After hearing this, most of the men applauded and placed bets one after another. Wei Jing bet all three copper coins on Fan Jun.
Everyone was making noises, moving more wooden tables to the center, expanding the arena even larger, and the four people on the stage were able to move back to make some space, all gearing up and glaring at the other three.
In addition to Fan Jun, among the three thugs, one is dark and thin, with long arms, resembling a wild monkey. Everyone calls him "Chen Kuai, the Black Monkey King";
One is as tall as Fan Jun, but a little thinner. He has his feet in front of and behind him, with a rather large posture, his back feet are firmly planted, but his front feet are slightly raised and swaying. He is "Fast Legs Zhang Sanlong";
The third one is older, with a mustache and two hands stretched forward, looking like a big praying mantis, and is called "Praying Mantis Hands Chang'an".
As the men around him started shouting and beating, the fast-legged Zhang Sanlong took the lead, turned around and swept towards Uncle Mantis Chang An. Chang An was kicked in the face, and he fell over after somersaulting, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"I haven't fallen yet, this kid's legs are useless!" Chang An struggled to stand up, swaying and shouting, while the other three were already fighting fiercely.
Black Monkey King Chen Kuai jumped around, grabbing and stabbing with his long hands, attacking Fan Jun's head and waist. Fan Jun's hands were solidly guarded, like a copper wall. Zhang Sanlong took turns swiping thrusts at the two opponents in front of him with one leg and one leg. Like a gun or a stick, fast and cruel.
Uncle Mantis Chang An jumped back into the fighting ring, beating him with a set of Mantis fists. Suddenly, his face hurt, and Chen Kuai slapped him. Before he could fight back, his right leg went weak, and Zhang Sanlong stepped on the crook of his leg, followed by a He felt a strange force push from his side, and it was Fan Jun's arms that blocked him. With a loud bang, he was knocked out of the battle circle and fell into a crowd of people, unable to get up.
"Uncle, don't be so pushy!"
"Stop being embarrassed!"
"Look at how serious you are, but you are just made of paper!"
Everyone was making noises, and even though Chang An, the mantis player, was extremely angry, he didn't dare to fight anymore. The innkeeper had already started counting the money and killed all the bets placed on Uncle Mantis.
The fight became more intense. After Zhang Sanlong was hit by Chen Kuai's two monkey punches, he also became violent and kicked his legs like the wind. Chen Kuai kept jumping and dodging, but was gradually forced back by his fast kicks. He stepped on the edge of the ring and had no way to retreat. He panicked and lost his attention. Only when he saw Zhang Sanlong raising his foot did he feel a strong force on his chin, and the world was spinning.
Zhang Sanlong kicked Chen Kuai firmly on the chin and kicked him off the table. Chen Kuai had already fainted, and was pulled aside by others to fan him. He ended up like Brother Hu.
"What a quick leg! But I met a Yu Erji at the underground lake a few days ago. His legs are much heavier than yours. You are just fast, not very useful." Fan Jun stretched out his fists and waited. Zhang Sanlong was ready, and he also stood firm and advanced step by step.
"Really?" Zhang Sanlong's voice suddenly rose. He is famous for his fast legs. In a set of family martial arts, leg moves account for nine points, and he can practice both legs quickly and accurately.
Fan Jun took a few steps forward and entered Zhang Sanlong's leg attack range. He saw Zhang Sanlong immediately kicking out his kicks, each one faster than the other, either sweeping or straight kicking. The strength was much stronger than the mantis hand and the black monkey king he had just kicked. They are all much bigger, but Fan Jun is not convinced that there is a Yu Er Er who is stronger than him in the lake below.
Fan Jun used his arms to block several kicks, but was unable to advance any further. He connected with his kick at the waist. He was a little annoyed. He suddenly let out a low cry, and his calm body suddenly turned into a quick one. He also raised his foot to exchange kicks with Zhang Sanlong.
"Comparing with me in kicking?" Zhang Sanlong was startled at first, then laughed disdainfully, and his kick skills became even more vigorous. Immediately, there was a lot of kicking and kicking in the ring, and the two of them were playing like a juggler. The crowd of men who were watching the fight and gambling were so loud that it almost knocked down the roof of the inn.
Zhang Sanlong's legs were fast and he had the upper hand at first. Their legs collided from time to time, and they could still take the time to kick Fan Jun's waist. However, after dozens of kicks, he felt that Fan Jun's feet collided with each other. My legs gradually started to hurt, as if I had been kicked on a tree trunk.
Fan Jun roared a few times and kicked harder. Zhang Sanlong did not dare to use his feet to catch it, but kept dodging. As a result, his fast legs immediately fell behind. He was using a pair of fast legs, and his legs were longer than his hands. , kicking the opponent so that he could not get close, but at this time, he was afraid that Fan Jun would confront him head-on, so he stopped taking the initiative to kick. Fan Jun's figure immediately dwarfed and got into Zhang Sanlong's arms.
Zhang Sanlong was shocked. He couldn't use his leg skills at close range. Just as he was about to retreat and distance himself, Fan Jun used another hard move at close range. He stamped his legs fiercely and trampled a towering wooden table. He hit with a blow. The elbow thrust was like a heavy hammer, knocking Zhang Sanlong several steps away. He fell off the stage and rolled to the ground.
Zhang Sanlong held his lower abdomen and couldn't stand up. He was in so much pain that he retched again and again.
"Fan Jun still won!"
"The king of the ring is the king of the ring!"
Everyone made a fuss again. The innkeeper killed all the money on the table and paid even if he didn't make much money. It turned out that most of the gamblers bet on Fan Jun. The boss opened a few more jars of wine and asked Fan Jun trampled on two expensive towering wooden tables.
Fan Jun jumped off the ring, stretched, and took a handful of silver coins from the innkeeper's hand, which was the reward for his victory. He took the money in his hand and threw it on the floor, drank a few glasses of wine with everyone, and walked out of the Bawang Inn.
"That's it for tonight. Let's keep ourselves together. Tomorrow we go to the mineman's house and have a good fight with him. Let's talk about it first. We have a lot of wine and steamed buns in the shop, but they are all bad wine. Who will win tomorrow? , received a huge reward, please buy some jars of good wine for the brothers to try." The boss waved his hand and asked the workers to clean up the wooden tables.
Most of the men were full and had enough fun. Some began to scatter, some helped clean up, and some chatted in small groups about the activities at the mineman's house tomorrow.
Bei Xiaolu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then whispered to Wei Jing: "Ask those men if the 'Lei Yuanwai' they refer to is the big landowner Lei Nan."
"Renan? Who is Renan?"
"There are many well-known families in Lake City. Most of them are rich and powerful. To the north of Tongtian River, the rich and powerful man Wang Baosheng is known to everyone. To the south of Tongtian River, Leinan is the most famous."
Since Bei Xiaolu could remember, he followed Mrs. Bei everywhere. He heard a lot of all kinds of gossip and gossip, and he had much more knowledge than an ordinary thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
In the past two years, Bei Xiaolu has reached the age of development and has grown taller. Mrs. Bei has also begun to teach her some of Feixue Villa's unique martial arts.
Bei Xiaolu is clever, smart, and learns very quickly. With these skills, he started to work alone a year ago. He would hang out wherever he found interesting and see the strange people and things in the world.
Bei Xiaolu was pampered since he was a child and had many slaves at his disposal. When he was alone outside, he had to do everything by himself, which inevitably made him feel troublesome. This time with Wei Jing as his companion, he naturally regarded Wei Jing as his subordinate.
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you go and ask for me!" Bei Xiaolu urged.
"Are you curious and won't ask yourself? Why should I listen to your instigation?" Wei Jing crossed his hands and made an extremely ugly face to Bei Xiaolu.
"Brothers, please don't clear the table yet. Did you forget that there was a boy who had a king's meal?" Bei Xiaolu opened his mouth and turned around to shout to the men who were busy opening the wooden table.
"That's right." "We would have forgotten if you didn't tell me." "Where did this little sister come from?" A group of men then turned their attention to Wei Jing and Bei Xiaolu, and some even asked each other: "Whose family is this?" Your sister or daughter?”
Several men gathered the wooden table together again. Wei Jing took two steps back and was immediately blocked by two men behind him. There were also people surrounding him in front of him, most of whom looked malicious.
It turns out that the boss of the Bawang Inn set up this rule for fun. Some high-rollers wanted to make friends and attract attention. It was also fun to have fights with others over a Bawang meal. However, over the years, more and more guys fished in troubled waters, just for food and drinks. Eat and drink, not to mention some unruly practitioners who came from afar, heard about the gambling culture of Bawang Inn, and deliberately kicked out the hotel to cause trouble.
