I can't remember the twenty times I was bounced off by the big hand in front of him, Jeff only felt that the world was spinning, and some couldn't find the north.

"Fake, I don't want to play this ghost game anymore! Whoever makes a guess with Lao Tzu in the future, Lao Tzu will directly stuff the barrel of the gun into his mouth!" Seeing the big hand make a gesture again, Jeff's whole person was not good.

Losing more than 20 times in a row, and not even a draw in between, what kind of terrible decline should this be?

Syllable!

Jeff was destined to pay for his lack of cooperation, and his big hand stood still in the air for a few seconds, then raised high, and then fell from the sky, imprinting Jeff on the ground.

At this moment, Jeff thought of a common meme on the Chinese Internet: Do you remember a palm trick that fell from the sky?

Now Jeff can answer with certainty: "Of course I remember, how could I forget, that palm almost slapped all the out of Lao Tzu!"

The strength of the big hand was very ingenious, and it was not so violent that it crushed Jeff's body, but used a method similar to high-speed fluctuations to continuously spread the power to every corner of Jeff's body.

The brain was blank, the nervous system completely lost control of the body, the muscles trembled involuntarily, and Jeff literally almost went incontinent!

"Play, can't I play?come, go on, I don't believe I can't win!" Jeff shook his head vigorously and shouted frantically as he stood up.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

……

Jeff got up again and again, his eyes were red like a beast, and the only thought in his mind was to win!

Don't ask for anything else, just win once, just once!

Gritting his teeth and punching, Jeff was very stubborn for the seventh consecutive time, and he didn't believe that the big hand could be better than him. If seven times is not enough, then eight times nine times, and see who can't help but coax first!

In the next second, Jeff, whose eyes were slightly dazed, suddenly trembled, and he stared at the fist of his big hand, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"I've won!" Jeff muttered over and over again, until it finally turned into a hysterical rant.

The big hand silently retracted and turned into a pair of smaller hands in the air, clapping heavily as if celebrating Jeff.

Jeff was left with the joy of victory in his mind, and he was like an Olympic gold medalist, running around the open field as much as he could, repeating the word "won" over and over again.

Suddenly, Jeff felt as if he had been subjected to Professor Yang's electrotherapy, his whole body convulsed violently, and his face was twisted together because of the pain.

I saw that his strong muscles seemed to be leaking, and they dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thump!

Kneeling with his legs forward, Jeff fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, completely unconscious.

……

The open space at the entrance of the Heaven and Earth Temple is quite large, and some pilgrims who have slept in the open space at the entrance the night before in order to occupy the front position the next day are not unexpected.

The more sophisticated pilgrims set up tents, spread blankets inside, and simply slipped into sleeping bags.

It's also quite amazing, it's obviously a hot summer, or in the mountains and forests, but you can sleep in the open space without feeling stuffy at all, and there are no snakes, insects, rats and ants bites.

No, the usually pampered urbanites suddenly slept quite comfortably in the wild.

It wasn't until the dull crashing and hissing cries came that the sleeping pilgrim was awakened from his dream.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?" a young man who looked to be in his twenties rubbed his eyes and got out of his sleeping bag.

A sleeping bag writhed a few times like a worm next to it, apparently the person inside was also woken up by the noise.

"Dude, did you hear that, too?" The sleeping bag zipped open, and a white chubby man crawled out of it.

"Sounds like someone is going drunk?" said the young man, unconvinced.

"Is it so heartbreaking to scream like a drunkard? I'm afraid I drank again after falling out of love?" said the fat man, touching his chin.

The young man looked at the fat man with sympathy, and sighed lightly: "Brother seems to be from here!"

"It's hard to dismantle it, okay, let's go over and have a look?" the fat man proposed.

The moonlight on Lingyun Mountain is bright, and you can see the surroundings clearly even if you don't light the lamp, unlike some of the dark and dark old forests in the deep mountains, there is an eerie and terrifying atmosphere everywhere, the young man hesitated a little and then nodded: "Cheng, it just so happens that I am also quite curious." ”

The two of them made a decision, and immediately followed the direction from which the voice came.

"Listen to the sound, it seems to be coming from the stairs up the mountain!" said the fat man who walked ahead.

"Could it be that he is also a pilgrim who has come to the mountains to make incense?" said the young man.

After walking for a while, with the help of the moonlight, the two finally saw a figure running in the clearing, shouting and shouting at the same time.

The two looked at each other, a little unable to understand the situation.

"Didn't this guy drink fake wine, or did he just take the medicine?" said the young man, a little speechless.

"I feel like I'm sleepwalking! Look at his movements and shouting posture, doesn't he look like an athlete flying with the national flag after winning a prize?" said the fat man.

When the young man heard the fat man say this, he couldn't help but bow his head slightly: "Brother, don't say it, it's really quite similar!"

Thump!

While the two were talking in a low voice, the figure that was running and shouting suddenly fell to the ground, and he didn't get up for a long time.

"Hurry over and take a look!" said the fat man to the young man.

The young man nodded, and ran towards the fallen figure.

Soon, the two of them came to the man who had fallen down.

"Uh, you're still a foreigner, hey, are you alright?" the fat man whispered into the man's ear.

The man who fell to the ground did not react at all.

"Brother, this man can't be dead, right?" The young man sat down on the ground with some weak legs, and his face turned a little pale.

The fat man trembled and reached out to probe the man's snort, and then took a long breath and said, "It's okay, I have breathing, I'm not dead!"

When the young man heard this, he was also secretly relieved.

"How could this foreigner come to this mountain in the middle of the night?

The fat man thought for a moment, clapped his hands heavily, and said, "I know, this person must have escaped from a mental hospital!"

The young man thought about it carefully and felt that what the fat man said was very reasonable.

But how could a normal person dress up like an agent in the middle of the night and appear in such a remote place, and still run and scream like crazy?

"Brother, shall we tie him up first, I have heard that some psychopaths attack others in a manic manner, and it would be bad if he woke up and attacked us like a mad dog!" said the young man.

"You have a point, I just have a rope in my bag, let's tie it up while he is not awake!" the fat man said in a deep voice.

After a while, the two men carried a bundle of ropes and went up and down their hands.

", brother, you are very skilled in rope skills! dare to ask which teacher in the island country you are studying from?" the young man said in awe.

"Ahem, self-taught, low-key and low-key! Fang Cai's is called Hou Gao Master Bondage, which is a compulsory introductory skill, now I will show you what tortoiseshell binding is!" said the fat man modestly.