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Xiao Er came to Dou Ya'er's side, looked at the beautiful big eyes with a pair of squinted eyes, and raised his eyebrows to put a few beams of anesthetic electricity.

Dou Ya'er was disgusted and already angry, and raised her hands on the table, ready to attack.

Zhou Mengyuan and Old Monster Qiao Shan sat next to them and watched, with no expression on their faces.

In this kind of murderous atmosphere, Xiao Er, who was carried away by the fox fake tiger might, was unaware of it.

"This little ······ Whatever you want to eat, call it whatever you want. Meat and vegetarian, fine and coarse, large and small, you can use everything, and you can use it comfortably. Hey, hey!"

Dou Ya'er said angrily: "A bowl of dog blood, a dog head!"

"Hey, you, you dare to embarrass my master, are you in a panic when you are full of food and looking for trouble?"

Dou Yaer has always been the first to strike.

Before Xiao Er could react, he had already slapped several times in the mouth, hit his chin with a heavy punch, and knocked him to the ground.

All the people at the table were startled, and the sound of the punching order came to an abrupt end.

The guests who didn't know the other talked loudly: "Is there anything that can't be solved by sitting down and talking?

There are more good deeds, and they have already stretched out their arms, wanting to fight unevenly.

Dou Yaer will never forgive. Xiao Er, who looked at the shopkeeper tremblingly, prayed for rescue in his heart, stood up and knocked him down with a wave of his pocket tiger fist.

The shopkeeper Liang Zhijun has endured to the limit, and seeing that Dou Ya'er still refuses to let go, he threw away the cat, and the tiger came over.

"Grandma spare my life! The little one is illiterate, and he doesn't dare anymore. ”

Xiao Er held his head and rolled on the ground in pain.

Kicks and punches, Dou Ya'er focuses on that mouth and that head. I still don't understand the hatred, and I bring it up and fight again.

Xiao Er, who was still proud just now, was already bleeding from seven orifices, and his face turned purple.

Life is like this, live with one thought, and you can't die in one breath. Therefore, be kind to yourself, maintain a good attitude, put tolerance first in everything, the rich do not bully the poor, and the poor do not bend their knees.

"This woman is bold. Dare to beat the second child of the Linxi Inn? Look, the surname Liang is about to make a move. The show is about to begin. ”

Dou Ya'er only cared about fighting, not realizing the arrival of the shopkeeper.

Liang Zhijun flew up and wanted to kick Dou Ya'er's back.

Zhou Mengyuan roared, slashed down with his palm, and intercepted the flying foot.

The three men rushed out with kitchen knives and frying spoons and besieged Zhou Mengyuan.

Suddenly, all the pergolas at the entrance of the Linxi Inn were in chaos.

All the people at the table fled in fright, and stood on the road to watch the battle.

"My God! looks like he's going to die. ”

"Dare to do it with the people of Linxi Inn, it is definitely not good for those who come!"

In the midst of the lively crowd, the woman and his wife who were beaten by the shopkeeper in the morning appeared.

Dou Ya'er is getting more and more energetic. sent Xiao Er to the west in one go. Foot on that evil mouth and rub it hard.

"Boom!"

The jaw is off the rails. The minions' tongues are long, and the insoles are generally spit out.

The tongue is also human, why do you pick harsh language to send it out?

On the other side, the old monster of Qiao Shan played with the three guys. Let the siege be ruthless, and you can't hurt the old monster. The old monster monkey jumped like a monkey, sometimes hanging from the pergola pillar, sometimes turning over the table, and attacking from below, not looking at the three men as opponents at all. More often than not, the three men are fighting each other.

No, an old monster wanted to buckle his hand spoon, but the old monster flashed sharply, and the spoon hit the forehead of the other.

"Ahh Blood flowed down and stained his face red.

"Blind! Why are you holding me?" he said, taking another beating.

The man threw away his spoon and turned back to the back kitchen to stop the bleeding.

The remaining two, exhausted by the old monsters, one sat on the ground, like a dead snake, and the other sat on a stool, panting.

The old monster of Qiao Shan did not pursue it anymore, but also drew a stool and sat down, picked up the gourd on his waist, removed the stopper, and drank wine.

"Haha! The three of them were still resting while fighting. ”

"You know a fart! A good man who doesn't fight or fight back. This is martial arts. ”

Besides, Zhou Mengyuan, competing with Na Liang Zhijun is not as simple as Dou Ya'er and Qiao Shan's old monster opponents.

Liang Zhijun, the owner of Linfeng Inn, is famous for his kung fu and notoriety in the Linyou area. Adults often scare children and say, "If you are disobedient, you will give it to Liang Zhijun." The child immediately became well-behaved.

At this moment, Zhou Mengyuan and Liang Zhijun had already broken the table, and half of the pergola collapsed.

Passers-by who were eating and driving mules and horses had already surrounded more than two hundred, blocking the road.

Seeing that Xiao Er had already rolled his eyes and died, Dou Yaer tidied up her loose men's clothes, put the straw sunhat on her back on her head and watched the horse.

As they made their way through the crowd, people were so frightened and admired that they dodged out of an aisle.

Liang Zhijun's kung fu is not inferior to Zhou Mengyuan, and it is even higher than revenge.

If you don't use magic skills, you may not be able to defeat them.

I am a little vague about my own foundation. However, Zhou Mengyuan was not impatient, and still fought patiently.

The old monster of Qiao Shan sat there as steady as Mount Tai, and pointed to the two men who were tired of playing: "If you know each other, go back to the room to study the recipes." If you want to be the companion of Xiao Er, bring the guy over. ”

When the two men heard this, they didn't dare to make a mistake, so they quickly got up and went back to the room.

Liang Zhijun's eyes were quick and his hands were deep, and he turned around in a false way, and while he deceived Zhou Mengyuan, he snapped two palms in a row, hitting Zhou Mengyuan's left shoulder.

These two palms were very powerful, pushing Zhou Mengyuan to stumble, took a few steps back, and his butt touched the edge of the table that was cracked by Liang Zhijun's palm.

Witnessing the process of Xiao Er being killed, and the three men being tricked and defeated, Liang Zhijun did not dare to really exert his strength, fearing that once he exerted his strength, the other party would be better and suffer from it. While dealing with Zhou Mengyuan, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

However, the viewers had already surrounded them in the middle, and the way to escape could only be in the air, above the heads of the people.

Taking advantage of Zhou Mengyuan's retreat, Liang Zhijun took off on the spot, wanting to jump over people's heads and escape.

At the moment when he jumped over the crowd, the husband of the woman who was beaten by Liang Zhijun before quickly swung a knife and slashed Liang Zhijun's ankle.

Liang Zhijun was in pain, and he fell down at that time.

Enduring the pain, the tiger fist was swung and hit the temple - the husband of the woman who had been pretending to be cowardly fell on the spot, fainting at the woman's heart-rending call.

It would be tireless to continue like this.

Zhou Mengyuan moved his limbs, took a deep breath, and carried the Fa-Gong.

At the same time, when Liang Zhijun turned around, he also made an unknown achievement.

Relying solely on the posture and speed of the exercises, Zhou Mengyuan was a little rusty, and Liang Zhijun was slightly superior.

Two people stand up at the same time and push out.

The powerful air currents are like hurricanes, whirring and intertwining, and it is impossible to distinguish the high and the low for a short time.

The revenge demon was blown by Liang Zhijun's magic qi and his clothes were hular, his hairband collapsed, and his long hair floated straight to the back of his head.

The demon suppressor felt that the air was hot and powerful, and his eyes were so piercing that he didn't dare to open them, his body leaned back, and his feet were already unstable.

Whether it is internal strength or Fa-gong, the most important thing is to concentrate on the essence, qi, and divine will, only in this way can all the energy be gathered in one point and the effect can be seen, otherwise, not only will the power be weak, but when it is serious, it will also hurt itself.

Seeing that he was gradually at a disadvantage, he hesitated to suppress the demons, could it be that the Fa-Gong taught to him by the master was only in the initial stage? Otherwise, how could he be so vulnerable?

At the moment when the Vengeful Demon was slightly distracted, his footsteps moved back two small steps.

The old monster of Qiao Shan, who had been tasting wine with pride, suddenly understood when he saw this, ah! At the beginning, when he taught Zhou Mengyuan the Fa-Gong, he said one less word!

No!

The current method of revenge and demon suppression, to be precise, is completely outside the threshold, and it will only make the law-gong, and I don't understand the realm of its use.

If the confrontation continues like this, it will not be enough to fight the demons, and the demon will undoubtedly be defeated, perhaps even worse.

Defeated by mana, it is not the appearance that hurts, but the internal organs. Therefore, internal strength is the most lethal, and it is a soft knife that does not see blood.

If it is mild, it will be treated in time and it can be recovered, but if it is serious, the five organs will burst on the spot, destroying the flesh and skin of the body.

The old monster of Qiao Shan was anxious, and he was sweating all over his head when he boarded. One leaped over, tiptoe to the ground, and at the same time, the shoulder carried away the demon.

The vengeful demon stumbled and retreated into the crowd.

The old monster loach turned its body like a general, dodging Liang Zhijun's magic qi at the same time, and at the same time, it was transported to the Fa-Gong.

Squat slightly, with your left hand on your back and your right palm on your back.

In an elegant posture, he beat Liang Zhijun, the owner of the Linfeng Inn, who was bleeding from his ankle, and flew backwards and crashed into the crowd.

Three people who watched the excitement were knocked down and were unlucky on the spot.

The people around him screamed in fright and hurriedly dodged away.

When the crowd dodged away, they pushed and trampled on each other, and fell a few down.

After so many years of only focusing on cultivation, he has never come to the truth, and the old monster of Qiao Shan also wants to try whether he still has a treasure knife.

rushed over, lifted Liang Zhijun, juggled like a few times, danced a few times, and threw it towards the roof of the pergola that had collapsed to less than half of it.

"Click! hulala······"

Liang Zhijun's fat body smashed through the roof of the shed, and at the same time, all the remaining pergolas collapsed, which was faster than the demolition of Mara.

The entire door of the Linfeng Inn, if retaliated by bandits, was in disarray.

In the ruins, Liang Zhijun made a desperate bet, and a two-dragon skewer quickly stood up. At this time, the shopkeeper had unkempt hair, his face was scratched and bleeding, staggered, and he used all his strength to rush straight to the old monster of Qiao Shan.

The old monster doesn't need to dodge, block and shoot again, and directly step up to meet the attack.

Liang Zhijun is a boxing technique.

The old monster of Qiao Shan used a palm technique.

The fist and palm are opposite, and it is the opposite of yin and yang.

Between yin and yang, there are mutual punishments.

As far as theory is concerned, there should be a lot of highlights, and it should be pleasing to the eye.

However, the old monster of Qiao Shan, who has the highest kung fu, does not give this opportunity to see the lively people.

The two men reached the striking distance and shot at the same time.

The old monster of Qiao San is faster.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the palm strike is like a cannon, and there is no gap.

Before Liang Zhijun's tiger fist could touch it, he received four consecutive palms from the old monster like lightning.

These four palms, the speed is so fast, like a thunderbolt, from bottom to top, from front to back, the palms are real.

The first palm pushed on the Qi Sea acupoint below Liang Zhijun's navel;

The second palm hit the acupuncture point near the belly squeezing eye;

the third palm, which falls in the middle of the chest;

In the fourth palm, while the old monster foxstep walked sideways around the back, he didn't look at it, he turned his back and swiped his palm from his ear, like a boulder, and hit the Baihui acupoint on the top of Liang Zhijun's head accurately and heavily.

Breathing is blocked, the motor function of the five organs is disrupted, and the brain thinking is seriously impaired.

- Liang Zhijun, the shopkeeper who was still majestic, stared at his eyes that were as blind as dead fish, and his seven orifices were bleeding, like a zombie, and he fell straight back.

Old Monster Qiao Shan walked into the room.

The two men who were fighting from the window saw the old monster coming in, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Hero, spare my life! I'm going to leave here now, and promise never to do anything to the bad guys again. ”

"If you say it, you have to do it! ”

"Yes, yes, thank you!

The woman and her wife who had been beaten came over, knelt on the ground, and bowed their heads in thanksgiving.

The crowd cheered. Great praise. Speaking from the heart.

"Well done! There was a big board in the room that robbed my house and broke my mother's head. ”

"There is a walnut square table that has been handed down from my ancestors. It's pressed under the canopy. ”

"That Shouzi window belongs to my house, I want to remove it and take it back. ”

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"Since everything in this inn is robbed of everyone, what should be dismantled is demolished, what should be taken is taken, and the original is returned to the owner! However, we must pay attention to safety and do not fight. Let's do it now!"

"One of my fat pigs was snatched by Liang Zhijun and sold for money in the spring, and I want to offset it. ”

Everyone rushed up, should take it, should dismantle it, and the scene of looting is very spectacular.

The two men were also anxious, one held the chopping board, and the other fled with his head on a big black cauldron.

Zhou Mengyuan looked at the old monster and admired it sincerely.

The husband of the woman who had fainted after being beaten by the tiger punch also woke up unharmed. The good Samaritan handed the water bag to drink.

Zhou Mengyuan, the old monster of Qiao Shan and Dou Ya'er, the three of them, embarked on the road back to Zhongguan Mountain amid people's praise and cheers.

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