With all the plans, a piece of Lingxiang, which is only the length of a little finger, burned her head in less than a pot of tea.

He looked up at the sun that had risen in the air. Master Xiong wiped the sweat that kept oozing from his forehead, turned his head and squeezed his eyes at the several green gangsters who were following him: "You are ready. When I speak, I will go to wash the yard of the Big Money Bottleman! Especially for me, I have kept a close eye on the guy with only one eye in the Big Money Bottleman. He is the one who has the first to speak. On weekdays, 80% of the money he gets from the Big Money Bottleman is in his hands!"

He slightly lifted his clothes, and several green-skinned gangsters following Mr. Xiong all showed their little squids on their waists: "Brothers have been gathering around this scene, just waiting for you to say a word! Even the things... that are under the box are brought with them!"

Nodded with satisfaction, Mr. Xiong stared at Ling Xiang, who was left with only the last bit of Mars shaking, and walked a few steps towards the center of the field, and shouted at the gangsters who were already unable to sit on the Grand Master's chair, "My masters, this Ling Xiang is about to be destroyed! I see from my brother..."

Before Mr. Xiong finished speaking, a thin man with a torn straw hat suddenly rushed out of the crowd. He rushed to Ling Xiang, who was about to be extinguished, as if he was drunk, and kicked the small incense burner away.

Everyone was in an uproar, and the thin man with a torn straw hat on his head sat in the middle of the venue, took off the torn straw hat on his head, and grinned at Master Xiong with his pale teeth.

There was a sharp-eyed and quick-mouthed crowd, and she suddenly screamed in a low voice: "Isn't this a white fool who was driven out of Sai Qin Qiong's pole? Why did he also get into the big money pot?"

"Bai Sizi? That guy who pretended to be half-infatuated after being hit on his head five years ago?"

"It's him! He was originally considered the number one person in Sai Qinqiong's pole. I don't know if he was really stupid or fake. At Sai Qinqiong's 40th birthday party, he challenged Sai Qinqiong to take the Dragon Whip..."

"What about it later?"

"I gave in when I drew a dead card with Sai Qinqiong! I heard that when I asked someone to take it to the doctor, I saw that the wounds poked out by the nail board were covered with black medicine. The doctor reached out and touched it and jumped up..."

"He is really a fool when he fights Sai Qin Qiong... He is really a fool!"

As if he heard the whispers in the crowd, the white fool who was slumped on the ground tore off his clothes in a few seconds, revealing the dense wounds on his back. He reached out and grabbed lice in the ragged clothes like fishing nets, as if no one was around.

Squinted his eyes, Mr. Xiong stared at the white fool who grabbed the lice and sent it to his mouth. He took a deep breath and shouted to the crowd around the venue: "The rules on the scene make the Xiangxiang Nuan be like the tablet of the ancestor. Those who are disrespectful will die! Although this white fool is a person who is involved in the pot, he still has to follow the rules on the scene, right?! There is no one in the big money pot who teaches people to abide by the rules?!"

Accompanied by Mr. Xiong's harsh shout, a very lazy voice suddenly sounded from the crowd around him: "Teaching a fool to understand the rules is too difficult, so let him serve him! If you don't like this fool, then you can wipe the fool's neck with one knife? In the future, when you talk about it, Mr. Xiong, you can take a knife and kill a fool to set rules with one knife. This is a majestic and pomp... Who can't give you a thumbs up and call me!"

During the slogans and sticks, a tall and thin man wearing a torn felt hat, a half-old long gown, and a pair of rag shoes under his feet slowly squeezed out of the crowd.

Behind this tall and thin man, twenty or thirty men dressed in different styles, but all with a torn hat on their heads followed one after another, and skillfully formed a semicircular circle behind the tall and thin man.

Flipped his eyelids and sat on the Grand Master's chair, Duan looked at these men in tattered clothes and with more or less disability marks on them, and immediately sneered and hummed: "Good guy... the master who drove out of the pole in Sijiu City, this time he was a complete job!"

The patrolman who was still standing behind Mr. Duan stared at the tall and thin man with an old felt hat for a long time, then bent down and leaned into Mr. Duan's ear and said, "Master Duan, can the person who is the leader look at him?"

After drooping his eyelids again, Duan murmured in a muffled voice: "The Qing Gang will not accept it, and the Hong Gang will not leave a terrible account. A few years ago, I came from the capital from outside the mouth. I took a post to apprenticeship and wanted to grab a chair from the Qing Hong Gang, and finally..."

He looked at the tall and thin man who had just taken off his old felt hat. The patrolman who bent down was a little nervous and asked to the end: "Isn't it just Qing, fill a chair in Hong's gang? Is it a nameless chair for him to sit there. If he doesn't have to go to the house to remove the tiles after half a month?"

He raised his hand impatiently, and Mr. Duan hummed and replied: "You think you are the only one who understands this 49 city? The bad thing is in the hands of this 49 city. The post of this 49 city is the master of the master. According to the seniority of the post of the apprenticeship, this 49 city is from the 49 city, and the master of the two rudders of the Hong Gang in the hands of the 49 city!

While playing with his fingers, the patrolman who was hunching his waist counted the words of Qing, and the Hong Gang's seniority: "Abide by the law strictly, don't disturb the people... My god, this terrible account is really a sucking death!"

As if he was completely ignoring the gaze projected on him, the tall and thin man with the old felt hat took off his old felt hat didn't look at the gangsters sitting on the Taishi chair, but just shouted lazily to Mr. Xiong who was standing in the middle of the venue: "Mr. Xiong's brothers are not very particular? He didn't show up on his posts, and he wrapped a stone in a post and threw it in the wall, and happened to throw it into the pot of dog meat I was stewing! What a pity that my pot of good dog meat soup is all called Mr. Xiong, your post was ruined!"

He looked at his subordinate who was blushing and flickering among the crowd. Master Xiong forced his breath in his chest and twisted his neck to raise his hand at the tall man: "The courtyard wall is separated from people, no matter how far it is! Since the big money pot has accepted this post about the appointment, it should follow the rules on the scene..."

Before Mr. Xiong finished speaking, the tall and thin man sneered suddenly and interrupted Mr. Xiong's words: "The rules on the scene? If there are really rules on the scene, then there shouldn't be a big money pot in Sijiu City! Look at my brothers in the big money pot, one of them is counted as one, all of whom are called the rulers in the scene to run away from the rules! Now that he is so busy exchanging his life for money to seek a way out, it's almost like a beggar who sings the Lotus Lotus and plays the bull domino and sweeps the streets and begs! I said brothers, show your skills to all the men who abide by the rules in Sijiu City, our unruly!"

The tall and thin man shouted, surrounded by the men with worn-out hats and more or less disabled behind him, and immediately took off their broken straw hats and held them in their palms. He shouted at the top of the lotus: "By the pole and eat all directions, eat meat from the pole, and drink soup when he was full of the road! The road was wide and narrow, and I could not help but throw the donkey from the pole! You take all the might of the people, and I swallow all the people's grievances! I don't laugh at me at any time, and I'll beat and scold them all! I'll make a fuss to live, and I'll exchange my life for money! I'll be frustrated! I don't ask God and don't complain, but I just want the pole to be kind..."

He was neatly chanting the lyrics of the lotus fall that was obviously urgent. The disabled men ran to the pole heads they had defected to, and like beggars, he stretched out the straw hats he was holding upside down to the pole heads sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair.

Almost all had a blue face, and those pole heads facing three or two or four or five torn straw hats were all over the lotus that was obviously shady. The green-skinned gangsters who followed their respective pole heads were even more embarrassed. The pair of slaps had already squeezed out the small slap behind their waists, but no one knew to go up and block the broken straw hats or stay in place to watch the changes?

Seeing that the brothers of my men squeezed the pole heads in Sijiu City to death, the tall and thin man raised his hand and found a big money tied with a red rope from his neck, and shook at Mr. Xiong, who was also blushing: "Do you know why my fellow pot is called a big money pot? Just because I, Qiao, and the brothers under my hands, are worthless at first, and a life is at most a big money! Mr. Xiong, your family has a great business, is expensive, and can you still fight with our brothers who have a big money and a life? Thank you very much for your praise!"

He reached out and slapped his forehead hard. Qiao looked at a fake eyeball embedded in his eye socket and fell onto the dusty street.

He bent down and picked up the extremely realistic fake eyeball. Qiao raised the fake eyeball high with one eye and shouted to the crowd around him: "Everyone looks at my eyeball. This is because I, Qiao, didn't look at people at first sight, burned high incense and worshipped ghosts, and then he could only look at people at first sight! In this scene, since I, Qiao, dared to come at first, I didn't expect that the remaining eye could still be retained! No matter who wins and loses in today's scene, I, Qiao, will leave the words here first - if you lose, you will lose one eye!"

He raised his hand and threw the fake eyeball into the huge wooden box containing the ocean in the middle of the scene. Qiao said coldly to Xiang Youbao standing beside him: "Not to mention that my brother from the big money pot bullies you, the price of this cat-eye stone is only a lot more than your two boxes of ocean! If you don't believe it... someone is here!"

In response to Qiao Yiyan's order, the fake monk's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Borrow light and borrow light!"

Pushing a short and fat old man holding a Western magnifying glass and holding a piece of crinkle-skin on his hand, the fake monk squeezed out of the crowd in sixteen, shouting in a voice: "Everyone understands it. This is Lao Chaofeng, who is sitting on the top seat in Dangdang City in Sijiu City. Here we give us Qiao a look at Master Qiao's cat-eye stone estimate!"

With an old face, it was obviously Lao Chaofeng who was caught out of the pawnshop by a fake monk. He grabbed the cat-eye stone that was thrown into the wooden box by Qiao at a glance, and then spread the piece of crinkle skin in his hand on the Eight Immortals table next to him. Then he put the cat-eye stone in the center of the crinkle skin and looked at it carefully with a Western magnifying glass.

It was just a bowl of tea. The old Chaofeng, who had a bitter face, seemed to have seen the value of the cat-eye stone, and habitually raised his neck and shouted: "Break and touch a piece of broken eye stone, Dangdang... Dangdang..."

Obviously, it was only when he was halfway through his words that he realized something was wrong. The old Chaofeng, who had a bitter face, clattered his throat so anxious that he blinked his eyes for a long time, and fell to the Eight Immortals table!

After finally waiting for such an excuse to come to the door, Mr. Xiong, who was standing beside him, suddenly felt: "Have you heard it? Old Chaofeng, who was on the top seat in Dangdang City, said that your fake eyeball was damaged and a piece of broken eye stone, how could it be worth so much? According to the rules of the scene, real gold is against silver, copper coins are betting on the big boy, and you will go and move two boxes of oceans quickly!"

He glared fiercely at the fake monk who was constantly wandering around the old Chaofeng. Qiao sneered and took out a large stack of old or new house deeds from his arms: "I knew that someone would jump out to pretend to be stupid in this scene. The house deeds in Master Qiao's hands were also a number of ten thousand yuan in the ocean! If Master Qiao admitted his cowards on the scene, he would take all these house deeds!"

He threw the stack of deeds into the open wooden box. Qiao looked up and down at Xiang Youbao, who had not made a sound for a long time: "I have said all the scenes, and I have been working hard at this moment. Why? I'm standing out from the Huozhengmen, open my mouth and scratching!"

Walking steadily to the center of the scene, Xiang Youbao first bowed to everyone present, then turned his head and looked at Qiao, who looked at him coldly with one eye, and clasped his fists: "Master Qiao, the words are right in front! Today, I made an appointment with Daqianguomen in the main gate of Huo. Just for Daqianguomen to take over the property of my Xiemen Master Xie's uncle Xie's property! Right and wrong, each family said that each family has its right, so we should not talk too much, follow the rules on the scene! In a word - the one who wins is the master, and the grandson is the one who cowards. From now on, everything will be listened to the winner's shouting!"

Staring at Xiang Youbao's strong tendon flesh, then looking at Xiang Youbao's standing posture under Xiang Youbao's feet, Qiao snorted slightly from his nostril: "Relying on being a trainer, how dare you challenge the big money pot?! Okay, I'll make you happy! Let's tell you!"

There was a smile on the corner of your mouth, and Xiang Youbao raised his hand and pointed to the two Eight Immortals tables that had been arranged: "Mr. Qiao, look carefully. The things on the Eight Immortals table are all poisonous objects! If you don't recognize them, you still have time to find someone who knows what you know, so as not to say that I'm confused!"

He glanced at the bottles and jars placed on the Eight Immortals table indifferently. Qiao sneered disdainfully: "What? I want to play with you for life and exchange for life?"

Shaking his head, Xiang Youbao turned his finger and pointed to the open door at the entrance of the Huozhengmen: "In my Huozhengmen, there are only about ten people in total! If one life is exchanged for another, I am afraid that the people in my Huozhengmen will die. Master Qiao, your big money maker is still strong!"

Two bald eyebrows suddenly raised, and Qiao's only remaining one-eye flashed: "How is that playing?"

He reached out and held a porcelain bottle with rainwater green. Xiang Youbao gently picked the bottle plug made of corn cob and put the mouth of the bottle to his nose and smelled it: "The whole family gave one, ate it together, drank the things in these bottles and jars, and those who admitted defeat were considered losing! In the end, no one would respond to the scene, it would be a loss!"

Before Qiao could catch Xiang Youbao's words, the fake monk who woke up from Chaofeng was already shouting at the top of her voice: "Master Qiao, don't ask this kid to go in! Just this kid is full of colorful intestines, and bad water is coming out of his belly button! He said that the things in the bottle were poisonous, but who knows if he should take the medicine first?"

He touched the few oceans that Lao Chaofeng had just woken up into his pocket, and then put the Western magnifying glass that fell beside him into his arms. The fake monk stood up with his clear nose, pointed at Xiang Youbao and shouted: "Don't think about taking some medicine, immortal rats, and sniffing in front of Master Qiao. If you really have a plant, swallow arsenic and drink salt, there are brothers in our pot to play with you!"

As if he had expected the clamor of the fake monk, Xiang Youbao raised his hand and poured the rain-green porcelain bottles one by one. The dark brown liquid flowing out of the thin-neck porcelain bottle fell on the ground, and a pungent and sour smoke instantly rose.

Through the smoke that emitted a pungent and sour smell, several green-skinned gangsters suddenly screamed in a low voice: "This is the sour water used for washing jewelry!"

"What a courage! This thing can make the slap in your hand even if it is a drop. If you really drink it..."

"No matter how much you win or lose this time, as long as there are three people in Huozhengmen who dare to play like this, then Huozhengmen is a surefire in Sijiu City!"

He threw the rain-green porcelain bottle aside. Xiang Youbao raised his hand and pointed to another identical rain-green porcelain bottle on another Eight Immortals table: "If Mr. Qiao thinks I've played something, then you should also ask me to test the bottle personally?"

He glared at the dumbfounded fake monk, Qiao raised his hand and swept the rainwater celadon bottle on another Eight Immortals table aside: "There are so many people playing fun on the scene. Since it is a scene in public, we naturally want everyone to see it clearly! Let's do this... What are the names of the things in these bottles and jars? There are many people in Sijiu City, so naturally someone can tell the truth and false!"

He didn't care about Qiao's words and said that he was so squinting. Xiang Youbao grabbed a pottery bottle the size of a snuff bottle: "There is a medicine here, called Snow Artemisia! If someone understands the skills of medicine in this scene, come and take a look?"

During the crowd, the shopkeeper of a small medicine shop next to him was immediately pushed to the middle of the scene. He only glanced at the medicine foam in two small bottles. The shopkeeper of the medicine shop, who looked reluctant, immediately shouted: "Yes, this is an artemisia on the snow! It is mainly used to treat bruises, rheumatism and toothache. External use can also treat fractures, sprains, sores, swelling and toxins..."

He kicked the shopkeeper in the ass of the medicine shop. The fake monk shouted and shouted, "Who asked ** to come here to carry the prescription?! Maliuer said, can this thing be eaten to death? Is there an antidote?"

Covering his butt that was kicked by a fake monk, the shopkeeper dared not say anything: "This medicine is...toxic! Especially for this unprepared artemisia slab, a piece of artemisia in the snow, a bowl of tea will be exhausted, and even the gods cannot save it!"

He grabbed another round bamboo tube again, and Xiang Youbao politely handed the bamboo tube to the shopkeeper of the small medicine shop: "I won't bother you in one thing, please take a look at this again?"

He only opened the bamboo tube and took a look. The shopkeeper of the small medicine shop suddenly looked up in surprise and shouted: "This is a mountain eggplant, also called three-quarters, and it is also a poisonous medicine! You are... I'll say more, this is really something that can kill people!"

Thankfully, she bowed to the shopkeeper of the small medicine shop with a terrified face. Xiang Youbao retrieved the shopkeeper of the small medicine shop, grabbed the bamboo tube in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Qiao and said, "There are only two poisonous Chinese medicines among the things I have prepared! Master Qiao, it's not too early at this time. Look, let's just... "

A trace of sinisterness flashed across his face, and Qiao gritted his teeth and smiled grimly: "Hehe... the brothers who are mixed in the pot have long regarded themselves as dead people! Come on... please sign up for death!"
Chapter completed!