The Last Mecha

Chapter 50 Pan Jinlian?Sun Wukong!
"But Pan Jinlian, since that night, it's like a young girl suffering from lovesickness. Huh? Cough cough, so, she"

The old storyteller was talking, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Since the climax passed, the audience on the second floor of the teahouse has become less and less.

He obviously still had a lot of nasty jokes in his hand and didn't throw them out. The spectators knew about this, but their interest seemed to be attracted by something else.

"Hey, there's a fight, there's a fight! It's not like two old ladies, it's a strong man and a young man. It's a competition. Go watch the excitement."

The busybody patted his companion on the shoulder excitedly, with an expression of "not to be missed".

"Tsk, Pan Jinlian will come for the second night later, I don't listen, what a shame."

"Thanks to your grandma, you will always have the opportunity to listen to the story of Huaxiang every week. You may not see each other for a few months in street competitions. Which one loses and which one gains? Think for yourself, I'll go first."

"Hey, wait, I think what you said seems to make sense."

Similar conversations kept happening on the tables and chairs in a circle. When the two lovers met on the second night, there were only three or five men with sperm and brains left on the second floor. Unexpectedly, the old man put the folding fan on the table and got up.

"The old man also goes to see the excitement."

Downstairs, the mob gathered around, and Tailor Zhang stood in the middle with folded arms, majestic and majestic.

He looked like a common man, but in fact he was not thinking lightly. He deliberately waited for a long time until the people from the Municipal Council walked a few streets and would come back in a while, before clamoring to start the competition.

And the little ghost in front of the meeting agreed, and once the news spread, Zhang Tailor was not in a hurry, thinking that the more people would drag on the onlookers, he would show some master demeanor of defeating the enemy with one move and clicking until the end, Didn't the name spread?From now on, no one dared to challenge him again.

On the other side, Wu Gou yawned, his little finger gouged his ear hole and asked, "Uncle, is it better?"

"Compare!"

Tailor Zhang's eyes widened, he became angry, and his voice was so loud that the audience around could hear it clearly.

"Boy, it was you who bullied my two children first. I have to ask you for an explanation, but I am older and I won't bully you. If you can put me down once, I will immediately admit defeat and leave. What about you? As long as you don’t admit defeat, it’s not considered you lost, how about it?”

With a shrewd nonsense, he directly classified Wu Gou as a villain, and at the same time showed that he did not take advantage of the juniors. Hearing the unintelligible spectators talking about it, he continued to point and point at Wu Gou. .

"Yo, I said why the competition, co-authoring a lesson to the bad boy who bullies the children."

"That is to teach him what pain is. These idle little beasts are born to know how to do dirty things. I have never eaten any of the pumpkins planted at the gate of my yard, damn it."

"This guy is quite particular. He gives people a chance. Do you think that little guy can win?"

"Win? What a fart he won. Look at his size. His muscles are not dead. He has obviously been trained. And look at that brat, his hands and feet are pretty good, but he can't win if he is Jiang Mulin."

"Hey, I guess this is a game where the elders teach the younger ones. There is no splash. If you want to see excitement, you can leave. Hey! When are you going to tell a story, old man?"

"There is no Pan Jinlian today, and when I go back, it will be Sun Wukong who beats the Bone Demon three times, whether you like it or not!"

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Many gossips and gossips fell into Wu Yong's ears, and he couldn't help secretly worrying about his brother. He had the impression that his elder brother was quite eloquent, but now he didn't say a word, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

He has been pushed to the opposite side of public opinion, and he started the fight without explaining. Even if he wins, many people will boo him.

But even so, Wu Yong can't do anything, he can only pray in his heart, and secretly bless this good brother who has made rapid progress in recent days.

On the other side, Wu Gou shook his body, his muscles tightened suddenly, and then he said nonchalantly, "Okay, it's up to you. If you say so, I will naturally kowtow to admit my mistake. If you win, isn't it okay?" Don't bully my brother—"

"No problem! That's it!"

Tailor Zhang gave another angry shout, swallowing the second half of Wu Gou's words in his own voice, so that no one could hear what he said at the end.

"bring it on."

Wu Gou shook his head and sank.

"Boy, I'll let you go first."

Tailor Zhang still had no attitude of attacking, and stood nonchalantly. His opinion was the same as that of the spectators all over the street. He felt that facing himself who had worked hard for ten years, Wu Gou had no chance at all.

However, in the next instant, Wu Hook kicked with one foot, and his whole body shot out like an arrow. The distance between the two of them was shortened to within three steps in two seconds, and the speed was not uncomfortably fast.

Tailor Zhang, full of confidence, didn't care. In his eyes, Wu Gou's fist was getting bigger and bigger, hitting the bridge of his nose directly.

He took a big step back, and in the process, he straightened his body, and he was about to grab Wu Gou's wrist when he came up.

But Wu Gou had expected such an attack long ago, his right hand shook violently, and he shrank back. His left hand, hidden in the dark, came out of the sea like a dragon, and punched Zhang Tailor's belly fiercely.

Wu Gou experienced a whole set of qi-nourishing medicines and practiced boxing. The punch was not light. Tailor Zhang felt a rush in his stomach, and the taste of sour water welled up in his throat.

He was annoyed in his heart, and no longer cared about the thought of being a master, he kicked up and swept across Wu Gou's waist.

It's a pity that after the punch, Wu Gou didn't have the slightest intention of being greedy. He retreated abruptly and turned around, and Tailor Zhang's toes brushed against the corner of his clothes.

Tailor Zhang's eyes were full of viciousness. He exerted force with his heels, twisted his waist, and caught up with Wu Gou's footsteps between lightning and flint. His sharp five fingers made a hook-like sweep, and he was about to grab his arm.

However, at this moment, Zhang Tailor, whose eyes were facing each other, was startled. The eyes of that peaceful young man were filled with wildfire-like hostility.

I saw Wu Gou slammed his left hand violently, and at the same time he forced open the tailor's five fingers, his clenched right hand swung out diagonally like a steel whip, chasing after his elbow, shoulder and chest, and smashed his head on Zhang Tailor's neck. , There was an explosive muffled sound.

Tailor Zhang shook his head, and the saliva mixed with blood was thrown several feet away. He staggered back five steps, and managed to stand still without falling down, panting heavily through his purple lips.

"Sent on the heels, walks on the waist, and penetrates the fingertips." Wu Gou in front of him didn't mean to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but said coldly, "Although the moves are not pure, I think your master came from Sanyang Bajiquan. Family, this fierce and brittle way seems to have lost a lot of flavor to you, no wonder a Lianjiazi would change to become a tailor halfway through."

(End of this chapter)