Chapter 3: Plastic surgery

The word "Ouyang" was said from the mouth of the shrewd proprietress. Huang Rong, who was behind me, trembled and was about to rush in. I quickly grabbed Huang Rong and prevented her from acting rashly. Huang Rong was originally a smart and changeable person, so she naturally knew what I mean, but she was confused and could not help herself for a while. Although I couldn't see Huang Rong's expression through the hat, I could feel her mind stirring from her trembling hands. I immediately patted her hands gently to show comfort. I had been waiting for so long, so how could I be so angry at this time?

The boss lady was just watching the movement inside, but did not notice Huang Rong's abnormal movement. Every time she heard the sound of something breaking, she would mutter with a smile. Obviously, this kind of extra money was not something that happened once or twice for her. I pretended to be careless and asked: "Boss, is the one named Ouyang in your mouth a man from Baituoshan?"

"Ah? It turns out that you know Baituo Mountain, too. Mr. Ouyang is the young master of Baituo Mountain. Mr. Ouyang is handsome and generous..." The boss's face showed an unnatural look. He obviously remembered the rude words he said to Mr. Ouyang just now. If it was heard in Mr. Ouyang's ears, she would not have to open a small shop. In a hurry, he quickly changed his words and praised Mr. Ouyang, which made him praise him as rare in the sky and no on the ground.

Listening to the shrew's nonsense, I was both angry and funny, and I was impatient to interrupt her and said, "Okay, okay, Young Master, I have no friendship with the Ouyang man. Just tell me who is in there to do it."

When I heard what I said, the boss lady breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The little girl has seen it long ago. How can a person like the old man be like that lustful boy..." Seeing her blood-red lips opening and closing, I felt disgusted and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Finally, this woman could still see the bright breeze. Knowing that I was already impatient, she quickly changed her words: "There were three groups of people who started. At first, a little girl took four people to take three Hu people, and then a boy named Ouyang took four monks to fish in the water and wanted to kidnap the little girl, but she ended up fighting together."

After hearing this for a long time, I was still confused, but one thing is certain that Ouyang Ke, a vulgar boy, must have wanted to do something bad. At this time, I can meet Ouyang Ke. God is really aware. As long as I catch this illegitimate child of the old poison, the old poison naturally dare not let the young master go to my treasure. I immediately kicked the door that was crooked and leaned against the door frame and stepped into the inn.

In the inn that was smashed to pieces, I found Ouyang Ke at a glance. Because except for this kid sitting in the corner drinking leisurely, the others were already in chaos. Master, I ran around for more than a month and ran all the way to this ghost place where birds could not shit. But I saw the son of my enemy tasting with a comfortable look under the two white-clothed girls' place, and then looking at my dust, I would not make a fuss. Without saying a word, I rushed straight to Ouyang Ke and made up my mind to let the kid eat some soil at least first.

As soon as I walked into the inn, except for Ouyang Ke and his two female disciples, no one else noticed me, and Ouyang Ke just glanced at me and didn't take it to heart. So when I found that I rushed to him without saying a word, he had no choice but to smash the wine glass in his hand at me, trying to stop it slightly. My martial arts skills were much higher than Ouyang Ke, so how could I stop me with just one wine glass? I stretched my finger and bounced it on the wine glass. The wine glass hit Ouyang Ke's soft hole. Ouyang Ke snorted and collapsed softly on the ground.

I casually clicked the two white-clothed girls who had just reacted and wanted to stop me, threw them into the corner, and stepped on Ouyang Ke who was slapped on the ground, but heard a loud shout behind me, and a strong wind came to the back of my head. I snorted coldly, and my head didn't even go to the side, kicked backwards, hitting the person's chest. With a "bang" sound, I felt as if I had kicked an iron plate, but I didn't kick the person away. So I added 20% of my strength, raised it in a chain of left foot, and made a punch on the man's chest. Even now, even if it was a iron plate, it would have been kicked to pieces by me. Sure enough, the man vomited blood and flew backwards along my strength.

After kicking the sneak attacker away, I turned my head and looked at it. It turned out that the one who made the flying man in the air was a fat big monk with big ears. No wonder he didn't kick him away just now. Just look at his huge body, not 300 pounds or 280 pounds. The fat monk screamed all the way and flew towards the broken door. Huang Rong and Mo Chou had just walked in and saw this scene. They couldn't help but exclaim. Huang Rong saw the opportunity very quickly, pulled out the dog-beating stick, and pointed straight to the fat monk's waist, trying to remove the fat monk's momentum.

Huang Rong was petite, and the dog-beating stick in her hand looked like a thin bamboo stick. This way, people who didn't know that the dog-beating stick method was superstitious, could not help but exclaim. When Huang Rong's dog-beating stick point was the fat monk, a figure quickly jumped out from behind Huang Rong, and gently pressed the back of the fat monk, removing all the fat monk's impulse. The fat monk, who was kicked and screamed, suddenly disappeared, and his huge body hit the ground with a "boom". It was like a dead dog, and it was soft there, life and death.

Cicada. As soon as I saw this beautiful body technique, I knew that it was Deng Bodang who took action, but I was secretly shocked, because I could see that the fat monk had already died in the air. Deng Bodang's palm was underestimated on the surface, but in fact he used the method of head-on confrontation, otherwise the fat monk would not die so thoroughly. If Huang Rong used the word-removing technique of the dog-beating stick technique, he would naturally be able to take over the fat monk, but it was just leveraging the force. If it were me, although he could still take over the force of nearly a thousand pounds of force like this, he would be as light as Deng Bodang, but it would be impossible to see Deng Bodang. This made me feel a little impressed with him.

From the time I rushed in to subdue Ouyang Ke to the fat monk's death of Deng Bodang's hand, it was only a blink of an eye. This sudden change made the people who were fighting in the same place stop and looked at this side. Only then did I see clearly the people fighting in the field. The most eye-catching thing about these people was a Uyghur girl dressed in a four-edged hat, with many black braids hanging down. The dress on her body was mainly sky blue, supplemented by red, yellow and white, which made people feel beautiful colors all over her eyes, although she was sweating profusely after the fierce fight.

But there was no sign of embarrassment. Among the two men and two women who were guarding the girl, the two men I recognized were Yin Wuji and Yang Kai who had met on the Yueyang Tower that day. Yin Wuji, Yang Kai and the other two girls looked a little embarrassed. The white robes of the four were stained, and Yang Kai's left hand was softly hanging around his waist. It was obvious that his left arm was either dislocated or injured. The four people protected the Uyghur girl behind him, staring viciously at the three Hu people and three Tibetan monks standing aside.

I know that Yin Wuji and Yang Kai are from the Ming Cult, but the three Hu people who confronted them were also wearing white robes, and there was a flame embroidered on the corners of the white robes. They were obviously also members of the Ming Cult, and they didn't understand what the Ming Cult was doing for a while. And I got angry when I saw the three Tibetan monks. The reason was that the clothes and dressings of these three guys looked like the Tibetan monk who sneaked into Genghis Khan's tent. It was difficult to have anger in front of Genghis Khan that day, and now they were just using these three guys to vent their anger.

The three Tibetan monks looked at the fat man who was taken away by Du Bo, but did not walk over to see the fat man's life or death. The three of them stood in the finished word, walked a few steps towards me, and stopped about three steps away. After the three of them bowed to me together, the leading Tibetan monk started to speak in a silence.

How could I understand this? I frowned and looked at Huang Rong, but saw Huang Rong shook her head slightly, indicating that she couldn't understand it. The Tibetan monk was obviously not Mongolian. However, Deng Bodang took off his hat and smiled and said, "Brother Yang, this monk is talking about Tibetan. He said that as long as you release the boy named Ouyang, you will not be investigated for the injury of his senior brother."

Joke, where can I change my daughter if I let this boy go? I looked at the three Tibetan monks with contempt and said to Deng Bodang: "Tell these three bald donkeys, young master, I hate bald men the most. If you don't want to be beaten, hold your tail and get out quickly, otherwise their bullshit brother will be a role model." He said, shaking his fists. (Before Deng Bodang's translator, the Tibetan monk had already seen the answer from my expression. He suddenly roared and reached forward to grab me.

I had long wanted to teach the three Tibetan monks a lesson, but I was worried that these three guys would not take action. When I saw the Tibetan monk taking action, I couldn't help but smile and said, "Good come, look at my methods, Master." I immediately put a hand in my left hand and waved my palm straight into the Tibetan monk's chest with my right hand. Although this palm was not as fierce and domineering as Hong Qigong's Kanglong Youhui, it was also a trick in the "Nine Yin Sutras", which forced the Tibetan monk to come out to deal with it.

I was determined to try the internal strength of this Tibetan monk, so I only used 50% of the strength. Unexpectedly, when the two palms intersected, I suddenly felt a powerful force coming towards me. I didn't check for a moment. My body shook and I was almost pushed out by the Tibetan monk. I hurriedly increased my strength to stabilize my body. This surprised me. If the Tibetan monk's martial arts were so high, how could I kick his senior brother out so easily just now? Just as I was wondering, I suddenly saw two other Tibetan monks standing behind the Tibetan monks who were in the leading position, each with one palm on the leading position.

Behind the Tibetan monks, looking at the expressions of the three Tibetan monks, I knew that they were using the method of transmitting power, competing with the internal strength of the three people to compete with me. I smiled slightly and said slowly: "Bald donkey, let you see the pros and cons of the young master." As I said that, I stuck my left hand out and pressed it on my right palm, I was about to use the Beiming Divine Art to supplement it. Before I could use my skills, Huang Rong suddenly shouted to me: "Brother Kang, be careful." Mochou even jumped towards me with a sword. In amazement, I had already heard the sound of wind behind me, and a force came straight to my back.
Chapter completed!