The man didn't know that Yang Yifei had ulterior motives, and he suddenly turned red when he heard this, and laughed: "It seems that the young master is also an expert, but he has not mastered the iron palm skills. Only the three successful powers of the leader Qiu Gang can only perform a oil pan to save copper coins for everyone."

The girl glanced at Yang Yifei in surprise, and the interest in her eyes became even stronger.

"good……"

When the onlookers heard this, they suddenly shouted excitedly. Yang Yi flew on his back and was obviously a man in the world. Since he had told the origin of the Iron Palm Magical Art, he must have some real skills.

These onlookers are just a group of ordinary people, and they don’t know anything about the world. If Qiu Qianrensan really has the ability to succeed, it would be enough to be among the top experts in the world. How could they be so likely to be selling their skills here to ask for money?

Moreover, since Qiu Qianren died on the top of Mount Hua two years ago, the Iron Palm Gang has fallen apart and no longer exists. This artist is just a scammer who can do something like a few moves. He doesn't know that he is bragging about it.

He walked to the oil pan, took out a copper coin from his arms and threw it into the oil pan, and gestured several exercises as if they were moving. Then he reached into the boiling oil pan, touched it for a while, and took out the copper coin.

"well……"

When the onlookers saw such skills, they all cheered loudly. The girl paid attention to Yang Yifei intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing his face slowly sinking, she couldn't help but smile. It turned out that he also saw the problem?

"Please look. If I hadn't put my inner strength deep, how could my pair of flesh be put into the oil pan without breaking it?" the artist said loudly with smugness.

"Awesome, so awesome..."

"Eye-opening..."

The onlookers were amazed, and the companions of the artist immediately struck while the iron was hot, carrying a gong to make a basin, and asking the onlookers in turn for money.

When they met Yang Yifei and the girl, they found that both of them had arms wrapped around their chests, and they turned their heads slightly and looked at him lightly. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, but they had no intention of paying for them.

The man's face changed slightly and he said, "Young master, girl, my elder brother has performed the Iron Palm Magical Art for you. How much should you mean?"

The girl shook her head and said with confidence: "One, I have no money, two, why do I have to give money when you lied to others?"

After saying that, he touched Yang Yifei with his elbow and said, "Are you right?"

Yang Yifei smiled, but before he could answer, the man immediately changed his face and said with a fierce look: "Fuck, how dare you say that our elder brother's iron palm magic skill is a lie?"

Seeing this, Yang Yifei's face darkened and said, "Oh, are you going to act arrogantly? It's okay to ask us to pay, but you have to let your elder brother perform again."

After saying that, he reached into his arms and took out a gold ingot, which was 10 taels. "If your elder brother performs again and is still fine with his hands, I will reward you with these ten taels of gold."

The artist's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted: "This is what you said, young master, everyone has heard it."

Seeing this, the girl said anxiously: "Hey, you know they are lying, why do you still have to pay?"

Yang Yifei smiled slightly at the girl, walked forward, stood beside the oil pan, and suddenly pressed her palm on the hot stove. The Nine Yang true energy was secretly flowing, and the fire under the pot suddenly burst into flames, making a whirring sound, and the flames almost wrapped the entire pot in.

The girl's eyes lit up, secretly admiring Yang Yifei's deep skills, while also understanding what Yang Yifei wanted to do. She walked forward with great enthusiasm, stood beside Yang Yifei, and looked in the pot.

After a while, Yang Yifei let go of his palm and patted the dust on his hands. At this time, the vinegar and oil in the pot had really boiled, and it kept rolling, and large streams of water vapor were pouring up.

"Okay, you can invite this hero from the Iron Palm Gang." Yang Yifei happily stretched out his hand into the oil pan and smiled.

"You...you..." The artist looked at Yang Yifei in shock and angrily, but how dare he reach out again.

The girl raised her head and said, "You put your hand in now! Why don't you dare? Don't you have a strong internal strength and understand the magical power of the Iron Palm?"

Seeing that the artist seller was just looking at them with a gloomy face, the girl snorted pretty and turned her head to the people around her and said, "Everyone, everyone has been deceived by them. In fact, this is not oil at all, but half a pot of oil and half a pot of vinegar."

"Vinegar is heavier than oil, so it sinks under the oil, and looks like a whole pot of oil. When the fire is lit, the vinegar will boil before the oil, and then it will bubbling..."

Seeing the girl use her delicate, soft, gentle and gentle voice to popularize the science for everyone, and with rich gestures and charming expressions, Yang Yifei felt very cute and smiled and let her play.

"Actually, the pot was not hot at all just now, it was warm, but now after being heated by this young man with internal force, the vinegar and oil in the pot really became hot, so he didn't dare to reach in."

The onlookers were furious when they heard this and shouted.

"Scammers, it turns out that they all deceived us and returned the money to us."

"It's okay if you don't want to pay back the money. If you put your hands in now, we believe it is true."

The scammers who were performing arts finally became angry and picked up a spear, halberd, spear, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Get out, there is no chance to watch it."

When the onlookers saw that the other party was really moved, they were frightened and instantly dispersed. Yang Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were dangerous signals flashing in his eyes.

"Dogs, men and women, dare to tear me a lesson, brothers, teach me a lesson." The leader shouted loudly, and the eight artists around him each surrounded the two of them with weapons.

The girl said angrily: "What are you doing? You lied to others first, and you still have to hit someone?"

Yang Yifei glanced at the girl in shock. At this moment, he finally realized that the girl should be a newbie who had just entered the world, and it was very likely that she had sneaked out of the house.

One reason is that she has no money, and the other is that she doesn't understand the world at all and has no experience in the world. Everyone is obviously going to be arrogant, but she is still accusing the other party of lying first.

The leader said viciously: "Beat you? I want to catch you! I will sell you to a brothel."

"Bastard." Yang Yifei was furious when he heard this, his eyes cold, he ignored the spear and halberd beside him, shouted angrily, and lifted his leg to his lower abdomen and kicked it.

These are just a group of scammers in the world. How can they avoid Yang Yifei's kick?

Yang Yifei did not use his true energy. He just kicked the man, who was at least 140 or 50 kilograms, and flew out four or five feet with the physical strength that had evolved through the perfect T virus.

The man hit the ground with his head and feet in front of him, and a standard slap of blood was spewed out in the air. When he landed on the ground, he struggled on the ground for a few times, and then he remained motionless and died of anger.
Chapter completed!