"Teacher Huang..."

"Teacher He..."

"Oh no..."

The ghost cried and wailed, and Wang Zhengyu wanted to die.

Nima, it's okay if I don't call you little brother, I'll call you big brother in the future, are you my big brother?

Don't do that to us, okay?

The two old men are fighting, and you still go up to open the bet, I'm afraid that our show is going to be blocked and not allowed to be broadcast, right?

"What's wrong?" He Jiong hurriedly ran out.

"Lao Wang, what happened, is there something wrong with Zifeng?"

"What's the matter?" Huang Lei came with a kitchen knife.

"Little brother, little brother is opening a handicap in the village, or a handicap where two old people are fighting, and the barrage in the live broadcast room is going completely crazy!" Wang Zhengyu is really a sad face.

What's going on?

Little brother, it's really an uncertain factor, it's terrifying.

Just gave himself a wave of big data, and this time he sent himself a bomb, to kill him?

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also crooked.

[No, what are you kidding? 】

[These two uncles are seventy or eighty, right? ] He didn't stop it, and he planned to open a bet, did he do this? 】

[Unfilial guys, I think He Jiong and Huang Lei are the wrong people. 】

[Hehe, I think it's too, my sister must like the wrong person, is this a person? 】

[If something happens to these two old people, Lao Tzu must call the police, it's all Han Che's business. 】

[That's it, as soon as he said this, he fought with the old man, and he was the most responsible. 】

[Why are there so many trolls?] In other words, I think the little brother is too skilled in this posture, could it be that these two old men like to fight when they have nothing to do, so the little brother won't stop it? 】

[This... Is it possible? 】

In the live broadcast room, not only are black fans scolding, but also some Han Che's fans are defending him.

It's just that it looks like a little defeated, and the points that those black fans have grasped are indeed difficult to help Han Che clear up the relationship, plus what's going on with this matter...

Well, it's not clear yet.

Huang Lei and He Jiong stood behind, staring at the barrage in the live broadcast room.

At the same time, his eyes also fell on the content of the live broadcast, and he saw Han Che shouting there to buy and leave, and opened the opening words.

This... The two looked at each other, and they also felt that Han Che was not doing something right, but they felt that something was wrong.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" Huang Lei threw away his apron.

"Then let's go and see first, maybe the little brother has another purpose?" He Jiong comforted Lao Wang, but also comforted himself.

After all...

agreed with Han Che to join the show, but the result of his discussion with Huang Lei.

If there is any accident, they have to bear it, and it has nothing to do with Lao Wang, who has a fixed salary and part of the director's dividends.

How can you take on such a heavy responsibility, right?

Under the old banyan tree, Han Che clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Old Huangtou, you lost last time, can you win this time?" ”

"Nonsense, look at how I beat this old Han this time." Old Man Huang threw away his crutches, aggressive, and moved his body with light steps, "Come, Lao Tzu will make you cry today, old Han." ”

"Hey, old yellow head, Lao Tzu gave you face, right?" Not to be outdone, Old Man Han scolded.

As soon as he threw away the crutches, he pulled his fist open, and slammed his palms on his shoulder blades, and his muscles and bones instantly sounded a crackling sound in unison, and the faces of Peng Peng and Yixing on the side turned white.

It's over, it's not going to pull all the bones apart, right?

But the next moment, they were really dumbfounded, and the two old men were crackling all over their bodies, not only did they not hurt their own muscles and bones.

On the contrary, he is becoming more and more agile, and he has nothing to do with jumping.

"Quick, dodge, dodge..."

A group of villagers who were still watching the play suddenly turned white.

Just ran to the side, and didn't dare to stay under the old banyan tree at all.

Peng Peng and Yixing looked at the situation, and they also ran together, sneaking to Han Che and Zifeng.

This... What's going on?

"Brother Che, old men..."Peng Peng was a little worried and scared.

"It's okay, just the two old men moved their muscles and bones, didn't they stop the big guys?" Han Che waved his hand and said indifferently.

"It seems that no one is stopping you," the artist muttered.

Indeed, it would be a bit wrong to say that Han Che was here to encourage the two old men to fight.

But the other people are also there, the old people in the village, but there are still more than a dozen old people here to watch and play chess, why didn't they say to stop it?

On the contrary, watching the drama with relish?

In the end, there were really two old men who bet on Han Che just now, but they didn't use the money.

An old man bets on a box of small yellow croaker, buys an old yellow head to win, and is ready to win a handful of Han Che with a small Bo, and the other is to bet on Han Lao Man to win the old man Huang...

Well, it doesn't matter if the odds are low, the most important thing is to win.

"Look at the fight..."Old Man Huang rushed forward, raised his hand and pushed it out with a palm.

"That's it?" Old Man Han's eyes condensed slightly, and he punched out.

Clapping fists together.

The two old men collided together at a very fast speed, and in just a moment, they fought more than a dozen times in a row.

Under the whole banyan tree, the sound of 'popping' continued to sound, and the two old men were in good shape, moving and jumping, and their fists, feet and legs collided with the sound of breaking the air.

A little far away, Peng Peng and Yixing both felt that their eardrums hurt to death.

Only her sister, enjoying Han Che covering her ears, was not affected by this sound at all.

[, these two old men are martial arts masters? 】

[What are you kidding, this is a seventy or eighty old man, you said that they are Brother Cheng Long and Brother Jinbao, I believe it... Well, when I was young, Brother Cheng Long and Brother Jinbao...]

[No wonder Brother Han Che didn't dare to go up and stop it, to prevent others from fighting, at most he would be hurt by two punches, and to stop these two old men from fighting...]

[This is a terrible errand~]

[Served, served, they look more powerful than Uncle Long~]

Peng Peng: ??? (With his mouth wide open and his ears covered, he is in pain and filled with endless surprise.) ）

Artist: ??? (With his mouth wide open and his ears covered, he is in pain and filled with endless surprise.) ）

The sound of breaking the air was agitated, and the fists, feet, and legs crackled.

"Brother Che, old man, they..."Yixing stammered and asked.

I retreated away, and I barely made my ears feel better.

Han Che listened to his question, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "The two old men are heroes, veterans who retired from the counterattack back then, and were martial artists in Guangdong Province when they were young. ”

"Don't underestimate the two of them, just a young man like you, don't want to get close to them."

"That don't dare, that don't dare," Peng Peng said quickly.

Not to mention both hands...

It feels like all ten hands are hanging very much.