at me? You haven't seen the world's number one person, right?"
"Come, if you haven't seen it before, take a good look at it, so that you won't miss it when you return to the sect..."
Li Changfeng's face was full of solemnity, and he also felt a little guilty: "Old Zhou, it's not that we don't want to help you with all our strength, but..."
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