Ultimate Devouring Evolution

89 Competition

Zhang Fan was looking forward to the scene of practicing this lunge, and was about to get up and say goodbye, and go back to practice this martial art.

But at this time, there were a few rascal-like voices from outside the yard: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back. Is there anything to eat... Well, it smells so good. Could it be that sister-in-law knows that I'm coming back and is here to welcome me?" ?”

Hearing this voice, Zhang Defa frowned and sighed.

"This is my useless brother, Zhang Decai."

While talking, I saw a person walking outside the door.

This man was in his forties, his hair was clean-shaven, and his head was as shiny as a light bulb.

The way he walks, he looks like a rambunctious ruffian.

However, Zhang Fan could tell at a glance that although this person's footsteps were vain, his breath was definitely a person who had practiced.

And the level is not low, at least higher than his level.

Ordinary cultivators can only judge the level of others by relying on their speed and strength in battle.

But Zhang Fan is different, because he is a super martial artist who was promoted by devouring blood cores.

So he can judge the opponent's level by relying on the blood core breath on the opponent.

Of course, this is relative to those who are lower than him.

And when he met someone with a higher level than him, he couldn't tell the other party's level. .

Zhang Fan couldn't see this person's level, which meant that this person was at least a level 8 quasi-warrior.

Seeing Zhang Fan, Zhang Decai frowned: "Why are there still strangers?"

Zhang Defa said angrily: "Mother is seriously ill, but you are carefree outside."

"Didn't I go outside to raise money?"

Zhang Decai poured water for himself while talking.

"Where's the money?"

Zhang De asked in a cold voice.

Zhang Decai took a few sips of water and said, "People's hearts are not old now, and there are not many good people. No one lends me money at all."

Zhang De said coldly: "With your strength as a level 8 quasi-warrior, is it not easy to make money? As a result, you gambled all day long and lost all your own money. You owed another debt, and then disappeared without a trace." No trace. Those creditors couldn't find you, so they came to me to ask for a debt. I have paid off more than half of my savings over the years. Otherwise, how could I not even get the money for my mother's medical treatment. "

Zhang Decai chuckled, and didn't take it seriously at all: "It's only natural that a brother pays a brother's debt. Besides, my father passed away, and my mother was paralyzed in bed again. As a brother, if you don't take care of me, who will take care of me."

Zhang Defa glared at Zhang Decai.

"Did you lose all your money when you came back this time? And you heard that I raised some money, so you want to come back and ask for it?"

"Hey, brother, you still understand me. But this is the money for my mother's medical treatment. No matter how unconscionable I am, I can't take all of it. You can just give me a hundred or two hundred thousand, which is enough for me to spend."

Hearing this, Zhang Defa only felt tightness in his chest.

"Get out...you get out of here..."

Zhang Decai chuckled, and said, "It's time to get out, but it's not too late to get out after dinner and get the money."

Said to go to the kitchen.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, brother, isn't father's notebook still there? As long as you sell it, let alone hundreds of thousands, you can have millions, and you still have no money? "

"Don't even think about using a notebook!"

Zhang Defa almost vomited blood again.

Zhang Decai smiled and said: "If you don't fight, you don't fight, but you don't have a son and a half daughter. When you hang up, don't you have to leave the notebook to me? When I finish practicing, I will copy the seven or eight casually." One hundred copies, sell it on the street, and become a billionaire in an instant. Hey, if you don’t sell such a treasure, you don’t know if your brain is crowded.”

"puff……"

Zhang Defa really spit out a mouthful of blood this time.

"Get lost...cough cough cough..."

Zhang Defa coughed violently.

"Short oil, why are you still vomiting blood? You're not too young, why are you still so angry? If you die of anger, then your family property and notebooks won't all be mine?"

Zhang Decai ran over, and while wiping Zhang Defa's blood with a rag, he continued to anger him.

"Cough cough cough... Get out... Even if I burn the notebook, I won't give it to you."

Zhang Defa roared in a low voice.

"Look at it, look at it, tsk tsk tsk..."

Zhang Decai wanted to continue talking, but when he saw the notebook in Zhang Fan's hand, his eyes widened.

"Brother, isn't this the notebook left by my father? You didn't even give it to me, but gave it to an outsider. Are you fucking out of your mind!"

As soon as he said it, he went to grab it.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhang Fan put the notebook into his pocket.

"Damn it, you dare to rob my house, you're courting death!"

As Zhang Decai said, he punched Zhang Fan.

"Bastard, stop now, cough cough cough..."

Zhang Defa coughed and shouted.

Zhang Decai turned around and said, "Brother, are you crazy? How could you give this treasure to outsiders."

Zhang Defa took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger: "Father said before leaving that if he meets someone who is destined, he can give it to him. It's useless to keep it anyway. This little brother is destined for me, why can't I give it to him?"

"he?"

Zhang Decai glanced at Zhang Fan disdainfully: "Fate with him? Why don't you say you have an affair with him? And my father said that even if you meet someone with predestined relationship, you must meet three conditions before giving it to him. This guy, can he Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Fan was bewildered and looked at Zhang Defa.

Zhang Defa took a few breaths and was speechless for a while.

Mrs. Zhang had rushed over when she heard the quarrel here.

While comforting Zhang Defa, he explained to Zhang Fan: "Before my father-in-law left, he said that this notebook can be given to someone who is destined. But three conditions must be met: first, the level must be at least level 5 quasi-warrior, because only Level 5 quasi-warrior can only practice lunge; second, the actual combat ability must be very strong, must be able to beat Defa; third, the character must be good."

Zhang Decai nodded triumphantly: "Sister-in-law has a really good memory. That's right, only when you meet these three criteria can you get my old man's notebook in a legitimate way. You don't even have full hair, you are only a second- and third-level quasi-warrior at most. Not to mention better than my elder brother. So, stay cool and stay. If you dare to covet my baby, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Zhang Defa's cough gradually subsided, he took a few breaths, and said, "He doesn't care about my mistakes, so he is kind to our family. As for the benefactor, I can give it away if I want, and it's not your turn to intervene."

"Benefactor? Not even a benefactor. Do you want to break the old man's last words? Do you want to be an unfilial son who is scolded by others?"

Zhang Decai said with a proud face.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan cursed in his heart: This guy is too shameless. You yourself have this kind of virtue, yet you still have the face to call someone unfilial. How can people be so shameless?

However, it is undeniable that Zhang Decai's words just caught Zhang Defa's weakness.

Zhang Defa has been filial to his parents all his life, and he is a well-known filial son.

Now that he heard that he had violated his father's last words, his body trembled.

Then he looked at Zhang Fan with a pale face: "Little brother, I'm afraid..."

Zhang Decai said proudly: "I'm afraid you have no chance. Get out of our house now, and don't show up in the future, and I will beat you once you see me."

Zhang Fan ignored Zhang Decai, and said to Zhang Defa: "It's okay, isn't it just these three things? I'll try."