All the plans began to run, I pondered back and forth, or temporarily transferred Xiaobai to Ji Canghai.

Chen Jiayan is a handicraft job, as long as he has skills, but Ji Canghai is more like singing on stage, and he has to have a drama partner.

The rest is to think about myself.

The smaller the place, the more people are engaged in fortune-telling, and Mo Nan is no exception.

As far as I know, there are at least dozens of gentlemen large and small in Monan County.

Of course, there is also a mixture of fish and dragons.

My Uncle Tuoya found some solid relationships and quietly released the rumor: The little fairy wants to accept apprentices.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

My current reputation has broken out, and relying on the three words 'little fairy', it is not difficult to recruit some disciples.

After the arrangements were made, I hurried to the street agreed with Ji Canghai.

The street is surrounded by commercial streets, and it can be said to be the center of the city center.

Far away, you can see a large plaque erected, on which is a premeditated life and death situation.

The passers-by all stopped to look sideways, and I pretended to be one of the people watching the excitement and walked forward slowly.

"Hey, if you win, he'll get 10,000 yuan!"

"Don't be unable to get the money, put your life in again!"

Seeing that the two of them were chatting hotly here, I turned on the self-cooked mode.

"10,000 yuan, that's a lot!"

The eldest brother next to me glanced at me: "In our small county, the monthly salary is only 3,000 yuan!" Can you win three months' wages in a fight?"

"Is there a lot of pies, or are there a lot of fools?"

I chuckled to myself, that's what I wanted.

10,000 yuan is definitely a lot of money for the city of Monan.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, this is the eternal truth!

"Boom!"

Xiaobai wore a Zhu Bajie mask and carried a gong in his hand, attracting the attention of the crowd.

"Today, we're setting up a ring here!"

……

Little White Balabala talked a lot, until he finished speaking, and there was no one around who moved.

"Please, Lord!"

Xiao Bai stretched his neck and shouted, and the gong in his hand exploded again.

Ji Canghai was wearing a floral cloth shirt, blue cloth shoes under his feet, and an old hood on his head, and he stepped into the ring step by step.

Silence, death-like silence.

"Hahahahaha!"

I don't know who laughed first, like the fuse of a bomb, instantly igniting the audience.

"Older than my grandmother, still fighting? Don't die on stage!"

It was a little yellow hair who was talking with a playful face and teasing his companion.

The inferior leather jacket exuded a thief's light on his body, and there were strange iron chains hanging from his body, and his head was yellow and hairy, comparable to that of a golden silk cat.

At a glance, you can see that this is probably not a good baby.

Get.

Let's teach them a lesson.

I leaned forward, squeezed over to Little Yellow Fur, and deliberately amplified my voice.

"It's a mule or a horse, you have to come out and slip."

Little Yellow Fur pushed me hard, "What are you talking about?"

"The road is your home? Don't you want to talk?" I dusted my shoulders, "If you have the ability, go up and compare with him."

After saying that, I deliberately gave him a roll of his eyes: "Poor!"

Xiao Huangmao sneered a few times: "I'm afraid of killing her!"

"Anyway, there is a life and death situation, and you are not responsible for death."

I deliberately gave him a blank look: "If you don't dare to go in the ring, you will be poor here?"

"Hey,!"

Little Yellow Fur slammed his leather jacket to the ground, revealing two ribs that looked like washboards.

"I don't believe in evil!"

The first person to pick the ring stepped forward and attracted the attention of the audience.

Ji Canghai stood up tremblingly, moving his little feet to stand in front of Huang Mao.

Xiao Huang Mao shook his wrist decently, and shook his neck again: "Old lady, you ......"

"Bang!"

Before he finished his next words, the whole person had already flown back into the ring, and the crowd of people who smashed it scattered in all directions.

I didn't even see how Ji Canghai made a move, I just felt his body move.

Sure enough, professional Muay Thai fighters are really not vegetarians.

Ji Canghai seemed to be nothing, returned to the middle of the ring, and sat quietly.

The initial ridicule had turned into shock, and no one except me knew why this gray-haired lady had such neat kung fu.

Little Yellow Fur lay on the ground, unconvinced, and shouted at his companions to rush up.