Master Suo laughed heartily and bowed to Qingshan, "Girl, congratulations! I, Wang Jinsuo, have really opened my eyes today. I will definitely pay you a formal visit someday."
Qingshan quickly returned the greeting, saying he was polite. Lord Suo had never liked Jiuzun in the first place, so he left without wasting any time after watching Zhan Feng's match.
Lang Wenzhe's face turned pale. The doctor had just declared Valeri dead. He did a rough calculation in his mind. Today, Jiuzun had spent a lot of money on boxers' wages and casualty compensation. Not only did he not make any money, but he lost a lot. This was the first time since Jiuzun opened the underground fighting arena.
Lang Wenzhe cursed in his heart, but on the surface he had to pretend to be calm and unrestrained, and said to Qingshan:
"Congratulations, senior! I never thought Afeng's martial arts skills were so high that he even defeated the Nine-Zun boxing champion. It's incredible!"
Qingshan Peach Blossom's eyes half-closed, hiding the disdain in them, and laughed:
"Mr. Lang, you're too polite. Actually, I should thank you for this opportunity! In the past, I always paid people to fight with Afeng. I didn't expect that today, not only would I be able to have a high-level competition with Afeng, but I would also make 20 million yuan. I can't wait for Jiuzun to open a fighting arena every day! Hehe!"
Lang Wenzhe was almost pissed off by Qingshan, thinking, if he keeps losing money like this and still runs a fighting arena every day, is he planning to sell his kidney?
Lang Wenzhe's eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind:
"Haha, as long as Senior and Afeng are willing to come, Jiuzun will be waiting for you at any time. But... I heard that people who practice martial arts value their character the most. Although it is a life-and-death battle, Afeng has killed someone after all. I'm worried that it will leave some psychological trauma on him, and it would be bad if he couldn't improve his martial arts in the future..."
Lang Wenzhe's words were truly heartbreaking. Qingshan's face darkened and he said coldly:
"Although the sins committed by the disciples are enough to dry up the Milky Way, there is a difference between Buddhism and Taoism. We are not practicing Buddhism, so we don't need to cut our flesh to feed the eagles and save all living beings. How can we repay kindness with kindness? The disciples of our sect must repay kindness and never forgive hatred. Valeri killed Zhan Feng's best friend first. He avenged his friend, so why should there be any shadow left? Besides, what kind of person is Valeri? Lang Shao knows him best. His death is not unjust. When Zhan Feng stepped down, Valeri was clearly still breathing. It was your Jiuzun's doctors who were not competent and could not save him. Or maybe you, Lang Shao, found it troublesome and didn't want to save him at all. His life will be counted on you in the end. I see that your underground fighting arena is very yin and is full of wronged souls. Lang Shao should stop worrying about trivial matters and burn more paper money to worship him!"
Lang Wenzhe thought of Ye Qun's death, and also thought about how he had half-tricked him into going on stage to fight Valery. He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a faint cool breeze blew past him, and his face turned pale.
Zhan Feng walked out from behind Lang Wenzhe and looked at Qingshan calmly. He went to the bathroom and came back just in time to hear Lang Wenzhe say that he had killed someone.
Although Zhan Feng was from Tianan, he was different from Zhan Kunpeng and had not experienced bloodshed. Although he had a bad temper, his hands were not stained with blood, let alone lives, except for sparring with others. Today, he beat Valeri so hard that he had a brain hemorrhage, and he was not unmoved. Hearing Lang Wenzhe's heartbreaking words did make Zhan Feng's mind unstable.
Fortunately, Qingshan spoke up in time, leaving Lang Wenzhe speechless. After hearing what his master said, Zhan Feng no longer hesitated. He walked to Qingshan's side and stood still, looking at Lang Wenzhe coldly.
Lang Wenzhe was talking about Zhan Feng behind his back, saying that he would leave a psychological trauma on him. Being overheard, he felt a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.
Lang Wenzhe took out a check for 20 million from his pocket and handed it to Zhan Feng:
"A Feng, this is your reward for the competition, take it!"
Zhan Feng took it and looked at it, his eyes almost popped out:
Twenty million?! When was this price set? Needless to say, it must have been Master's doing... Master is right, I, as a disciple, really don't know how to share Master's worries. I still want Master to plan everything for me. I... I... No, I have to perform well, otherwise Master will probably dislike me!
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