I didn't say anything, just walked forward, and Ji Canghai jumped out with a tacit understanding.

A volley hit the heart and feet, hitting the chest of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.

By the time I rushed over, his sternum had collapsed slightly, and he was just cowering in the corner, motionless.

To be honest, I don't have the guts to kill.

Still, I can make him miserable for the rest of his life.

I took off my clothes casually, threw them in a basin of water and dipped them in water, and then buckled them on the head of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.

"Erhai, give me the clothes!"

I wrapped Ji Canghai's clothes around him, and raised my hand to make a whole set, a total of sixty-eight strokes.

The palms of the palms avoid the vital points, but the palms are all in the veins.

Coupled with the fact that he is now having difficulty breathing and blocked his qi pulses, he will have to cough for the rest of his life!

In addition to the meridians, I didn't let go of every joint on his spine.

From today onwards, when it rains in the future, he won't even be able to get out of bed!

The yellow-robed Taoist priest kept begging for mercy, and even his grandfather shouted out.

"Bastard!"

I ripped the clothes off his head and punched him through the nose, "You should be ready from the day you have the worst!"

The second master was beaten on the stage, and the yellow-robed Taoist priest was beaten off the stage.

The worship door arranged by the second master himself became a one-sided beating.

At this time, Uncle Ya's voice came from behind: "Okay, okay."

"What do you look like?"

Uncle Ya was wearing a white shirt and stood slowly on the stage.

His hands seemed to be fluttering, but they were just a few moments, and those tower-like men staggered back from the stage.

I knew that this old man was not simple, but I didn't expect him to even be able to turn the clouds.

The Cloud Turning Hand is the kung fu of the spire of Tai Chi, and unlike all kung fu, this move relies on the power of the fingers.

If you want to practice, you really need to work hard.

Uncle Ya cleaned up the stage, and reached out to drag the second master with a blue nose and swollen face.

He then turned around again, habitually shaking the fan, and said indifferently, "What are you doing? Want to rebel?"

"The second master made a heinous mistake today, and his seniority is also here! Tsunatsune ethics made you eat?"

In the entire Ivy Spring Meeting, except for the second master, Uncle Ya's seniority is considered to be the top of the sky.

Standing here now, it can be regarded as holding up the scene.

"We are so dedicated to making money for the gang, why are we being swallowed up like this?"

The one who spoke was a tall and thin man, who didn't seem to have much combat power, but the rubber stick in his hand was a little angry.

The scolding continued one after another, and the scene was chaotic like a vegetable market.

"Get out of the Ivy Party!"

I don't know who shouted, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

After a while, all the noise turned into a unified slogan, shouting one by one for the second master to get out of the Ivy Spring Meeting.

I watched from the sidelines, and all I could do was excitement.

If it weren't for the second master's ghostly heart, why did he get to this point?

God has eyes, if he gets out of the Ivy Spring Meeting, then the world will be peaceful.

I even thought about the next step.

"Don't be so impatient."

Uncle Ya patiently comforted: "Okay, okay, my old man will compensate everyone for the second master first."

"This expulsion from the Ivy Spring Party is indeed a bit too much, Nian Zai has contributed to the gang in the second master, and he is old, don't cut off his way of life."

As he spoke, he took out a small handkerchief from his bosom and took out some money from it.

"When Wang Ju was here, he raised these old people, let the second master also go to the nursing home, and I will pay the money."

Although the audience was still a little dissatisfied, the voice was obviously weakened a lot.

Tut.

Ji Canghai said that he couldn't understand me, but I couldn't understand Uncle Ya either.

Now is obviously the best time to get rid of him, why did he come out to intercede?

He will not understand the truth of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Uncle Ya cleared his throat again: "Then I will make an assertion, and this matter is decided."

Uncle Ya put an end to this matter lightly, and was just about to step down from the stage, but he paused again.

"Oh, I'm here today to do business."

He patted his head lightly, "Haven't voted yet, have you?"

"Vote for his grandmother! What kind of good thing can the person he recommend?"

When I looked back, the yellow-robed Taoist priest was gone.