Ye Qian entered the bar with a proud look on her face.
Yao Qian couldn't help laughing when she saw it, and said to Fang Xiaoyu: "How is it? Isn't it a bad taste? It's very uncomfortable!"
Huang Jian also laughed and said: "Mr. Fang, a white horse is not something that a villager like us can ride! Just take a look. If you really want to win, you have no chance!"
Fang Xiaoyu smiled calmly and said to Mr. Li on the side: "Come on, let's go in too!"
He decided to explain this matter clearly to this beauty. What a pity it would be if such a beautiful woman was lost in a car accident or something!
The current national situation is that there are more women than men, and one less beautiful woman means one more bachelor. Therefore, I must find a way tonight to help this beauty break the evil spirit on the car.
Fang Xiaoyu entered the bar with this idea in mind.
Li Muqing also led the crowd in.
"We won't call it a private room this time. Let's find a table in the hall and sit down!" Li Muqing thought Fang Xiaoyu wanted to date Ye Qian, so she said this specifically.
Because, she had already discovered Miss Ye Qian, sitting next to a table, drinking red wine from a goblet in boredom.
Li Muqing's proposal quickly received responses from Huang Jian and two experts.
"Yes, it's more fun for everyone to play in the hall." Huang Jian replied with a smile.
"Yes! It's interesting to see so many people in the hall." one expert replied.
Fang Xiaoyu sat next to her and stared at Ye Qian quietly. He saw that this beauty had a cold face and no smile on her face. She was obviously worried.
He was thinking about how to get close to this beauty and prevent her from driving tonight.
Just when he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a burst of fierce shouting from behind.
"good!"
"Look, someone is performing Qigong."
"I heard that this guy is not afraid no matter how hard he is beaten. He is so powerful!"
Everyone's eyes were quickly attracted by a naked man wearing exercise pants on the stage.
The host made an introduction to everyone.
"Now let me introduce to you Mr. Jueyun, a lay disciple from the Shaolin Temple. He practiced martial arts in the Luohan Hall of the Shaolin Temple since he was a child. He only came down from the mountain at the age of twenty-eight. Now he is successful in martial arts. He is still a virgin!"
At this point, the audience burst into laughter.
The host smiled and continued: "Today, we invite Mr. Jueyun to perform the Shaolin Iron Cloth Shirt. If you have the strength, you can come and give it a try. Mr. Jueyun has already developed steel and iron bones.
His stomach is like a piece of iron. No matter how hard he hits, it won't work. If you are not convinced, you can come up and give it a try. If Mr. Jueyun frowns or screams in pain, he will give you 100 yuan on the spot. Otherwise, give him a hit.
The other person will have to pay a hundred yuan in compensation. Which of you will come up first?"
"I come!"
A tattooed man rushed onto the stage, raised his fist, and punched Jueyun in the stomach.
Following a "pop" sound and five punches in succession, the tattooed man sighed with some disappointment, threw the five hundred yuan in the box, and walked off the stage dejectedly.
Fang Xiaoyu has practiced hard qigong and is possessed by the Meishan God. Naturally, he will not take this kind of elementary kung fu seriously.
However, that boy Huang Jian is different.
In order to stand out in front of three beauties, Li Mumei, Yao Qian, and Mr. Li, he took out a small medicine bottle from his Qiankun bag.
Huang Jian smiled somewhat proudly and said: "I have a way to break this guy's Qigong. You guys will watch later while I go up and earn him a little money to spend."
Huang Jian unscrewed the medicine bottle, smeared some Po Qi and spread it on his hands. Then he proudly rolled up his sleeves and said, "Look at me, I promise to beat this kid until he screams 'wow' and 'wow'."
After saying that, he went on stage.
At this time, five spectators had already gone up to try the fight, but all of them retreated in despair.
Huang Jianmo is a Taoist medicine that can break Qi. This medicine has the effect of breaking Qi.
It's the same as cold water breaking Qi. After applying the medicine on your hands, you touch it to the skin of the person, and the whole body becomes cold. No matter how powerful the person is, they can't help but be clever. If they suddenly attack at this time, they will definitely
Can break the opponent's hard Qigong.,
"I'm coming!" Huang Jian shouted loudly.
Soon, countless pairs of eyes turned to him. Some people among the crowd of onlookers began to whisper.
"Wow! He turns out to be a Taoist priest!"
"I guess I really met an expert."
Huang Jian saluted everyone with a proud look on his face, and the audience immediately became excited.
The host also laughed and said enthusiastically: "Great! An expert from the Wudang Sect is here. Come, let's ask our expert to do some tricks."
"excuse me!"
Huang Jian deliberately looked like he was sighing, and touched Mr. Jueyun's stomach with his palm.
Jueyun, who was stimulated by the air-conditioning, took a breath unconsciously, and the Shaoyang energy in his body was immediately broken.
Huang Jian seized the opportunity and hit Jueyun in the stomach with an uppercut.
"Ah!" Jueyun couldn't help shouting in a low voice.
"Come on! There are even worse ones!" Huang Jian hit Jueyun's stomach with two more hooks. This time, Mr. Jueyun sat down completely, stretched out his hand with pain on his face, and shouted loudly:
"I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore!"
Huang Jian straightened his body, raised his hands to the host and Mr. Jueyun, and said, "I'm sorry, I was lucky enough to get three punches. Take the money!"
There was a burst of shouting from the audience immediately.
“It’s so awesome!”
"This is real Kung Fu!"
"Yes! One look at this guy, he is a master."
The host was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Huang Jian's hand and cheered. He said to everyone: "Can we let this Taoist master also perform his Taoist hard skills?"
Huang Jian thought that after he knocked down Mr. Jueyun, he would get the money immediately. What he never expected was that the host would give him such a high hat at this time. If this was the case,
He would be laughed at if he said he didn't know kung fu.
But if he really wants to be beaten, he can't bear it.
Just when he was feeling extremely embarrassed, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of cups falling from a corner of the bar.
"Bang!"
A pretty boy next to Ye Qian deliberately touched Ye Qian and smashed his cup to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qian glanced at the man with a haughty look.
"Hey! Beauty, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Don't worry, I'll pay for the cup. If you don't mind if I sit down and have two cups!"
The boy shamelessly sat down in front of Ye Qian.
"Get out!" Ye Qian yelled angrily.
"Ouch! You're so shameless." The pretty girl raised her face angrily and looked at Ye Qian fiercely.
At this time, Huang Jian, who was at a loss on the stage, saw this situation, became smart, smiled and said to the host on the stage: "I'm sorry, my friend is in a little trouble."
After that, he hurriedly ran off the stage. Originally, he was just looking for a reason to leave.
But just as he stepped off the stage, he heard a burst of discussion.
"We've got a show! This Taoist priest is going to rescue the beauty."
"Yes! You can tell at a glance that this woman is white, rich and beautiful. If someone were to take action for her at this time, the beautiful woman might be moved and commit herself to her!" (To be continued)