Everyone turned their heads and saw a fisherman wearing a cloth-clad shoes and a straw hat holding a fishing rod made of a small bamboo pole, separated the crowd and walked in.

"You" Fatty Ma looked at the fisherman in confusion. The left-handed brother also raised his head.

The fisherman waved his hand and walked straight to the Grand Marshal and Commander Black, and turned around, "It's no big deal, you can still fight!"

Oh? Everyone immediately raised hope.

The fisherman stuffed the small fishing rod into the arms of his left hand brother, rolled up his sleeves, and took off his straw hat.

Slim eyes and white moustache, who is not the Mu Yi Drunkie?

"Hey, is this the drunkard you mentioned?" Lu Tingting pulled Guo Xiaohai's arm and asked quietly. Guo Xiaohai nodded, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The fisherman over there had rolled up his sleeves and reached out to pick up Marshal Hong: "Shrimps are good shrimps, but unfortunately I have fed too much," he said, stretching out his big fingers strangely and hooking them. He had already pulled open the shrimp tail, and gently rubbed the shrimp belly.

The technique was a bit weird, but the Grand Marshal seemed to be very useful. He didn't move his hands, and seemed to be very comfortable.

"Get the water in the tank!" The fisherman shouted softly. Soon someone brought a fish tank of clear water over. The fisherman Muyi put the Grand Marshal in with his head upside down. Soon, the Grand Marshal spitted out a bunch of dirty things inside, and the water soon became muddy.

"Change the water!" The fisherman took out the marshal and shouted again. Someone rushed to bring the new water again.

Everyone's eyes were attracted here. Kameda and others also put down their arrogant airs, came over, and looked at the scene in the field.

Minister Wu of the organizing committee was already busy next to him and directed several staff members to take action immediately to meet all the requirements here.

This mysterious fisherman is now entrusting the hopes of all the Chinese present.

"Scatter sand!" The fisherman arranged again. Soon, layers of fine sand settled to the bottom of the fish tank. The fisherman threw the marshal inside.

"Oh" Brother Zuozhe felt a little sad, and he felt a little panicked. I wonder if this old man in coarse linen is reliable. "Old man, this is cloud pattern."

"If you can't fight, no pattern is useless." The fisherman said bluntly, picked up the wine gourd around his waist, pulled the plug, and poured a few drops into the fish tank. A strange fragrance of wine spread out.

Drunk shrimp?! The left hand brother and Fatty Ma looked at each other. After playing with shrimp for so many years, this time it was so big that it was almost braised.

The Grand Marshal had already sunk into the fine sand in the water, lying quietly there, like a martial arts master who was in seclusion and dormant.

The fisherman's wine drips poured into the water, but it did not melt away, turning into strands of oil marks, slowly rotating with the water flow, like a series of spiral tornadoes covering the Marshal.

Soon, fine bubbles continued to overflow. The Marshal's long beard moved, and the surrounding spirals rotated, as if there was infinite power, and it was continuously absorbed by the Marshal.

After changing another tank of water, the Grand Marshal finally appeared in front of the crowd. He was fiery red all over, his whole body was extremely clear, and his spirit was refreshed. His long beard swung, and the cloud patterns of the two big pliers seemed to burn clouds, leaping and leaping!

"Hey, OK, OK!" Brother Left Hand said excitedly. Yes, the Grand Marshal should be in this state. Everyone couldn't help but exclaim. "What awesome," Lu Tingting pulled Guo Xiaohai and exclaimed in a low voice, "Xiaohai, this old man is so powerful in shrimp treatment, will it be?"

Guo Xiaohai looked at the old fisherman who was treating Commander Black, his eyes flashed without making a sound.

Minister Wu in the distance also wiped his sweat off his head. As a member of the county party committee standing committee of a county, he has presided over so many times. But he has never been as worried as he has today. For nothing else, it is related to the honor of the country and design foreign affairs. The most important thing is that the scene is full of twists and turns, and adventures come out one after another.

The same was done, and Commander Black also regained his true style of dominating the world. Looking at the two Chinese shrimp kings with strong auras there, everyone rekindled hope.

"Two great war shrimps, if you don't feed them, how can you let those jumping clowns jump up and down here!" The old fisherman wiped his hands and said with some emotion.

The left hand brother and Fatty Ma were embarrassed and showed shame. They thought they had to eat and drink enough to participate in the competition, especially this time, which was a big deal. The provocation of the Japanese made them even more eager to win. So last night, there were meat, fish and imported feed, but they stuffed a lot of Marshal Red and Commander Black, but who would have hurt them even if they wanted to.

"It can't be 100% recovered, but it's okay to fight with those Japanese shrimps." The fisherman glanced at the Kameda on the stage, and his eyes flashed.

"Hmph, Chinese people are used to being mysterious." Kameda snorted coldly and turned around and left disdainfully. The two teams next to him also laughed foolishly. They thought this was a folk performance arranged by the conference.

Angry! Old sorrow and new hatred, the anger of everyone present was ignited again! Kameda had already urged the host to start quickly.

They were on the battlefield with injuries and had just been cured, and the two had to fight at least five of them. What is the chance of winning between the Grand Marshal and the Black Commander?

Kameda and others were clamoring there, and everyone looked at the fisherman. The fisherman looked at the two Chinese shrimp kings, "If it can be fully recovered, it will be no problem." After pondering for a long time, he finally waved his hand and said, "Go up, the winner is in the sky!"

The atmosphere was solemn. At this moment, Guo Xiaohai walked up and said loudly: "Mr. Mu, everyone, let me help you and let us fight hard!"

Oh? Everyone looked at Guo Xiaohai. Does a young man have any unique skills?

The fisherman Muyi was stunned and smiled loudly, saying, "Okay, brother Xiao Guo, every man is responsible for the honor of the country. Let's join forces to fight against the enemy. I'll treat you a big shout!"

Huh? They actually met?! The Zuoshou Brother and Fatty Ma were both shocked. Could it be that the old fisherman was the surprise that the village chief mentioned?!

"Village Chief, do you have any tricks? It's a treasure, kill these puppies!" The left-handed brother looked at Guo Xiaohai and said.

"Yes, Brother Xiaohai, it's the last moment." Fatty Ma also hurriedly said.

"Yes," Guo Xiaohai stepped forward, looked solemn, walked to Marshal Hong and said, "Have you ever heard of Bei Chen Nanxuan?"

"Bei Chen Nanxuan?"

Everyone was stunned. Fatty Ma had the most knowledge here, but the coal boss who traveled around the world had never heard of this.

Guo Xiaohai had already squatted in front of Marshal Hong and stole.

What is he going to do?

"Bei Chen, it is Chenjiagou"
Chapter completed!