"Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten" With his head buried in the wooden box, Ji Zilong's buttocks twisted crazily, and his young arms were like a pair of small electric motors.
When they danced, they were almost invisible.
The Eight Treasure Flowers he threw were one after another, one after another, seemingly endless.
"Okay, okay, you pour them all out and I'll help you count them."
Jun Hai was too busy at all.
The eight-treasure flowers were thrown at him like raindrops, and they all hit him in the face.
The snapping sound kept coming.
"Let me count for you.
Fifty-three, fifty-four" came Ji Zilong's muffled voice.
"You're so naughty, can you please stop throwing it in my face?"
Jun Hai was furious, but Ji Zilong was surprisingly strong.
Every time one of them hit his face, he grimaced in pain.
Now more than sixty Eight Treasure Flowers had been thrown at him, and his face was almost swollen.
"Then stay away."
Ji Zilong said in a muffled voice: "Sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one" "Just wait for me."
Jun Hai's forehead was throbbing with veins, and his face was completely swollen.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and hid aside.
Seeing Ji Zilong throwing eight treasure flowers one by one, he sneered in his heart: "I don't believe you are still here.
It’s great to get first place.”
"Already a hundred."
The handyman disciples who were watching were filled with sighs.
"There shouldn't be more than two hundred plants."
A disciple boldly asserted.
A group of people, their eyes flashing, kept glancing back and forth following Ji Zilong's waving arms, silently counting the Eight Treasure Flowers thrown by Ji Zilong, one, two, three, four.
"Almost two hundred, is he going to surpass those eighty people?"
"You're kidding, how is it possible for him to be like that?"
Some people still don't believe how many eight-treasure flowers Ji Zilong can produce.
"Two hundred plants."
However, while the two people were discussing, someone next to them suddenly exclaimed.
"What" people were dumbfounded.
They looked at the dojo, only to find that Ji Zilong had no intention of stopping.
His small hands kept dancing, and he threw out the eight-treasure flowers one by one, as if there were endless eight-treasure flowers inside.
When the number of Eight Treasure Flowers reached two hundred and thirty-one, the crowd was completely excited.
Damn it, it really surpassed those eighty people.
"Exceeded, exceeded those eighty people."
A group of disciples felt their hearts beating wildly.
How could there be so many people?
"It seems that he still has some background, but even if he surpasses these eighty people, he will definitely not be able to surpass the murderer Jun Hao."
Some people relaxed the bottom line again, but still did not believe that Ji Zilong could surpass Jun Hao.
"call" The disciple who had placed the bet was holding his chest and breathing heavily.
This was so exciting that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Silently watching Ji Zilong on the dojo, the Great Elder was also extremely surprised at this moment.
He didn't expect that although this guy was very good at messing around, he did have a lot of Eight Treasure Flowers.
Gradually, behind Ji Zilong, a hill of eight-treasure flowers appeared, and it was still growing.
Ji Zilong's arms were still throwing eight-treasure flowers out, and his raised buttocks were also Like a dance, twisting and turning happily.
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"How much?"
asked a confused disciple.
"It seems to be already six hundred."
The person next to him was sweating coldly.
He had placed a bet of fifty times at Niutou.
If Ji Zilong won the first place, he would not only lose everything, but also owe money.
What a load of debt.
"Don't worry, he shouldn't surpass Jun Hao," a disciple who also placed a bet comforted him.
However, Ji Zilong had no intention of stopping.
Soon, the Eight Treasure Flowers were almost close to 700.
Seeing this scene, a group of people's hearts were raised in their throats, praying not to rise any more.
Many People couldn't bear to close their eyes.
"Seven hundred" Suddenly, someone let out a heartbreaking roar, which felt very heartbreaking.
Everyone's hearts trembled and they looked around hurriedly.
At this time, a group of people were sweating wildly.
Didn't they say that this guy didn't have an eight-treasure flower?
How could he surpass Jun Hao again in this turn?
"Don't take it out."
Someone cried and shouted.
But Ji Zilong couldn't hear it at all.
He kept twisting his butt and throwing eight-treasure flowers out.
Then when everyone was on tenterhooks, the number of eight-treasure flowers quickly exceeded seven.
One hundred and eighty-two plants.
"Oh my God!"
Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
Others also felt dizzy and extremely stimulated.
"Moo, why are you so nervous?
He just surpassed Jun Hao.
Our grapes have two thousand eight-treasure flowers.
There is no way he can surpass them."
Niu Tou reminded him at the right time.
"That's right.
Damn it, we didn't bet on Junhao."
Some of the disciples suddenly realized and immediately cheered up and started watching seriously.
"Haha, he is really just like his father."
At this time, a vicissitudes of voice suddenly came from Jun Chen's ears, and his tone was extremely gratifying.
"Master, do you know his father?"
This was the third elder using the spiritual sound insect to transmit messages to Jun Chen.
Jun Chen immediately replied.
"I'll tell you this later.
After he enters the inner gate and settles down, you bring him to see me."
After the third elder finished speaking, he cut off the communication with Jun Chen.
"Yes" Jun Chen nodded.
He looked at Ji Zilong, his eyes becoming more and more doubtful.
What connection did this Ji Zilong have with his master?
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The master's attitude towards Ji Zilong was surprisingly good.
He had never enjoyed such treatment.
Ji Zilong below was still dancing with his hips, and he quickly threw out the eight-treasure flowers.
In the blink of an eye, there were almost two thousand of them.
"No way" The hearts of a group of disciples started beating violently again.
"Damn it, if this exhibitionist can surpass Purple Grape, I will go to the dojo to eat Xiang in front of everyone."
A disciple roared angrily.
Previously, he said that Ji Zilong could not have more than 18 treasure flowers.
As a result, Ji Zilong exceeded it, and he said it was impossible.
He surpassed those eighty people, and later he overtook him, and then he asserted that Ji Zilong could not surpass Jun Hao, but he still overtook him.
He really couldn't stand this kind of naked slap in the face.
Beside this disciple, there were people who couldn't stand it anymore.
They were covering their hearts, their faces flushed, and they were so stimulated that they could hardly speak.
"Two thousand plants," a disciple roared with almost all his strength.
After roaring, his feet weakened and he fell down.
"Two thousand and one plants" was already given to the disciple.
He could no longer bear the impact.
He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The number of Ji Zilong's eight-treasure flowers is already the same as that of purple grapes.
If there is one more plant, it will be really doomed for them.
A group of people can no longer restrain themselves, and everyone's nervous nails dig into their own.
Palms and lips were stained.
They prayed in their hearts that God would never let Ji Zilong surpass Zi Putao.
At this moment, almost everyone's hearts were in their throats.
As if God heard these people's prayers, Ji Zilong's movements suddenly stopped, and his raised butt had not moved for a long time, as if there was no Babaohua.
"He's not moving."
A disciple shouted, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Haha, he's not better than Purple Grape.
Haha, hahahaha, he's made a fortune."
Some disciples shouted wildly.
The crowd cheered for a long time, cheering again and again, as if it was a major festival.
Ji Zilong remained motionless at this moment.
After the crowd cheered, they immediately became curious.
The eight treasure flowers were gone.
What was this guy doing?
Seeing that Ji Zilong stopped moving, Jun Hai immediately came over and said, "What are you doing?
Get up when you're done.
Do you still want to be the first?"
However, as soon as Jun Hai walked behind Ji Zilong, he immediately smelled an extremely fragrant meat aroma.
"I've been throwing it away for so long.
I'm tired.
Eat some meat and take a rest."
Ji Zilong's unclear voice came from the wooden box. "" Jun Hai's face twitched wildly, and he was about to lose his temper, but unexpectedly Ji Zilong suddenly turned around, wiped away the grease from the corner of his mouth, quickly closed the wooden box, and held a greasy Eight Treasures plant in his hand.
The flowers were stuffed into Jun Hai's hands and said: "Two thousand and two flowers are gone."
"I#" The disciples who placed the bets began to curse loudly, and then a large group of disciples suddenly fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth
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