Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

The table fight in the teahouse was still going on, and the two were trying to knock each other down with both hands.

The constant vibration of the lower plate also clearly made them understand that the table could no longer bear the weight of two people.

Ever since, their fighting became faster and faster.

After the fight, the audience below couldn't see their fists at all.

Just when they were fighting at their most intense, the table finally couldn't stand the intense weight.

With a "click", the table was broken between them.

At this moment, the two of them fell backwards.

Fatty exclaimed:
"Brother, be careful."

I saw Huang Zeliang sinking his body and taking himself as the center of gravity, and suddenly stabilized his horse on the half of the table.

This half of the table was nailed to the spot at a weird angle.

The Huang Zeliang that everyone sees now is like a statue, straddling the table that looks like the Arabic numeral 7.

On the other hand, the storyteller seemed to be receiving more power than Huang Zeliang.

When he fell backwards, he raised his right foot lightly, and stepped on the corner of half of the table with his left foot.

The corner of the table that the right foot stepped on also lifted with his right foot.

The two table legs seemed to be his two legs, and after stepping back a few steps, they still stood firmly on the field.

"it is good."

Seeing that the players on their side hadn't landed on the table, the soldiers applauded in unison.

Fatty and the others couldn't help yelling regret when they saw that the other party had controlled the table under their feet with such dexterity.

Although the storyteller stood firm on his feet at this time, he was a little wobbly.

But he still pretended to be relaxed and said to Huang Zeliang:
"How about a tie? In this case, you can't move."

Huang Zeliang smiled contemptuously.

"It seems that this is your limit, but you said it was a tie, but I disagree."

As he spoke, he also imitated the storyteller's movements, controlling the table legs under his feet and striding towards him.

Seeing this, the storyteller, not to be outdone, tried hard to control the legs of the table and came forward to fight again.

The competition in the teahouse opened the eyes of the soldiers and friends below. They never thought that the master was always by their side.

After Cheng Zhiguo left the teahouse, he walked slowly home.

But when he came to a street corner, he raised the corner of his mouth, and then walked to the nearby grove.

When he came to a relatively remote grove, he saw an old man walking out of the grove.

Cheng Zhiguo looked at the whole body of the old man with great interest.

I saw him with white hair and white beard, wearing a Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin stuck in his head, and he looked like a crane bone fairy, looking very chic.

After Cheng Zhiguo looked him up and down, he said with a smile:

"Tell me, what's the matter with bringing me here? If it's okay, I'll take my leave first."

As he spoke, he bowed his hands to the old man.

At this time, the old man was a little caught off guard by Cheng Zhiguo's unreasonable playing of cards.

"This guy, shouldn't he just ask me who I belong to?"

Since he didn't take the bait in this move, he will implement the second move.

"You still want to leave? Haven't you been looking for the old man? Now the old man has come to see you..."

Cheng Zhiguo could hear that his voice came from the air.

Turning around, there was no trace of the old man on the ground.

There was only one shadow left staggering there.

Looking up again, I saw the old man with the crane bone fairy wind floating in the air, as if he was a fairy who could levitate.

The old man was condescending, seeing Cheng Zhiguo's absent-minded look, he couldn't help but feel proud.

"Young man, don't think that you are invincible just because you have the ability to control beasts with a few hands."

Cheng Zhiguo lost his mind, not because he saw the old man flying up in front of him.

Rather, he was surprised that someone dared to openly cheat in front of him.

"Is this the method of Qianmen?"

Cheng Zhiguo's words were not loud, but they made the old man's hairs stand on end after hearing it.

"He knew it was a means?"

When the old man's face turned pale in an instant, Cheng Zhiguo snorted coldly.

This sound was like a thunderstorm, and it rang in the old man's ears.

It made him lose his balance and fell from the air to the ground.

There was a sound of "squatting", it seemed that there were other people in the woods, but they didn't dare to show up easily.

The old man was thrown to the ground and quickly got up.

But he saw Cheng Zhiguo standing in front of him at this time.

"You...you...you can't win by force."

Cheng Zhiguo was too lazy for him to talk, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the undetectable fish thread off his head.

The shredded fish was held in his hands, but he couldn't break it even though he pulled it with both hands.

Cheng Zhiguo pulled it irritably, and a small tree in the woods was cut in half by the shredded fish he pulled.

It caused a few men hiding in the forest to run out like shit.

The shredded fish, which was originally made by them, seemed to be alive at this moment, chasing a few men and putting it around their necks.

"No……"

They know the tenacity of shredded fish, if they are caught, the head will definitely be lost.

The old man was also afraid at this time.

"A master, a master, but show mercy. It's the little old man who got the ax out of the door. Please don't remember the villain's mistakes."

Hearing what he said, Cheng Zhiguo let go of his hands.

Then he loosened the shredded fish.

Only at this moment did the men on the opposite side heave a sigh of relief, their whole bodies limp on the ground as if they had been drained of strength.

Cheng Zhiguo walked up to the old man, knelt down and said to him:

"I didn't expect that someone would trick me. Old man, do you really think I don't know about your so-called Eight Generals?"

Hearing what he said, the old man couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Master, the little old man has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, he's offended you a lot, you've offended him a lot."

Cheng Zhiguo didn't pay attention to his wrinkled words, and continued to say to himself:
"You should have taught Jia Banggen in our compound, right? He wants to attack my children. As a neighbor of the compound, it is inconvenient for me to do so. Can you help me solve this problem?"

How dare the old man say no at this time.

Hastily nodded and answered.

At this time, let alone an apprentice, even if he was asked to deal with his own parents and children, he agreed without hesitation.

Cheng Zhiguo patted the old man's face and said softly:

"Don't think that I don't know your plan. I don't have time to deal with you unless you leave the country. If you let me know that you are obedient and transgressive, you won't want to know the consequences."

At this time, the old man swallowed with difficulty, and quickly nodded his head again.