Who are these people? Meng Jiucheng was chewing on steamed buns with contempt in his heart. Touching a few copper plates on his body, he leaned forward against the flow of people.

The girl held the gong and turned around for half a circle, but there were few admirers, but she still had to pretend to smile. Suddenly, the gong was caught, and a thin laugh was heard. When I looked up, I saw a few scoundrels. It used to be standing there and only making fun of the girl, but now he was about to make a move.

"The little lady is so handsome!" Ma Si smiled evilly, grabbed the edge of the gong with one hand, and touched the girl's face with the other.

The girl dodged away, anger on her face. When the middle-aged man saw that something was going to happen, he took a few steps and stood in front of his daughter.

Ma Si didn't take advantage of it, so he simply put on the posture of a local snake, glared at the man, and shouted: "Do you know whose territory is here?" Walking the rivers and lakes without worshipping the place, you are so bold. ”

The middle-aged man arched his hand and said in a swallowed voice: "Brother really doesn't know the rules of your land, please raise your hand, let's go." ”

"It's not that easy." Ma Si has to make inches, relying on himself to make two hits, and he still wants to show off in front of the little brothers, and stretches out his hand to point to the bundle of guns, "Leave the guns, let the little lady pour tea to make amends, call my brother, and this matter is over." ”

"Yes, the little lady has to make amends."

"I can't be in the teahouse and get the fourth brother's family to make amends."

A few scoundrels coaxed and gathered around. Ma Si became more and more arrogant, took a step forward, opened his mouth to say cruel words, and a black thing flew over and slapped him in the face.

It didn't hurt, but most of the momentum was lost all of a sudden. As later generations said, you can't lower your head and pick up your glasses in a fight.

Ma Si looked down, but it was half a steamed bun, his heart was angry, and he scolded: "Which straight thief dares to lose grandpa." ”

A scoundrel with sharp eyes, looked around, and saw Meng Jiucheng, who was tall and tall, holding a steamed bun in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth.

"It's him, Daoist." The scoundrel stretched out his hand, and everyone's eyes immediately focused.

Everyone watched, as if in the spotlight, Meng Jiucheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand, "It's not me, it's not me who lost it." ”

Damn*, what kind of IQ do you have, the steamed buns in Lao Tzu's hand haven't been eaten yet, how could it be that Lao Tzu lost them. Although Lao Tzu really wanted to do it.

"Hey, you fool." Ma Si stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Jiucheng, walked over, looked at Meng Jiucheng's somewhat anxious fat face, and Ma Si, who came closer, changed his mind again, laughed evilly, and said: "I said that you are as powerful as an ox, you go and carry that little lady to my house, the steamed buns are enough to eat." ”

"That's not going to work." Meng Jiucheng didn't think about it, and shook his head like a drum.

"Why not? Don't you want to eat steamed buns? Ma Si frowned, originally just wanted to joke, but when he saw this stupid Taoist priest's serious appearance, he was a little curious.

"It's not right to rob people." Meng Jiu wanted to speak righteously, but the mouth of this deity had not been completely straightened by him, and if he wanted to speak quickly and well, he still needed some time to adjust, so he had to try to express himself coherently in phrases, "People, I don't want to." You can't do bad things, you're scoundrels and villains. ”

"Hey, that's smoother than ever!" Ma Si's eyes widened, and when he turned around, he laughed, as if the most ridiculous thing in the world had happened, and then said to the scoundrels with a contemptuous expression: "Hear, this fool scolds us for being bad guys!" ”

A scoundrel happened not to know Meng Jiucheng, where did he know the depth, and wanted to behave in front of Ma Si, so he immediately jumped over, due to the difference in height, he punched Meng Jiucheng in the stomach, and scolded in his mouth, "Get out of your mother, you big fool." ”

was called by a fool and a fool, and he was punched again. Although it didn't hurt very much, Meng Jiucheng didn't do it anymore. The clay figure was still three points dirty, his eyes widened, and he slammed his fist into the scoundrel's face.

If you don't agree with that, that's what! Although Meng Jiucheng was not a violent maniac in his previous life, he was not a cowardly coward.

Under the traditional education system, his parents hope that their son will become a dragon, and he also has his own hobbies. Literary and artistic flutes and sketches, and physical exercises include sanda and judo. Moreover, the age is just the blood and energy, and it is not unheard of to be at odds with people outside, and it is not unexperienced to start fighting, and the head has been scooped by a wine bottle and stitched six times!

Since the crossing, Meng Jiucheng has been really unhappy with this fat figure, and when no one is around, push-ups, planks, and squats are no less exercise. has proud muscles, so that a woman's heart beats and screams when she sees it - oh, no, it should be a good body to make a revolution, and if the revolution is successful, let's talk about the girl.

Therefore, even Xuanqing didn't know that under Meng Jiucheng's wide robe, the fat had gradually decreased, but it was not obvious on his face. is already vigorous, and now it is growing, even if he doesn't know martial arts, Meng Jiucheng is tall and has long arms, and under the mess, it is not something that ordinary people can resist.

What's more, Meng Jiucheng's punch is still famous, and in later generations, it is called a right swing box, and the boxing king or something must also be able to do it.

With a punch, the little scoundrel's head was crooked, his mouth was scooped, two broken teeth and dirty blood flew out, and he immediately fell to the ground.

The sudden change stunned everyone at once, and even Ma Si was a little blindsided. Although the Taoist priest is powerful, his brain is not bright, and he never hurts people, and the naughty boy makes fun of him and smirks. Such a fixed mindset had been formed, and he didn't react at once.

It's really not beaten! Meng Jiucheng looked at the fist he raised, and was also startled by his strength, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"You, you dare to hit someone?!" Although Ma Si was a little surprised, he didn't think that he couldn't beat Meng Jiucheng, his figure was also burly, and he had practiced mad dog boxing or something, so he immediately stepped forward after being stunned.

Meng Jiucheng hurriedly bent his arms, lowered his head and held his chest, moved with footwork, and blocked continuously. When the third punch came, he took a step back, relying on his height and arm length, and suddenly reached out to grab Ma Si's arm, and then quickly advanced and turned, slammed his side with his ass, shifted his weight to his left foot, spread his legs, and slammed out.

The whole action of this judo seemed to have some kind of magic help, and Meng Jiucheng's ass turned into a powerful ball machine. Ma Si flew up helplessly, the expression on his face changed from anger to shock and fear, and he fell heavily to the ground. He made a uh sound in his throat, and he was almost blown away, and he felt pain in his body and dizziness, and he didn't know what was going on for a while.!! Important notice of this site: The free APP of this site, no ads, no errors, fast updates, member synchronization bookshelf, text size adjustment, reading brightness adjustment, better reading experience, please pay attention to the WeChat public account appxsyd (press and hold three seconds to copy) to download the free reader!

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