The spelling techniques are layered and dense, like an oil painting of black, white, gray and blue, expressing the vitality of these four roses very perfectly.

Everyone in the Phoenix Cong, standing behind the Peacock King, was surprised and amazed, and their eyes lingered on his waist tattoo.

Chen Huayao noticed everyone's strangeness, saw Xu Yinglian's back from the reflection of the glass opposite, and couldn't help but ask: "What is that?"

Zhong Ruoxu also touched his chin and asked, "Yinglian, is this what your archaeological team master stabbed you? What exactly does it mean?"

The Peacock King stood tall and proudly said: "This is the tattoo pattern in the ancient river map, called the Witch-patterned Demon Thorn. I am one of the patterns. The four flowers represent the protection of all directions and are a great power! Chen Huayao, you are dead!"

Chen Huayao was almost stunned and said, "What witch-patterned demon thorn? Are you kidding? I'm not going to write novels with you."

The Peacock King gently stroked the wound on his cheekbones and sneered, "I might as well tell you this secret. The witch-patterned demon thorn is a mysterious method to enhance power in ancient times. There are many patterns, and the number of them is very particular. The four flowers are the basic numbers. The nine flowers are one level higher than the four flowers, which is in line with the meaning of nine and nine. The four,416 flowers are the best in the world. God blocks the gods and Buddhas blocks the Buddhas!"

Chen Huayao and others, including Zhong Ruoxu, all opened their mouths so hard that the boss could not close them: "So mysterious?"

Only Harold and Brady, who did not know the profound Chinese culture, looked at each other and said, "Pagans always like to make pretentious things."

Xu Yinglian said coldly: "My master was an archaeological team member and has done research on multiple aspects, angles and levels, proving that this statement is not groundless. At least my ability is several times that of the past. I heard that there is a person with a back of the sea that has twenty-five cereals, and the effects of those twenty-five cereals can even be suppressed by his life!"

"Hey, can tattoos last for a lifetime?" Zhong Ruoxu felt that he was so silly that his brain cells were not enough.

Xu Yinglian said: "Wushim pattern magic thorns reach the number of 6636, and they can have the appearance of an emperor. According to my master's research and research, at the beginning of the rebellion in the late Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng also invited a master to stab thirty-six lotus flowers behind him according to the method of witch pattern magic thorns. However, Li Zicheng was afraid of the pain, so he stabbed thirty-three and cried and shouted to stop, which resulted in the final failure and the throne had been sitting on the throne for less than half a year."

"According to what you said, the Qing Dynasty also won the world by relying on tattoos?"

Xu Yinglian sneered: "That's the general trend in the world, and it has nothing to do with tattoos. The witch-patterned demon sting requires the consistency of the human body. Ordinary people have no effect on stabbing it. Otherwise, everyone can stab it. Isn't it a joke? Less nonsense, it's still time for you to admit defeat now!"

He immediately punched Chen Huayao. His footsteps were on the alpaca velvet carpet, twisting his steps, tearing the tough and strong carpet in half. The dust hidden inside swept up.

Harold couldn't help but scream: "God, so powerful! His feet are stronger than camels!"

The carpet is made of the neck fluff of the Sakh alpaca rare in the Middle East and is woven with Persian golden flower weaving method. It is extremely strong and comparable to nylon. It has been used by families for a hundred years in some places. It is also intact to their sons, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It is actually broken by Xu Yinglian. It is so terrible!

Chen Huayao turned his head to avoid it, and Xu Yinglian hit his face with a heavy elbow.

"Clang" was like slapping a flies, knocking Chen Huayao to the ground.

Xu Yinglian immediately kicked up and hit the stomach, kicking Chen Huayao for a few times, rolled up the carpet, and kept hitting the wall before stopping.

The Peacock King, who had the advantage, refused to give in and flew forward.

Chen Huayao quickly rolled up the carpet and rolled away. Xu Yinglian kicked the ball in the air and happened to hit the wall.

The wall was wrapped in thin red beech boards of five millimeters thick. There was a slight gap inside and it was kicked to pieces. A portrait of Roosevelt with a thick color swayed a few times and fell down.

Chen Huayao quickly waved the ridiculous carpet and grabbed the corners of the carpet with a diameter of about 1.5 meters and shook. With a shout, the carpet originally wrapped in a ball spread out in the wind, covering Xu Yinglian's single-leg attack like a shadow.

Pulling backwards, Xu Yinglian was unstable and simply followed the carpet's movement and his other foot rose into the air.

Amid the audience's screams, his whole body rotated 360 degrees in the air, with his trouser legs fluttering, his legs standing tall, and his posture was elegant and handsome, no different from hanging steel wires. His toes were straight at the enemy's left temple.

Chen Huayao leaned back, and his toes narrowly swept his nose, which shocked the audience's sweat.

Xu Yinglian completed a series of dizzy movements, and then slowly pulled the carpet rolled on his legs, sneering and tearing it apart.

The two of them went back and forth a few times, like rabbits rising and falling, and the dangerous place was a hundred times more exciting than the action movie. Harold quietly pulled Brady and said, "Do you believe China really has kung fu?"

Brady nodded: "What they are doing is kung fu? I think that Chairman Chen is at least a level 2.5 elite. As for Mr. Xu, I must not be his opponent."

“Your point of view is very correct.”

Everyone cheered and the noise was too loud. A waiter came to ask, and was tipped by two hundred yuan in his hand, and was beaten away with a drink, scolding and shouting.

Zhong Ruoxu was first dissatisfied with the mysterious tricks of his brother's brother for the "witch-patterned Demon Thorn". At this time, he saw him pressing Chen Huayao to beat him up, and he had an overwhelming advantage. His old face smiled even more wrinkled than a flower, thinking that he would have to let his brother make a pattern after the end.

On the contrary, Du Yinqiao sat in a sofa behind, with a crystal cup filled with Patus wine in his hand. Sometimes he admired the decorative style of the presidential suite, and sometimes he regretted the hanging paintings falling on the ground, and he did not have the due attention to the battle situation on the field.

Xu Yinglian has launched a new round of offensives. Taking advantage of the chairman's avoidance, he grabbed his hair tightly and pushed his knees to his abdomen.

After several consecutive strokes, one of which was pushed to the chairman's air for more than half a second.

What a ruthless power! What a domineering momentum!

The Peacock King is merciless and must put the Chairman to death every time he hits his knees!

The legs and feet can easily tear the carpet, and the knees naturally have a powerful force, not to mention that the abdomen is one of the softest parts of the human body? Even if a tiger or lion comes, it can't help but hit a few times.

Harold came to Xiangjing five years ago and joined the Phoenix Club three years ago. At that time, the Peacock King had been transformed in prison. He didn't have time to appreciate Xu Yinglian's extraordinary talents. He only said that the ten birds in the club were the most capable.

At this time, I witnessed it with my own eyes, and the more I looked at it, I became more and more frightened. Before I knew it, I felt that I was sweating heavily in my heart. If I had such a way of playing, I would have no chance of winning.

The Peacock King laughed, threw away Chen Huayao, spread his hands open, and blow away dozens of hairs left on it, and smiled and said, "Chen Huayao, I have to say, you disappointed me!"

The Phoenix Club staff echoed and laughed, and said, "Western District is ours!"

Chen Huayao staggered away while covering his stomach, a wisp of blood slowly oozed out of the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid of breaking my sweater after the warm-up."

"I'm not afraid of the strong wind flashing my tongue!" Xu Yinglian shouted, "Let you rest for a minute, and I'll end the battle in the remaining thirty seconds! You and your crab committee will all sweep into history! No, I will save your life and let you taste the perverted taste of Cailanqiao Prison... Hehehe, the cabbage gang there is really delicious... I've eaten it for three years and I still have endless aftertaste!"

Chen Huayao stood up barely, wiped the corner of his mouth, took off his coat and sweater after a few seconds, and threw it to Du Yinqiao and said, "Protect my sweater well. The clothes are there, and the clothes are lost and the people are killed."

Du Yinqiao took it and said in surprise: "I thought it was the dress the little princess gave you last time. What's so precious about this kind of torn sweater."

"Stop talking nonsense. If a sweater is missing a thread, I will deduct your salary for three years."

Chen Huayao's upper body looks similar to that of the Peacock King, both have the same shoulders and thin waist, with a perfect inverted triangle shape, with bony bones and scars intertwined. "If it were my peak three years ago, you could not punch a punch, and now it's the same."

"Who can't brag? Come on, see when your cowhide will be broken." Xu Yinglian sneered.

Chen Huayao waved his hand, and the monkey quickly sent the Havana cigar that had just been lit to hold. He smiled and said with a pleasing smile: "Brother Hua, I ordered a barbecue at a hot spring hotel. I'll go and take a bath later?"

Tumor Lin hurriedly took out the white, smooth and fragrant silk, and gently wiped Brother Hua's forehead with sweat.

Fei Luo was busy slapping Brother Hua’s legs, and the dust was covered with buttocks, and he looked attentive.

Chen Huayao took the cigar and put it in his mouth and took a sip. He raised his hand and asked the tumor forest to wipe off a black footprint under his left armpit, and explained: "The amount of barbecue should be sufficient."

"Yes, yes, I'll call the boss lady now."

Seeing his style, Xu Yinglian was talking about boring topics outside the court, and his subordinates helped him to take care of them. He didn't take him seriously and almost got angry.

Immediately, my left and right hands were held together, my fingers were held together, and I lifted them to level with my shoulders. I took a deep breath of air, my abdominal cavity was inwardly sinking, and my chest expanded by more than ten centimeters in a moment.

Exhale, and the throat seemed to burst out suddenly, and a low and powerful sound of "Jiang Ang" rushed out of his mouth.

The sound is full of vibration, as if high-quality audio is used to send out high-fidelity sound quality, which makes the glass window buzz.

Harold, who was closest to him, felt a strong air flow passing by, blowing up the corner of his clothes.

Du Yinqiao finally raised his head, the color on his face seemed to have changed, and he said, "This kid, the qi-changing skills are great!"

"It's time to rest for one minute, Chen Huayao, die!"

With this shout, Xu Yinglian rushed over, his muscles twisted as his movements changed, and the scars seemed to meander the earthworms on his face. The overall momentum was as strong as the tigers in the mountains, which was even better than the dragons in the sea!

"Fuck!" Chen Huayao fisted to meet him.

The whistling wind that flew past him rushed towards Harold in an instant, shaking his chestnut hair so that he could float straight backwards, and the cigarette butts on his mouth burned extremely violently.

The wind from the fist pressed Xu Yinglian's face to float.

The two fists were about to meet, and Xu Yinglian took a peek and saw Chen Huayao's face sneering behind the clearly extinct cigar butts. Suddenly, he felt an extremely bad premonition surged into his heart. In an instant, he retracted his fist and rolled to the left to avoid it.

Chen Huayao's fist was still cast, and he hit the mahogany table behind him.

"Boom!" The mahogany desktop was smashed through with a punch.

It seemed like a time bomb was installed, and the broken wood was sprayed around and flying all over the sky.
Chapter completed!