My rival says he won't marry me

Chapter 202 The Feeling of Holding Big Thick Legs
A figure blocked Fatty's sight, and he waved his hand dissatisfied.

"Hey, boy, let's go."

Don't hinder him from finding His Majesty.

"it's me."

The indifferent and cold voice was so close at hand, the fat man followed the sound and was shocked.

"Respect, Your Majesty?!"

The man in front of him who looked like a high school student in a blue hoodie, the "boy" he called, pulled down the black mask in front of him, and it was the master he was looking for.

"Lead the way." Xiao Jiuhan went straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

The fat man didn't dare to delay, and quietly slapped himself twice when he turned around.

Xiao Jiuhan followed the fat man, walked through the noisy night market street, and arrived at a small antique market.

"Your Majesty, that's right there."

The fat man pointed to a corner with few people in the antique market. It seemed to be an underground entrance, and there were people squatting beside it.

The fat man said, "When Brother Wan and I came last time, it was said that there must be at least one spiritual practitioner in the group before we are allowed in."

"Then how did you get in?"

Neither of them are spiritualists.

Just as the fat man opened his mouth, a man with an unshaven beard leaned over, biting a cigarette and lowering his voice, "Turn your head back? Want to go in?"

The man raised his chin, squinting his eyes due to the rising smoke, and said with a little pride: "I tell you, you must have a companion who is a spiritual practitioner to enter. Do you know what a spiritual practitioner is? He has practiced ancient martial arts. People, look at you stupid newcomers, college students?"

The man stretched out a hand from his pocket, gestured for money, and extended five fingers.

"This number, I will take you in."

The fat man winked at Xiao Jiuhan.

Xiao Jiuhan understood that there were still spiritual cultivators around here who made money from this, and he knew that his cultivation base was not much higher.

The fat man stood in front of the man, even more arrogant than the man: "Go away, go away, we don't need it, don't get in the way!"

There was no way last time, but this time he has his lord standing behind him, and he still needs to rely on these low-level characters to lead the way?
The man thought they were too expensive, and stretched out three fingers with a look of embarrassment: "Seeing that you are still students, I will give you this number."

"I said no need."

"That's it, two hundred, I only charge you two hundred, is this okay?"

The man chased the two of them, not wanting to miss this opportunity to make money, and reached out to grab Xiao Jiuhan's arm.

"You..." The fat man was annoyed, this man was so daring.

He wanted to rush up to escort Xiao Jiuhan, but before he could make a move, Xiao Jiuhan put his hand in the pocket of his hoodie, and only blocked it with his elbow, the man took a few steps back abruptly, eating Painfully clutching his wrist.

After suffering a loss, the man didn't dare to come up to pester her. He glanced at Xiao Jiuhan with fear, turned his head and walked away despondently.

Fatty is so proud!
This feeling of swaggering through the market with big thick legs is so cool!
The person squatting at the entrance saw the two people coming, and took out a small instrument like a gripper from his pocket.

"Which of you are spiritual practitioners, you can only enter after passing the test."

This should be regarded as the simplest instrument for testing spiritual power.

Xiao Jiuhan held it casually, and a small red light above the instrument suddenly lit up.

"Okay, let's go in!"

The fat man looked at Xiao Jiuhan with envy, followed her into the underground entrance, and said with a smile: "My lord, I tried that thing last time, but unfortunately I couldn't even hold it, let alone turn on the light." gone."

(End of this chapter)