Feng Ao quickly restrained his ugly expression of being scared and about to pee his pants, and after coughing a few times, his face looked as smooth and natural as possible.

In this regard, Zhou Yan laughed heartily.

This trick really works.

Moreover, Feng Ao's gaffe expression just now has already made everyone take it in their eyes, and everyone has believed what Zhou Yan said, and they all have strange eyes, and they want to laugh but don't dare to laugh at Feng Ao and Mo Feifei.

Zhou Yan was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that after Pan Ruochen returned to Lingchen Martial Hall the day before yesterday, with his big mouth, the sensational scandal between Feng Ao and Mo Feifei should have been known to the streets.

But now, it seems that the people in the martial arts hall don't know about it.

"No, your cousin's injuries are critical. You better send him to the medical hall of the martial arts hall to see the injury first. ”

Feng Ao's expression now is really as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly in his mouth.

In his heart, he couldn't wait to pinch Zhou Yan to death immediately, but he didn't dare to put the handle in the hands of others.

"yes..... Anyway, Zhou Yan used to have an old relationship with me, so if you don't look at the face of the monk and see the face of the Buddha, let him go first. ”

Mo Feifei, a woman, also immediately changed her face.

Ling Bucheng didn't care, anyway, he was collecting money to do things, and the owner said to stop, how could he go to trouble Zhou Yan again.

"Wait. ”

At this time, Zhou Yan smiled strangely and suddenly shouted.

Seeing Zhou Yan's expression, Feng Ao and Mo Feifei were shocked, and they didn't know if Zhou Yan wanted to break the net and show the portrait.

Although, at this moment, there are already countless crazy eyes and ridicule from the two of them, as long as Zhou Yan does not show the portrait, things will still have a turnaround.

"Zhou Yan, we used to be together, what else do you want?"

At this time, Mo Feifei snorted at Zhou Yan in a coquettish tone.

If it had been before, Zhou Yan might still be useful.

But now, it really scared him goosebumps and disgusting.

Zhou Yan raised the folded painting in his hand, then looked at Ling Bucheng and said, "Are you interested in making a bet?"

Of course, this is actually for Feng Ao and Mo Feifei.

After Ling Bucheng glanced at Feng Ao's eyes, he asked, "What bet?"

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "As for you, you must complain that I hurt your cousin, and you have a grudge in your heart." Well, I don't think this painting is a sticky touch. In this way, the two of us have a literary fight. If you win, I will kowtow to Wu Mang and apologize, and compensate him for all the costs of treatment. ”

After Zhou Yan's voice paused, he continued: "Moreover, I will give you something such as a painting or a word." ”

Hearing this, Feng Ao and Mo Feifei couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted excitedly: "No, for your cousin, it's a gamble!"

As far as Feng Ao knows, Xiaoyao Lou does paint portraits of the most unpopular customers, blacklist them for a period of time, and then stick them inside the store.

However, no paintings remain.

Although Feng Ao and Mo Feifei also extremely suspected that Zhou Yan was cheating them, it was a matter of clearing their reputation, and this face could not be lost, and they did not dare to take risks.

Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, the painting in Zhou Yan's hand really comes from the inside of Xiaoyao Building, so if this painting is destroyed, he will not be afraid of scandals in the future.

If there is no evidence, it will be enough to be killed and not admit it.

Zhou Yan was laughing in his heart, he recognized that Feng Ao and Mo Feifei would definitely take the bait, so he added: "However, if you lose, then I will eliminate the matter with your cousin Wu Mang." And you're going to lose me a hundred taels of gold. Do you dare?"

"What! a hundred taels of gold, you poor ghost is crazy about money, right?"

Ling Bufu, who was about to agree, suddenly frowned after hearing one hundred taels of gold, how could he have so much money.

Therefore, the inquiring gaze looked at Feng Ao.

When he saw Feng Ao nodding, Ling Bucai laughed, patted his chest and said, "Hmph, one hundred taels of gold is one hundred taels, I will still be afraid of you as a mere martial artist? ”

The smile on Zhou Yan's face stretched even more, and said, "Simple." You and me, play at will, punch each other, and the beaten person can't dodge. In the end, whoever is beaten and retreats far away will be counted as the loser. ”

Zhou Yan..... Although he doesn't have a martial arts source, he is the third level of cultivation of a martial artist, so you won't lose if you compare it like this. ”

"Zhou Yan, don't compare. ”

"Zhou Yan don't be impulsive. ”

Some people who wanted to help Zhou Yan persuaded on the side.

I thought that Zhou Yan could play some tricks, but when they heard such a comparison, Feng Ao and Mo Feifei laughed in their hearts, afraid that Zhou Yan would regret it, so they hurriedly said: "Well, it's very fair and very reasonable." This Wendou is good, and it won't hurt everyone's harmony. ”

Ling Bucheng laughed even more, staring at Zhou Yan like an idiot: "Okay, I agree." Kowtow to my cousin and apologize, you are on your knees. ”

"Happy, so decided. But what about a hundred taels of gold? I doubt you'll be able to get it. ”

Zhou Yan looked at Ling Bucheng and said with a smile.

"Cut..... Poor and crazy dead sour ghost. Do you think you can win? If you can win, not only will you lose a hundred taels of gold, but Lao Tzu will also kneel down and kowtow to you and call you grandpa. ”

Ling Bucheng sneered disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not interested in receiving my grandson, money?" Zhou Yan waved his hand and said with a wicked smile.

"You ......"

Ling Bucheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and Zhou Yan took advantage of him.

"No, have you forgotten? You still have a hundred taels of gold tickets with me. ”

At this time, Feng Ao looked at Zhou Yan with a sneer, stepped forward and handed Ling Bucheng a golden ticket, and at the same time whispered in his ear: "Cripple him, don't show mercy." ”

"Well, poor people who have never seen money. A golden ticket of one hundred taels of gold, you have never seen it in your life, open your dog's eyes. ”

Ling Bucheng, who was surprised, took the golden ticket, raised it high, and threw it at Zhou Yan again and again.

Zhou Yan greedily stared at the hundred taels of gold tickets, then quickly drew a straight line on the ground, walked to the line, put his hands on his waist, and pretended to be arrogant.

"Since Wendou is what I mentioned, I will cheapen you. Let you hit me first, lest others say that I am bullying you. ”

"Hey..... You can still bully me!?"

Ling Bucheng was happy on the spot, angry and funny, this Zhou Yan has the strength of a martial artist, and he still doesn't know whether to say such a thing.

"Zhou Yan, you're crazy. ”

"How can you get a punch from him first, it's not good for you. ”

"yes, he should be punched by you first. ”

The poor warriors were worried about Zhou Yan, and no one was optimistic about this fight, and they all thought that Zhou Yan would lose.

Martial artist double against three, how could Zhou Yan be Ling Bucheng's opponent.

"Uh, how can I bully a powerless warrior third man. I'm going to hit him first, I'm afraid I'll kill him with one punch. Besides, I, Zhou Yan, am a person who has practiced the "rock does not move" in this martial arts, my chest is as hard as a rock, and my sword is difficult to hurt. ”

Zhou Yan glanced at Ling Bucheng with disdain, spoke domineeringly, and deliberately patted his chest, saying, "Just like him, if his fist dares to hit my chest, I am worried that his hand will be broken." ”

Hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes.

For the first time, everyone discovered that Zhou Yan still has the shameless ability to blow all the cows into the sky.

"Hey, you're a windy poor ghost who isn't afraid of a flashing tongue. Okay, good..... If I don't break more than five of your bones with one punch today, even if I lose. Besides, I'm going to call you grandpa!"

Ling Bucheng was angry.

"Hmph, he's finally enlightened. ”

At this time, Mo Feifei on the side sneered.

"How?"

Feng Ao raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Obviously. How could Zhou Yan be Ling Bucheng's opponent, and he had to accept Ling Bucheng's punch first, isn't this just admitting defeat and surrendering softness in secret. ”

Mo Feifei smiled proudly and said, "He must be afraid, and he wants to find a step to hand over the painting to us, so that we can calm down and spare him." ”

"Hmph, it's too late to give in now. Whether or not he did that the day before yesterday, I will make him a wreck. ”

Feng Ao said coldly.