Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and said, "Let's guess the peach pit. Guess which of my grandson's hands has the peach pit. If you guess it right, I'll give you a flat peach."

Fang Xiu nodded in agreement: "Yes, but there is a prerequisite. You cannot cheat with magic. I know that you are proficient in the seventy-two transformations, and it is no problem to conjure a few peach stones."

Sun Wukong smiled unnaturally and scratched the monkey's head: "Haha, how could it be possible? I, the old Sun, would not lie to you, a junior."

Then, he turned his hands over, clenched his two hands covered with monkey hair into fists, and stretched them out in front of Fang Xiu.

He said excitedly: "Come on, let's guess."

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly. Just now, he didn't even see clearly how Sun Wukong put the peach core in his hand.

Looking at the two fists of the same size, he said without hesitation: "Left hand."

Sun Wukong suddenly opened his left hand with a disappointed look on his face, and there was indeed a peach core inside.

"Come again and again, you'll be lucky."

This time, Fang Xiu’s answer was still his left hand.

Sun Wukong was slightly startled: "Did you guess it right again? Come again, come again!"

"Right hand."

"Come again!"

"Left hand."

"Come again!"

"Not even two hands."

Sun Wukong's previous careless expression gradually turned into a look of urgency. He kept scratching the monkey's head and refused to admit defeat: "I don't believe it yet, come again."

At this time, Fang Xiu stopped guessing.

Sun Wukong was anxious: "Hey, why don't you play anymore? I'm afraid that my grandson won't give you the flat peach. Just wait, and I, my grandson, will get it for you right now."

Fang Xiu shook his head: "I'm tired of winning, it's boring."

As soon as he said this, Sun Wukong grinned and scratched his head angrily.

After saying that, Fang Xiu turned around and was about to leave Pantaoyuan. This time, Sun Wukong was so anxious that he was not willing to let Fang Xiu leave. He stepped in front of him and stood in front of him.

The speed was so fast that even with his current strength, it was difficult to see clearly.

"Don't leave, there's no reason to want to leave just after winning? This is your flat peach, you take it first, and we continue."

"It's not that I want to leave if I win, but it's just too boring to bet with you and not challenging at all."

When Sun Wukong heard this, his monkey face changed again and again: "You are a bit too arrogant, let's change the gambling method and try somersaults to see who can turn far! If I lose, I will give it to you directly. A thousand-year-old flat peach!"

Fang Xiu shook his head. He would only do somersaults with Sun Wukong unless he lost his mind and went crazy. People can only do somersaults a thousand miles away, so what is the comparison?

He will only bet on what he is best at.

It seems that Sun Wukong is not really a Buddhist, and he still has things he cares about. Think about it, in the original work, Sun Wukong made a bet with Tathagata Buddha, and then fell into trouble.

"Somersaults are too unchallenging. Let's compete on whatever you are best at."

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment and gave Fang Xiu a strange look: "Are you sure?"

Fang Xiu imitated the boy before, with a look of impatience and contempt on his face, which made people angry: "If you don't even dare to compete with me at what you are best at, then don't stop me. "

"Okay, okay!" Sun Wukong laughed: "This is what you said. After you lose, don't go around saying that I am bullying the younger generation. What I am best at is fighting. I remember back then... ..."

"Okay, it's better than fighting." Fang Xiu interrupted directly. He was in a hurry now, because the Peach Festival would start soon, and he had to let Sun Wukong destroy it before the Peach Festival started.

"Come on, come on, I will give you two hands."

Sun Wukong put his hands behind his back, as if he had a chance to win.

Fang Xiu shook his head: "No need to give in, you can't hurt me at all even if you try your best."

The calm tone seemed to be stating some ironclad fact.

Sun Wukong began to scratch his head. Since he became a disciple, no one has dared to be so wild in front of him.

At this time, Fang Xiu said again: "Let's see, flat peaches are fragile. If you really use your hands, you will inevitably damage these rare things of heaven and earth. You and I will make a three-move agreement. I will stand here and not take action. After three moves, As long as you can hurt a hair on my head, you win."

"It doesn't take three moves, but if you can catch one of my grandson's moves, you win."

"Okay, since it's a bet, there must be a stake. What's your stake?"

Sun Wukong was already impatient and pointed to the delicious and juicy peaches on the side: "If I lose, you can pick as many of these peaches as you want."

Fang Xiu didn't even look at the peaches, and said calmly: "What do I need so many peaches for? Let's do this. If you lose, just promise to do something for me."

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, and then he responded: "Okay, so your boy is waiting for me here. It turns out that this is your purpose."

Fang Xiu had figured out Sun Wukong's temper at this moment, and was not afraid that the other party would see it. He said bluntly: "Yes, if you are afraid of losing to me again, you don't have to bet."

"Bet! You must bet!" Sun Wukong glared: "Are you afraid of losing? If you compare yourself to others, I might be a little scrupulous about fighting? I've never been afraid of anyone!"

At this point, he suddenly changed the topic: "But first of all, Ang, what you ask me to do must be something I can do. It can't be too difficult or take too long."

Fang Xiu sighed slightly, this Sun Wukong is really a monkey spirit. He seems to be competitive and gets the upper hand when provoked, but in fact, he is like Ming Jing. Even if he is confident that he will not lose, he must add a few conditions to be cautious. Agree.

"it is good."

"What's your bet?"

"You can make whatever conditions you want." Fang Xiu replied calmly, because he knew that he couldn't lose, so it didn't matter no matter how harsh the bet Sun Wukong asked for, he didn't have to give it anyway.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes: "I won't embarrass you, old Sun. If you lose, tell me how you see through the peach core."

Just now, Fang Xiu repeatedly guessed the peach core, which had already aroused his curiosity, because he didn't feel any fluctuations in magical power from Fang Xiu, but he could see through his own palm.

His body is harder than the artifact, so it's impossible for anyone to see through the peach core under his palm.

"Okay." Fang Xiu nodded.

boom!

Without any warning, Sun Wukong punched Fang Xiu on the arm.

That punch was smooth and straightforward, without any fluctuation in power, just like returning to nature.

The reason why he hit his arm was because he was afraid of killing Fang Xiu with one punch. After all, in his perception, Fang Xiu was just a demigod.

No ordinary god could take a punch from him, let alone a demigod.

He knew that Fang Xiu was so confident that he must have something to rely on. To be cautious, he chose not to use martial ethics for a sneak attack.

In fact, it's not a sneak attack, it's just that he didn't say anything before taking action. The moment Fang Xiu nodded, the bet was established, and he could naturally take action.

Sun Wukong comforted himself like this.