Chai Yan then said, "What if? At the feet of the Emperor, do you still dare to hit me?"
"Oh, you are quite talented!" The man with the big accent slapped his palm on the table: "Do you really think I don't dare to beat you?"
After saying this, the big man stood up and rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to take action.
But Chai Yan remained motionless, waiting to see what he could do to him.
Unexpectedly, the big man showed his teeth and claws at Chai Yan condescendingly for a long time but did not make a move. In the end, he sat down again and frowned.
When the tea patrons and shopkeepers in the distance saw this scene, they couldn't help but wonder, could it be that these burly men were just a bunch of paper tigers who could only scare people?
The three people around the man with a strong accent were also very surprised when they saw this, and they all cast puzzled looks at him.
Suddenly, the man with a strong accent asked: "Boy, looking at you, you are a scholar, do you have any fame?"
Chai Yan immediately laughed. I am sorry that this guy hesitated for a long time and did not do anything. It turned out to be because he was worried that he was a scholar with a good reputation!
In the prosperous dynasty, it was a serious crime to beat up a distinguished scholar. Although this man looked reckless, he was not stupid in his mind.
Chai Yan shook his head and said: "I am not a scholar, and I have no fame..."
After saying that, Chai Yan secretly added another sentence in his heart: But I am a baron of Anping County, but I don’t want to tell you!
The man with a strong accent asked doubtfully: "Really?"
"Really." Chai Yan nodded.
The man with the big accent instantly became irritable and shouted loudly: "Throw this kid out!"
"Okay, big brother!"
The person next to him immediately agreed, and without any explanation he went over to pull Chai Yan, intending to throw him neatly out of the tea house.
But Chai Yan was like a stone Buddha with roots under his feet, sitting firmly on the stool. No matter how hard the man pulled, he did not move at all.
Just when everyone was in shock, Chai Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed the forearm of the man who was pulling him, and then twisted it outward. The man screamed "Wow!" and he half-crouched.
On the ground.
"Let go, let go, let go, you..."
After Chai Yan sneered, he pushed the person out. The person knocked over a table, then overturned two benches, and finally fell to the ground with an "ouch" and almost broke his front teeth.
Seeing this scene, the tea patrons and shopkeepers who were watching from a distance understood that this young man was a martial artist, and his martial arts was not bad, otherwise he would not have dared to fight one against four and stay calm in the face of danger.
The two men hurried over to help the overthrown brother, and then glared at Chai Yan together.
"Brother, teach him a lesson!"
"Yes, teach him a lesson!"
With this twist and push, the man with the strong accent realized that Chai Yan was not a simple man. He immediately raised his hand to stop his brother and said: "It turns out that he is an expert who hides his secrets!"
Chai Yan didn't answer the call, he just drank tea calmly.
After a moment of silence, the man with a strong accent clasped his fists and said, "My name is Zhao Jiang. Who are you? Tell me your name..."
Chai Yan didn't even raise his eyelids and continued to sip his tea, as if he didn't hear what he said.
"You brat, how dare you be so arrogant!" Zhao Jiang was furious and prepared to wave his fist at him.
"Wait!" Chai Yan suddenly raised his hand to block the situation and stopped.
Zhao Jiang shouted angrily: "What are you doing? It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
Chai Yan frowned and asked, "Who told me to ask for mercy?"
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Jiang was stunned.
Chai Yan smiled and said: "Zhao Jiang, right? If you want to do something, I'm not afraid to accompany you. It's just that if you fight in someone's shop and break the tables, chairs and benches, how can you do business?"
"Then go out and fight!" Zhao Jiang's voice sounded like thunder.
Chai Yan laughed even more, pointed outside and said: "Go out and fight? Didn't you see how heavy the rain is outside? By then, you will be covered in mud and water. If you don't think it's dirty, I won't!"
"This won't work, that won't work either. You kid is obviously just looking for an excuse and you don't dare to fight me!" Zhao Jiang shouted.
"Is that you?" Chai Yan sneered, and Niubi laughed coaxingly: "Ten more are not enough for me, hahaha..."
Zhao Jiang and his brothers were also happy.
Zhao Jiang said rudely: "You brat, your sharp words are useless, but you have the guts to fight me one-on-one!"
"I've said it before, it's not good to break things in other people's stores... I've got it!"
Suddenly, Chai Yan thought of a way and asked, "Zhao Jiang, do you dare to have a literary fight with me?"
"Wen Dou?" Zhao Jiang's face darkened and he said, "I'm not a scholar, who the hell is going to fight with you?"
Chai Yan suddenly slammed the table, pointed at Zhao Jiang and said: "Just say you are uneducated. Who told you that literary fighting must be better than reciting poems? The literary fighting I am talking about is a civilized way of fighting!
"
"Huh?" Zhao Jiang was stunned when he heard this: "Civilized... fighting style?"
"...Hey, do you three understand? What is this kid talking about?" Zhao Jiang didn't understand what Chai Yan said, so he went to ask the brothers around him.
The three brothers understood what Chai Yan meant, so one shook his head, the other thought, and the other encouraged Zhao Jiang to stop talking nonsense to Chai Yan and just beat him up!
Chai Yan squinted his eyes and shook his fingers at the four people, and said: "My method can not only fight one-on-one without breaking anything, but also not getting covered in mud. How about it? Do you dare to try it?
A competition?"
Zhao Jiang thought for a while and asked, "What is the method?"
Chai Yan chuckled and said three words clearly: "Arm wrestling!"
"Arm wrestling?" Zhao Jiang was shocked, and then burst out laughing: "Hahaha, did you hear it? He said... Hahaha... He said he wanted to break up with me.
.....Haha... arm wrestling! Hahahaha..."
When Zhao Jiang smiled like this, the other three brothers also burst into laughter, and suddenly the teahouse was filled with rough and unrestrained laughter.
"Have you laughed enough?" Chai Yan felt that the laughter was very noisy, so he said angrily: "If you don't dare to compete, get out of here, so as not to be an eyesore in front of me!"
Zhao Jiang slowly stopped laughing, looked at Chai Yan's thin arms and said, "Boy, you are just like a chicken, how can you have the courage to fight with me?"
"Can you stop talking nonsense?" Chai Yan slapped the table, frowned and stared at Zhao Jiang's face and asked, "Just tell us if we can compare!"
Without waiting for Zhao Jiang to answer, the brother expressed his wish first.
"Compare it, brother!"
"Yes, big brother, compare with him!"
Zhao Jiang naturally wanted to accept the challenge. Chai Yan, with his thin body, challenged him with an arm wrestling match. If he didn't accept the challenge, wouldn't he be laughed at by his brothers?
"You brat, I'll compete with you!"
Then, Zhao Jiang looked like he was sure of victory and shouted: "Now, the ugly words are ahead. If your little arm is broken in a while, don't rely on me to strike too hard!"