The monk suddenly became energetic, looked at Xu Zhenyang, and then looked at Wei Qingqing, who was standing in place at a loss, and said in a hot voice: "It's done, you have to grasp the rhythm, don't let me make a fool of myself in front of so many people." ”

Xu Zhenyang said with a smile: "Even if you go, aren't you worried about my errands?" Lei Hao happened to also come over, and pouted disdainfully when he heard his words, but he didn't make a sound.

The monk moved forward with confidence, but Lei Hao was full of doubts: "It was not easy for him to muster up the courage, don't fool him." ”

"He's my employer, how could I fool him."

"Then why did you fool me the other day? Am I not your employer too? ”

Xu Zhenyang shook his head solemnly: "You are not my employer, you are just the object of my protection." ”

"Well, even if I'm the object of your protection, we've been together for a few days, so we have some feelings, right? How can you bear to fool me? ”

"I've protected the Terracotta Warriors and Horses before, do you want me to have feelings for the Terracotta Warriors and Horses?"

Lei Hao was angry, so he had to ignore him and turn his head to see how the monk was going to heroically save the beauty.

The little Vietnamese man Ma cut many people in front of him, and he was really majestic, like the reincarnation of Le Li, murderous, like Nguyen Hue being reborn. was looking around, and suddenly saw the first monk who was thrown out by himself actually walked back to him leisurely, with a look of concern: "Tired, right?" It's my turn, right? ”

Although the language was incomprehensible, the expression on the monk's face and the slightly sarcastic tone were unmistakable, and the little man suddenly felt that he was being despised and raised his foot was a whip leg.

Fang turned to one side, and the little man felt a tingling sensation all over his body, as if he had been electrified, and his right leg suddenly couldn't be lifted. He could only watch as the monk slowly stretched out his hand, slowly clenched it into a fist, and slowly punched himself in the nose. At that moment, it was as if the little man was in the deepest nightmare, completely powerless to watch the threat coming.

The fist touched the flesh on the face, although it was only a small bang, but the onlookers heard no less than Hong Zhong Dalu, it was simply deafening.

Originally, a few people were kicked left and right by the Vietnamese little man just now, and they were kicked off the field one after another, and the onlookers were all speechless in frustration. At the door of his own house, he was bullied by a foreigner, not to mention who is right and wrong in this matter, at least emotionally it is absolutely unacceptable.

Now the monk stood up, stepped forward, and successfully hit the other party, which is a small step for the monk, and a big step for all the Chinese present. Immediately there was a cheer, followed by a wave of applause, and the people seemed to forget that the dispute had just arisen because of this dead fat man, and they all cast admiring glances at him.

The monk was very happy, this was the first time he had been recognized by so many people without relying on his family background, it was really as enjoyable as drinking a glass of ice water on a dog day. He peeked at Wei Qingqing while accepting the cheers of the crowd, but saw that she was just pouting and expressionless, and suddenly burned a lot of flavor like stir-fried vegetables with salt.

At this time, the paralysis on the little Vietnamese man's body had gradually disappeared, and he rubbed his wrist and carefully looked at the meaty guy in front of him. In recent years, due to the development of Chinese Internet literature, there are many martial arts novels and fantasy novels in Vietnam, and the little man has also read a few books.

The monk saw that the little man was about to return to normal, and thought that it would be better to strike first, if he waited for the other party to make the first move, he didn't know if Xu Zhenyang could react, if he was kicked away by this little man again, the glorious image that had just been established would be shattered again.

Thinking of this, the monk shouted: "You still want to come?" Look at my sunflower point acupuncture hand. As soon as he pointed out, the little man suddenly felt numb all over his body, and his hands and feet immediately refused to obey the call, but the monk took the opportunity to bend his middle finger and flick it lightly on the tip of the little man's nose, but immediately stepped back and shook his head like a master.

The little man is discouraged, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he thought that he was a rare opponent in Vietnam, and he came to China to make a name for himself, and he might be able to become an international superstar like Tony Jia in the future, but he didn't expect to meet a wild master like a monk and unheard of point kung fu. He was about to say a few words to admit defeat, when a few muttering Vietnamese words suddenly came out of the crowd, and the little man immediately lifted his spirits when he heard it.