"You're fucking?"

Chi Lianhu was also a little puzzled. Didn’t he point acupoints in the air and hold Qin Yifei down?

Why is Mr. Xia still suffering a loss?

He glanced at Xia Shuai's red butt, like a monkey in a zoo, feeling funny and speechless.

He helped rinse with clean water, then dry his trousers under the dryer, and then asked, "Mr. Xia, are you saying that you accidentally fell on the kettle?"

"Well, I've stepped on the banana. I don't know which turtle guy lost it!" Xia Shuai looked aggrieved, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette with hissing voice.

I feel like I'm really evil. Why is it so difficult to deal with Qin Yifei's little slut?

"Let's do this, if we have the chance, when we leave Jiangcheng..." Chi Lianhu lowered his voice and made a move to wipe his neck.

"Okay, as long as you are willing to take action, that's great. By the way, don't kill me, leave a breath, I must scald him with boiling water." Xia Shuai gritted his teeth and said gloomy.

"Well, let's talk about it then." Chi Lianhu nodded and walked out of the toilet with Xia Shuai.

Outside, in the yard, there are singing and dancing performances on the stage that has been set up.

At this time, someone cheered and said, "Brother Long, why don't you let your brothers have a martial arts performance?"

These people are all successful people in the upper class of Jiangcheng. They often go to nightclubs and dance halls. They are already a little tired of the beautiful women's moves.

Today is Long Feihong’s birthday, and all members of the Wushu Association will be present.

Seeing someone making a fuss, some members of the Wushu Association volunteered to jump up, clasped their fists and said, "My brother Chen Hongliang, perform a piece of Southern Fist for everyone!"

"good!"

With the cheers, the young man stretched his arms and punched a set of fists with great enthusiasm.

"Then I'll be ugly too!"

There were also members of the Martial Arts Association, and they fell over after a fight.

Now, they have recognized Long Feihong, the president of the martial arts association from their hearts. So they are all competing to perform and give Long Feihong a face.

On weekdays, these people in the audience are busy doing business and socializing. They have seen many beauties, but they are rarely seen in kung fu performances.

For a moment, applause was like thunder and cheers were repeated, and the atmosphere reached Gao Chao.

Xia Shuai squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while. An idea came out of his mind. He took a few steps and took the microphone from the host who was fascinated by it: "Hey...hey, everyone. I am also a martial arts enthusiast!"

Xia Shuai's voice quickly attracted the attention of the audience.

Long Feihong, who was sitting in the audience, frowned slightly. I wonder what Xia Shuai wanted to do?

Qin Fei drank beer in a small sip and muttered in his heart, this kid is really strong in his psychological quality. He was so embarrassed just now, but now he wants to jump out and make a fuss again?

However, Qin Fei did not point it out, but stared at Xia Shuai with interest, wanting to see what tricks he had.

Most of the people present didn't know Xia Shuai. Seeing that he interrupted the martial arts performance, they all scolded impatiently: "So what if you love martial arts? Come on, let me make a few fucks!"

"That's right, show it out if you have the ability, and go on if you don't have the ability!"

"Yes, go down, go down!"

Everyone just wanted to watch martial arts performances, but not Xia Shuai's eloquence performances. Xia Shuai's face suddenly became gloomy. Sure enough, poor people came from poor mountains and rivers, and people from this small place in Jiangcheng are really fucking arrogant.

However, in order to be able to pretend to be a pussy, I endured my displeasure and said with a smile: "Haha, it's too simple to just perform martial arts. Why not play a game? I'll invite my friend to the stage. Whoever can knock him back with one punch will give me 100,000. Otherwise, I don't want a penny!"

"Damn, this kid is crazy? Is this the martial arts association? Is his friend good at competing with everyone in the martial arts association?"

"Anyway, there is no loss, just try it!"

"Call your friend up, I'm the first to come!" A member of the martial arts association who practiced Iron Head Kung Fu said, touching his big bald head.

"Haha, uncle, let them open their eyes!" Xia Shuai nodded at Chi Lianhu.

Chi Lianhu knew that Xia Shuai was holding his breath. Taking this opportunity, he could make Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association lose face, so why not?

He stood up, walked up to the stage with his head held high, and clasped his fists: "Then I'll be ugly!"

"Uncle, this is someone else's territory. Just take the initiative, don't fight back!" Xia Shuai held the microphone, like a host, as if reminding Chi Lianhu, but in fact he was telling the people from the Wushu Association.

The people I brought may not be able to beat even if I stand and ask you to beat me.

Long Feihong, aren’t you fucking arrogant? Let you see my true strength!

Almost no one present except Qin Fei could see through the realm of Chi Lianhu. Seeing that he could defeat Chi Lianhu, he would have 100,000 yuan, and he became interested.

Even if you are not as skilled as others, you don’t lose a penny. Just act as a performance to cheer everyone up.

For a moment, everyone became interested and looked on the stage.

Seeing that Xia Shuai was not doing anything out of line, Long Feihong did not stop everyone from coming to power. He even hoped that someone could defeat Chi Lianhu and teach Xia Shuai a lesson.

The first big bald man who went on stage glanced at Chi Lianhu, yelled, lowered his head, and bumped towards Chi Lianhu like a bull.

Chi Lian Tiger didn't move at all, letting the other person's head hit his chest.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the big bald man staggered and sat on the ground. He uttered a sigh of relief, and when he touched his big bald man, he actually bleeding.

It feels like it is hitting someone else's chest, like hitting a steel plate.

"I'll go, I'll have two brushes!" The person below exclaimed slightly when he saw the big bald head bleeding.

"I don't dare to go to Liangshan without three or three. I guess this person is a master!"

"However, the Martial Arts Association is so big, someone should be able to get this 100,000 yuan!"

At this time, another person jumped onto the stage and fisted: "I, Zhang Dashan, have practiced iron sand palms, I am ugly!"

"Please do it!"

Chi Lianhu smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

"Hi!"

The man took a breath and slashed at Chi Lianhu's shoulder with a palm.

He has been practicing iron sand palm for almost twenty years. Not to mention a person, even a steel pipe can be easily broken.

However, with a bang, I felt my palms burning, and tears were almost coming out of my eyes.

He took several steps back before shaking his head in shame and jumping off the stage.

Maybe, no one understood what was going on, but Qin Fei knew very well. The Chi Lianhu had already stepped into the divine realm with half his foot. The spiritual energy could spread throughout every muscle in his body. Even if he stood still, he would not be able to hurt him unless he was at the same level as him.

Long Feihong also frowned. If no one could get these 100,000 yuan, wouldn’t it mean that there was no one in the martial arts association?

At this time, another member of the martial arts association jumped up: "Tang Xiaowang, the powerful Vajra fingers he practiced, will break your iron cloth shirt!"

He thought that the red tiger could be able to compete with the iron head and iron sand palms of the two people in front of him, and he should have practiced hard qigong such as golden bell covers and iron cloth shirts.

I thought of his powerful Vajra finger, and even a stone can be pointed out, can't I break the other party's iron cloth shirt?

Long Feihong also nodded slightly. This member has a good relationship with him. He is a warrior in the late stage of Huajin. The Kung Fu skill of the Vajra Finger is already in a bit hot.

Chi Lianhu yawned. This kind of game of beating children is not fun at all. If it weren't for helping Xia Shuai vent his anger, he wouldn't have been lazy to play with these people.

He pointed to his eyes and said lightly: "Pull it here, I will never blame you if you are blind!"

"Okay, that's what you said!"

The man nodded, and his two fingers poked at Chi Lianhu's eyes in a flash!
Chapter completed!