"Buddha head!"
"Don't babble!"
"Huh? Master, it's a small iron-legged door. What's wrong with calling them?"
"Yes, Dad, why should you be polite to a small sect like this who can be crushed to death easily?"
"Presumptuous! What do you know?"
"Don't forget, your bastard cousin is still possessed by evil spirits!"
Among the people standing in the front yard of the iron-legged gate, this middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of them.
Because from his elegant temperament and his willingness to scold him casually, it is enough to prove that this guy has as much inner strength as Maitreya Buddha.
However, if you analyze his face carefully, it is not difficult to see that this person is a typical sinister and vicious person who hides a knife behind his smile.
"The door has been knocked down, so what's the use of being polite?"
Next to this elegant middle-aged man, the person talking back was his son. The two looked somewhat similar, but this young man was three parts fatter and six parts arrogant than his father.
"You don't know how high the sky is! Get back to the car and humbly ask Grandmaster Liu for some advice."
"Don't make excuses for me here!"
"Hmph! Just go."
"What are you shouting for? What's there to shout about?"
"Hey, you special girl!"
When the young man turned around and was scolded by his father, he did not forget to say a word to his father over his head.
Looking at his incompetent and rebellious son, he wished he could slap him to death, but in the end he shook his head, turned around, and no longer looked down upon his son.
"Who are you? What brings you to Tiejiaomen?"
"Um?"
"Why?"
"Hmph! Old man, is that guy named Li here? Tell him to get out of here!"
"Beast! Why don't you get out?"
The little fat man felt very unhappy after being brutally beaten by his father, but when he saw an old man with a white beard walking out of the hall.
Before his father could speak, he took two steps back in an arrogant manner and shouted at the fortune teller!
"Humph! Just get out."
"Alas! Old sir, the rebellious son made rude remarks, please forgive him for being young and frivolous."
After the middle-aged man saw his son throwing away his sleeves and leaving, he hurriedly apologized to the fortune teller on the steps.
But even so, the fortune teller still had a cold expression on his face, because he knew very well that the visitor was definitely not a guest.
There must be some grudge and he came to find out.
"If a young man speaks dirty words, it may not be a good sign in the future. However, I don't have the time to argue with him about this."
"How about you tell me your name and why you are here?"
"Well, Quan Zi Wu Shao! That's what the old gentleman criticized."
"I am a lowly businessman from Gusu, Su Huichang. These three are my servants."
"We have an urgent matter here. We would like to see Mr. Li."
"Oh? It turns out he is the richest man in Gusu, the sixth generation descendant of the Hexing Sect, and the son of Su Yuanshang!"
The divine fortune teller stood on the steps, talking about Su Huichang's family background with a calm face, but there was a bit of disdain in his eyes!
"It seems that the old gentleman knows my father, but I wonder if the old gentleman can make it easier for us to meet Mr. Li?"
"cannot!"
The fortune teller refused very simply, and Su Huichang was obviously taken aback! He hurriedly asked: "Why?"
"Because the owner of the house is inconvenient!"
"You'd better come back another day."
"Hmph! You old thing! My master has always been humble to you, but you still show off your nose and face. You don't know how to appreciate me, right?"
This is very outrageous! Obviously he understood Su Huichang's psychology very well, so Fotou, who was very good at observing words and emotions, spoke out for him.
Therefore, Su Huichang did not criticize him, but waited for the fortune teller's answer with a cold expression.
"Hehehe..."
"Your humility is just a disguise. To put it bluntly, isn't it just courtesy first and then fighting?"
"Hmph! It's true to be polite first and then fight later."
"This is my master's opportunity for you to make corrections. It seems that you, old man, are not going to accept it?"
"Accept? Haha!"
The fortune teller curled his lips and smiled, pointed at the Maitreya Buddha head, and said: "From the moment you knocked down the door, you lost the qualification to be good at talking!"
"Are you sure the old gentleman doesn't want us to meet Mr. Li?"
"It is inconvenient for the master of the house to meet you!"
Hearing this, Su Huichang was also annoyed!
How could he, the richest man in Suzhou, a great master of the Jiangnan generation, and the son-in-law of Liu Dashen, be subjected to such unwelcome injustice in this corner of the Yangtze River?
"Old sir, what if we insist on meeting?"
"Hmph! Then step over me first!"
What Su Huichang said was very threatening, but the divine fortune teller's answer was also very arrogant! Therefore, the two sides instantly became tense...
"Hmph! Buddha head."
"exist!"
"Since the old gentleman refuses to give in, let him lie down and rest!"
"Okay! Take a look."
"Look how I handle this old thing!"
This is very arrogant! But this guy named Buddha Head does have his arrogance.
I saw him taking a step forward, tapping the step with one foot, and then suddenly jumped towards the divine fortune teller.
It is unbelievable that such a fat and strong guy can be as light as a swallow. It seems that the lightness skill is very impressive!
Seeing this, the divine fortune teller did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly took a posture, waiting for the Buddha's head to pounce with a cold expression on his face.
"boom!!"
The two of them punched each other first! They tested each other's skills.
After the punch, the Buddha's head turned over and returned to its original position, while the fortune teller still stood motionless, seemingly between the two.
However, this was just an appearance. Both of them endured the soreness in their arms after a punch exchange!
"It seems that this old guy is a little more powerful than me!"
When Fo Tou secretly thought about how to take down the divine fortune teller next, Su Huichang frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Quickly decide! You two will come too!"
Hearing this, Buddha's head relaxed and he felt happy. Their three servants' skills were all on par with each other. If the three of them fought against this divine fortune teller together, wouldn't they be able to defeat him in a matter of minutes?
pity……
The fortune teller quickly took out a small white pill from his trouser pocket, and threw it into his mouth with a click.
"bring it on!"
"Let me experience the skills of your Jiangnan sect!"
"Hmph! Let's go together!"
The Buddha's head is not afraid when he sees the fortune teller! He actually put on a posture of fighting the three of them alone, and his face instantly turned evil!
His cheekbones were full of stringy flesh and he said: "Old man, I'll beat you later, just don't call me mom!"
As soon as they finished speaking, before Fotou and the others could start, the fortune teller rushed towards them impatiently.
"Dry tongue!"
The fortune teller jumped up and punched the Buddha's head first.
Fotou saw the divine fortune teller approaching fiercely, so he took the lead in hitting himself with his fist. After the power of one punch, Fotou felt completely justified!
Even though his arm was a little sore from the shock afterwards, he still raised his right arm confidently and attacked him.
"boom!!"
"Click~"
"Uh-huh!?"
