"I lost?"
Hei Ying was stunned for a moment. He obviously did not expect Han Sanqian to say such a thing at this time. For this reason, he was both grave and somewhat puzzled.
"The sword is on your neck, young man, do you want to be tough?" he said in a cold voice.
"Three thousand never dared to praise any Haikou in front of seniors. If you lose, you will lose, and if you win, you will win." Han Sanqian said sincerely.
"Then you still can't see the situation clearly?" he shouted.
Han Sanqian smiled: "Judging from the situation, the senior can cut off Han Sanqian's head with just one move."
He responded slightly, exactly.
"But in terms of gambling, senior lost." Han Sanqian said with a smile: "If senior has counted it carefully, then the senior put the knife on Sanqian's neck, it should be counted within a hundred strokes."
Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the man re-read the game carefully, and was instantly terrified.
In the fight with the little black stick, his previous dodging plus the subsequent attacks, plus the current sword Han 3,000 on the neck, carefully sampled, just one hundred strokes.
In other words, according to the agreement, within a hundred strokes, he did not take Han Sanqian's life.
"When I say killing you within a hundred strokes, I mean a battle with you within a hundred strokes. Just now, most of the tricks are used on your strange things, how can they count?"
Han Sanqian smiled when he heard the words: "Senior will also say, it is my thing, and it is my thing, how can it not be a trick? If according to the logic of the predecessors, Han Sanqian can't even use weapons?"
"You..." Hearing Han Sanqian's words, he was obviously angry.
"Otherwise, let's do it, this game is a draw, so what about the seniors?"
Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the man did not expect Han Sanqian to say such a thing.
What kind of pattern is this, it is simply full!
The victory in his hand, he said that this game is not counted, this kid is really interesting.
In any case, at least his heart was not as repulsive to Han Sanqian as before.
Because one thing is certain, Han Sanqian is of course not a fool, but he is pouring water on himself and giving himself a step down.
"Tie?" he asked again confirming.
Han Sanqian nodded: "Yes, a tie."
"Okay!" The man said softly with satisfaction: "Then the next game will decide the outcome."
"Okay, the next game will determine the winner."
"You kid, you are indeed a little lovable. However, you are lovable, and you have to die as hell. Don't expect me to be merciful to you in the next game. I don't say that here."
"Senior, you don't have to scare me. You and I are tied in the first round. Naturally, you can't get any advantage in the second round." Han Sanqian smiled and said: "Also, in the second round, I will not be like now. Again, out of respect."
"Okay, if the second game is still a tie, I will also consider it as a loser." The man said coldly.
If it is said that Han Sanqian can still win physically, it is not unacceptable to him. After all, Han Sanqian has that person's golden body, and the strength of his physical body is naturally extraordinary. In this game, It is not easy to accept this situation, but it is not unacceptable in general.
Of course, the benefits brought by that person's golden body have stopped there. When the next round, this battle of divine consciousness, what kind of power can he have in this mere rubbish divine consciousness that doesn't even have a cultivation base?
For him, it was as simple as squeezing an ant to death.
This is why he is willing to strive for a draw after his own mistakes.
This kid Han Sanqian is very good, and he can actually agree to his request for a draw. In this case, he will only make his current obedience and sensible become his despair later.
Han Sanqian nodded and said with a smile, "Then, am I taking a lot of advantage?"
The man smiled lightly, and in the next second, his hand suddenly moved, and the surrounding black qi suddenly dissipated, and everything returned to its original appearance.
Seeing that the black qi had dissipated, the two women rushed up to see if Han Sanqian was safe.
Han Sanqian waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine, but his eyes kept looking at the black energy in front of him.
"Young man, we can start the second game."
Han Sanqian chuckled confidently: "Waiting at any time!"
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