With the order, more than a dozen turtle slaves behind Mr. Xu San immediately rushed forward.

The flowers of the skirt drifted away, and the maid who was accompanying the table screamed and retreated, dodging aside.

Wang Wenchi shook his arm, and the teacup in his hand flew out, shattered it on the forehead of a turtle slave, knocking him back on the spot, and thrust him to the ground.

At the same time, two other thugs attacked left and right. Wang Wenchi stood up and slid his hands, grabbed the wrist bones of the two, and gently walked on them.

The two of them lost their center of gravity and fell forward. Suddenly, their waists were painful, their bodies had risen and flew to the sides. It turned out that they had been hit hard on their waists.

Wang Wenchi sneered, grabbed the ground with his left foot, and made a golden rooster stand on his own, and his right leg did not fall. He kicked three feet in the air. His energy was strong and the surroundings were shaking. Then he remained motionless, and dust smoke rose from the tip of his calf boots.

"Bang, huh,"

The two people in the air fell down at the same time, knocking down two round tables of scattered tables, spitting blood in their mouths, trying to support themselves, but they couldn't get up again.

Mr. Xu did not expect that the other party would be so powerful, his eyes were dumbfounded and he was dazed.

Chang Sihao's location is excellent, and he can see this fight clearly. He thought that although this Wang surnamed Wang stuttered, his leg skills made the flowing flow and smooth. If he only judged martial arts alone, he would never be under the Qin family's branch leaders.

The rest of the turtle slaves in the Xu family were shocked when they saw this scene. They glanced at each other. They knew they were powerful and they bluffed and didn't dare to step forward. Instead, the turtle slave who fell to the ground first wiped the broken porcelain pieces and blood on his forehead. He screamed in anger, got up and pounced on him again.

Wang Wenchi's mouth slanted, his right foot fell gently, hitting the turtle slave's lower abdomen.

The sound was very light when the kick touched the body. It used the long force to release people. The body of the turtle slave kicked up in the air and smashed it straight towards the round platform where Mr. Xu San was located. The amount of more than 100 pounds was hung with the sound of the wind. It swept across the heads of the rich people in the scattered platform, making them fumbling, and tea and wine spilled all over the table.

Mr. Xu San was fat and it was too late to dodge. The turtle slave flew backwards and hit his abdomen. With a thrust, his whole head pierced into his fat flesh and went to his shoulders. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if Mr. Xu San had a headless living person growing on his belly. Mr. Xu San stretched his neck down and saw it. He was startled. The male and female eyes immediately became symmetrical and round, and he shouted with two little fat hands: "I... my stomach is broken." In a panic, he suddenly felt the breath in his body swelling, and his belly swelled up like an inflatable ball, and he pushed the turtle slave back in the air.

Chang Sihao could see clearly that when the Mr. Jiang, who was wearing a painting robe, immediately flashed behind him when he saw the turtle slave flying towards Mr. Xu San, he moved his shoulders slightly, and most likely pressed his palm on his back.

The situation just now must be that he used the internal force to suck the turtle slave with the body of Mr. Xu San to suck the turtle slave away, and it was definitely not Mr. Xu San to do it himself.

All this could not escape Gao Yang's eyes. He stared at him and said, "It's true that he can't be hidden." Shao Fang was even more ashamed and nodded.

Wang Wenchi's position was on the same line as Mr. Xu, and he could not see clearly the situation behind him. When he saw Mr. Xu sucking the turtle slave with his belly and bounced it away, he was shocked and thought that Mr. Xu looked pampered and was a young master. Why did he actually have the "cotton belly" skill in the martial arts world? With a flash of thought, the turtle slave's body had shot in front of him. He stretched his left leg and moved his body to the air, and he held the turtle slave's body slightly stagnant. At the same time, he fell down his left foot and swung his right leg, and a big round kick came in the air. With a sound of a bulging, the turtle slave kicked the turtle slave again to the center round platform.

Seeing this living person circling and smashing at him again, Mr. Xu San was so scared that he screamed strangely. His legs became weak and his stomach rolled to the side. Mr. Jiang, behind him, opened his hand and grabbed the turtle slave in the air and placed it gently on the side of the platform.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the people under the young master would have some trouble,"

Wang Wenchi was excited and spoke smoothly, but he stopped stuttering. He slapped the table, and his internal force was everywhere, causing more than a dozen chopsticks in the bamboo tube to fly up at the same time. He swung one arm and swung it around, and the sound of the bamboo chopsticks was hit in the air and changed direction, and shot towards Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang's painting robe shook slightly, his sleeves turned into clouds, and he rolled it lightly, putting all the dozen bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and said indifferently: "Wang Wenchi, this is not the western border of the border town. I am afraid that it is not enough to be in the capital for these two attempts." He rubbed his hands together, and a scent of smoke rose from the ground of his palm. The fire line rushed from the upper and lower parts of his palm, turning into dust and falling.

Seeing the other party's hands split, a few chopsticks fell to the ground, not nearly as much as carbon black, Wang Wenchi's face changed drastically. There were many people with strong palm power in the martial arts world, but at most they could only hit hard objects into pieces. But the person in front of him could instantly ignite the flexible bamboo chopsticks, and his skills were really impressive. Looking back, Mr. Bai Er and Boss Hu were not good-looking, and they were both handing their eyes. Naturally, they knew in their hearts that they had met a master.

The rich people around him whispered, and Mr. Xu San actually seemed to have seen him for the first time. He was surprised and stood up straight and asked, "Mr. Jiang, your skills are really powerful. Is it the internal skills you martial arts people often say?" Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, and his voice lowered slightly: "It's just a trick, the young master laughs."

Mr. Xu looked at the man in purple with a square face and said, "Mr. Jiang must be modest," the man in purple just smiled and did not comment.

"Hahahaha," Mao Yi quickly stood up and smiled, "Meeting is good fate. Good times and beautiful scenery is just tonight. There are brothers in the world. Why did you suddenly start to fight? Look, it's not. Mr. Xu, I admired each other's names and unexpectedly met each other outside the city. After talking, I came here together, just wanting to have some flower wine to have fun. Just now, this brother Wang was greedy for two more drinks and said a few words. He accidentally hurt someone, but it was not his first move. Who did that? If you are wrong, there is no need to discuss the right and wrong. In this way, today is a good day for Yanxiang Restaurant to open. If you don’t find any fun, don’t drink good wine, and killing people will kill people, which will make the guests uneasy. Isn’t it unlucky? I would like to pay a thousand taels to be used as a supplement to those injured brothers. I hope you two can make a compromise and keep having fun and don’t be distracted. The third master is a sensible person, and I don’t know what to do," and he pressed a gold ticket on the table.

With this press, in addition to the golden ticket left on the boxwood table, there was also a sunken handprint. His palm was slowly retracted, intending to attract everyone's attention. Sure enough, there was a sound of surprise. These rich people were all laymen. In their eyes, leaving handprints on the boxwood table with a hard texture requires extremely strong skills. Mr. Jiang's ability to ignite bamboo chopsticks is more like a street trick. In comparison, it is obvious that illusion is not as good as real.

Mao Yikuai smiled with a smile on his face and cunningly looked at the attitude of calming things. He observed Mr. Xu's reaction. The so-called strong dragons do not suppress local snakes. Moreover, the other party is a master of Kyoto and the current cabinet master. However, things have come to this point. Although those who are in the world pay attention to the power of bachelors and not fighting, they cannot easily lose face. This palm is to make the other party know that no matter how skilled Mr. Jiang and the people in the Xu Mansion are, the four of them are not for nothing. Even if they are defeated, captured, or injured, they are inevitably injured. All the people present have identities, and the relationship between officials and businessmen is complicated. The Xu family's incense restaurant is opened. It is obvious that they have to be cared for. If both parties can take a step back, they will be happy.

Mr. Xu blinked and looked at Mr. Jiang sideways. He looked at the chopsticks on the ground and then swung them towards Mao Yiqiu. His eyes were filled with inquiries, as if he was saying, "Can you beat him?" Mr. Jiang shook his head slightly. Mr. Xu San's mouth moved and his brows frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied. He touched his stomach with both hands and swept away the guests who were trembling around him. He was worried and hesitant.

Mao Yi quickly saw it in his eyes, and he knew that he would get out of it after adding a few more words. He was about to speak, but at this moment, the eldest son Hu beside him was full of anger and said loudly: "Hello Mao, our brothers ate yours and drank yours on the way, and said that they shouldn't say what you shouldn't say, but what you said just now is, I met by my side. Although we are not in close friendship, we have been acquainted for two or three years. What do you mean by saying? I saw the poor palm power and felt that it was not an opponent, so I wanted to separate my relationship with the three of us. Humph, you pretend to be a peacemaker, mediate in the middle, there is no matter if you fight, and you will become a hero who will let us escape without being beaten. What a good plan. If you do this, you are also talking about loyalty in the world."

Mr. Bai Er's face was extremely embarrassed and whispered: "Old Hu, you don't know anything,"

Boss Hu glared and said, "You know what happened. Someone was stuck on his neck, but he was still talking to him."

Mao Yikuai's eyes were paired with him, and the fire came up: "Boss Hu, you are talking about uprising. Who doesn't understand the trick of Wang Wenchi's 'eating, drinking, not thanking grandsons'? Who in the world doesn't know your prospects? I'm not a small family, and that little money is just a drop in the bucket. I'm not a good match with you. It's not up to you. I'm not a good match for you. I'm not a good match for you. I'm not a good match for Yang Hu," said Jinyi, and he grabbed the gold ticket on the table, put it back in his arms, and said: "It's Wang Wenchi who scolds people, and it's also Wang Wenchi who beats people. He has nothing to do with your Maoist. You brothers have the ability. Let's fight with them. Second gentleman, let's go," Jinyi shook and turned around and rushed to the ladder.

Seeing this, Mr. Bai Er no longer paid attention to King Hu and the others. He followed closely and went downstairs together. The turtle slaves around him all saw Mao Yikui's palm power just now. He knew it was powerful and they both retreated and dared not stop each other.

The rich men in the hall had been hiding aside. Once the two of them left, there were only two people in the middle, Wang Wenchi and Boss Hu, who were quite alone. Wang Wenchi turned his head and looked at Mr. Xu in a daze and Mr. Jiang behind him. His camel face was stretched even longer.

Boss Hu glanced around and then widened his eyes, and slapped the table and scolded, "His grandma, this Mao man is not moral, so he dares to bury our brother like this, Wen Chi, let's go and fight him."

The two of them chased the ladder with great momentum. The hall was quiet. This scene came too suddenly and unexpectedly, making the rich and turtle slaves stupid. Mr. Xu was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud: "Why are this bastard so crazy? He is such an uncivilized turtle barbarian?"

Cha Chicken Farm has a lot of dealing with the gangsters in the market. After reacting, they thought they were pretending to be internal strife and wanted to save even the money for compensation. They shouted urgently: "Stop it quickly, don't let them run away."

The thugs of the turtle slaves gathered up. They just knew the superficial skills of three-legged cats fighting, and were afraid in their hearts. How could they get faster? They couldn't get enough in front of them. Seeing that Boss Hu and Wang Wenchi had already entered the stairs one after another, they quickly shouted loudly, intending to let their companions downstairs block the front, but at this moment, they heard a "bang" and a dull sound. The bodies of Hu and Wang Wang were shot out from the stairs and flew up seven or eight feet high, which shocked them.

Boss Hu sat in a downward position, his strong body fell down first, and cracked a crack of wood, smashing a round table with only half of it, and stuck its neck on the remaining half of the table. From the angle where Chang Sihao was located, all he saw was the back of his head, just like a person's head was placed on the table. Almost at the same time, Wang Wenchi's body had fallen to the sky and the ground, a camel face twisted in pain, and the vessels were protruding, as if a small snake was running around under the skin. He supported his hands and struggled, but he vomited a large mouthful of blood and lay down again. The blood on the ground was thick as mud, and there was actually dark red pieces of meat inside, which were obviously broken lungs.

The steps at the entrance of the stairs were gentle, and the two of them were chatting and walking upstairs. The previous one had a narrow voice, and they were quite charming: "Oh, I said, "My Lord Li, we haven't come out for a long time, why is the ground so messy? You said these two are quite big, running around wildly. It's not appropriate to hit anyone? I think the stairs are also narrow. We have to talk to the third young master later and ask him to change it. Otherwise, there will always be someone blocking the way and walking will be so unsatisfactory."
Chapter completed!