The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

Chapter 198: Cunning Calculation - Old Shaman

Faced with the old shaman's sudden attack, Anton Jun showed no fear or intention of retreating.

He quickly used the back of his hand to gently push away the three Zhiwu people behind him. At the same time, he clenched his right fist tightly, and a powerful internal force began to gather in the palm of his fist to counter it.

There was a loud "bang" sound. When the demon-subduing pestle collided with the internal force condensed in Anton Jun's fist, the old shaman's whole body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the wall of the cave heavily.

On the other hand, Anton-kun just took a step back, with a sly and complacent smile on his face.

At this moment, it was finally what he wished for. After all, when it came to fighting, Anton had never been afraid of anyone.

Compared to fighting, he really can't say that he will definitely win in a verbal battle.

While Anton Jun continued to chase, Yelu Zhiwu on the other side was completely confused.

She remembered that the original purpose of bringing Brother An here was to let the master watch the competition between her and Brother An as a witness.

But she never expected that things would develop to this point and turn into a fierce fight between Brother An and the master.

Just as Yelu Zhiwu was traveling quickly, the old shaman had already been suppressed by Anton Jun in all aspects and had no power to fight back.

Another earth-shaking roar was heard, and the old shaman was knocked out again.

At this time, Anton Jun was rushing towards the old shaman with great momentum, and was about to attack again.

At the critical moment, Zhiwu finally came to her senses. She flashed and appeared in front of Anton Jun in an instant. She opened her arms and protected the old shaman firmly behind her:

"Brother An, stop it now!"

Zhiwu shouted loudly, with a hint of anxiety and pleading in her voice.

She stared at Anton-Jun closely, without any sign of retreat in her eyes.

"You have a good disciple. This may be the most meaningful thing in your life."

Anton Jun's eyes were cold as ice. His gaze passed over Yelu Zhiwu and fell on the old shaman behind her.

The old shaman seemed to feel the chill and shuddered, but still looked at him with forced calmness.

However, when his gaze returned to Yelu Zhiwu again, it softened instantly.

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on her head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile:

"Don't worry, I was just joking with your master just now, but I accidentally used the wrong strength. I'm really sorry."

Zhiwu blinked her big eyes: "Really?"

"Really? Brother An never lies!"

"So that's how it is..." Zhiwu nodded in a silly manner and muttered to herself.

Then she nodded vigorously, indicating that she accepted his explanation, because from her perception just now, she did not feel Anton Jun's murderous intent.

In addition, seeing his amiable, sincere and friendly smile at this moment, Zhiwu had no doubt about the truthfulness of his words, and the doubts in her heart disappeared without a trace.

"Don't do this next time, okay? Otherwise I'll be worried."

After saying these words, she felt that what she said seemed to be inappropriate, and quickly shook her head: "No, no, there won't be a next time!"

Anton was completely amused by her innocent and cute appearance, thinking that this little girl was really naive, and then he smiled and agreed to her:

"it is good!"

Then he took out the Warren needle from his arms and came to the old shaman.

After a few quick and clean injections, the old shaman's complexion immediately improved. He said with a fake smile:

"I was a little too aggressive just now, senior, are you okay now?"

"It's no longer serious."

The old shaman had a cold face, but he was helpless against Anton Jun and could only hide his anger in his heart.

While the old shaman was regulating his breathing, Yelu Zhiwu came to Anton Jun who was talking to the surrendered minister and said calmly:

"Brother An has been sparring with Master today, so his internal energy must have been greatly depleted. So I will postpone our sparring until tomorrow."

"oO?"

Looking at the little girl in front of him with a bright and upright face, Anton Jun was also a little confused.

If he remembered correctly, he had just pinned the old shaman down and beat him up, right?

Why would Zhiwu still want to compete with him?

There seems to be something wrong with this script.

The surrendered minister standing by noticed Anton-kun's frustrated look and had already started laughing, holding his stomach.

"I didn't expect that you would miscalculate one day, hahahaha..."

Yelu Zhiwu looked at the surrendered ministers in confusion, not understanding what they were saying at all:

"Miscalculated? Did Brother An and Sister Jiangchen make any agreement?"

An Dongjun continued to coax Zhiwu with a bitter face: "No, your aunt Jiangchen is just born to laugh, don't pay attention to her." (Jiangchen: The last name is An!!!)

He secretly groaned in his heart. He had told Jiang Chen before that this would definitely make Zhiwu give up sparring with him.

But now, after being treated like this by Zhiwu, the slap in the face came so quickly.

And looking at the way Yelu Zhiwu was dancing, it seemed that he was not joking.

She was obviously serious about wanting to compete with him in martial arts. After watching him fight with the old shaman, did she still think she could defeat him?

The more Anton thought about it, the more troubled he felt. He began to regret why he agreed to compete with Zhiwu. This was simply asking for trouble.

But now that things have come to this, he can only bite the bullet and hope that nothing will go wrong in tomorrow's competition.

Thinking of this, Anton decided not to think about these troubles for the time being, but turned to Zhiwu and said:

"In that case, then we have a deal. We'll meet here tomorrow."

"Okay! Okay!" Yelu Zhiwu nodded excitedly.

Seeing her eager look, Anton couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This little girl is really energetic.

After staying here for a while, Lord Anton, Shuliduo and Jiangchen left.

Zhiwu returned to the old shaman and said, "Master, when did you arrange the duel with Brother An? How come I never knew about it?"

The old shaman forced a smile, but because there was still blood at the corners of her mouth, she no longer looked as amiable as before, but instead revealed a bit of eerie horror.

“Don’t worry, Zhiwu. Master just wanted to test Master An before you two compete. As it turns out, his skills are beyond my expectations.

After all, it is a rare opportunity to compete with such a person, so you must go all out in tomorrow's duel to avoid any regrets later." The old shaman warned earnestly.

"Zhiwu understands."