Chapter 170 (1/2)

Bang!

The sound of this slap was loud, just like a knock on a door, and it was very powerful. It directly knocked Ba Jitian, who was sitting at the table, up from the ground. After several circles in the air, he fell to the ground with a bang.

In terms of martial arts and Taoism, Chen xinglie is not very advanced.

Chen xinglie has never practiced steadily since he refined a furnace of wind pill in Qingyun city and took the pill to practice once.

It is not Chen xinglie who deliberately wants to waste time.

Only because he understood that once he practiced, there would be big problems.

If you let people see the details, that's good?

Never practice!

In the past month, I left Qingyun city and drove by the white crane. I stayed with Li Qinglian and the heroic brothers. I had no chance to practice alone.

Chen xinglie's self-cultivation did not make much progress.

The slap just fan out has used a Qi tonic pill secretly. With the help of medicine, it can generate Qi and blood by itself, creating an illusion of Qi and blood as sea.

Chen xinglie did this just to deceive duanwuhuan, who was sitting on the side drinking.

But the effect is excellent.

Duan Wuhuan watched Ba Jitian rise from the ground, and then watched Ba Jitian fall. Until Ba Jitian's face swelled up with the speed visible to the naked eye, Duan Wuhuan bowed his hand to Chen xinglie and said, ”you are wise.”

Chen xinglie raised his eyes and said, ”tell me, where are you wise?”

Duan Wuhuan picked up the wine pot on the table, held it high, tilted the mouth of the pot slowly, poured down a trace of wine as thick as a thread, slowly filled a cup, and then took up the glass, saying: ”I'd like to propose a cup to Mr. Chen. I wish you a long mountain and a long river, and endless flow of water!”

There's a long way to go.

Chen xinglie only told Qin Wannian.

Now from Duan Wuhuan's mouth, Chen xinglie is not surprised.

Since Duan Wuhuan is a gold medal spy, his martial arts strength must be extraordinary. He is far superior to ordinary martial arts practitioners in terms of vision and hearing. With the martial arts level of Duan Wuhuan, I'm afraid that any disturbance in this mansion today can't be concealed from him.

”Lord Duan can talk.”

Chen xinglie sweeps the break not to have a Huan one eye, did not agree to nod.

Duan Wuhuan held up his glass of wine and was bored to show his respect.

But Ba Jitian was blinded by this slap.

Never thought

Chen xinglie even slapped his face when he didn't agree with his words. Where is there any moral integrity of a scholarly family?

”Pull it up.”

Chen xinglie takes ah Chou's hand and goes outside the banquet hall.

When Zhen Hao Jieli rushed into the banquet hall, he pulled Ba Jitian, whose faces were swollen on both sides, from the ground.

”Get out of here

Ba Jitian was full of blood and yelled, ”I don't need you to help me!”

Zhen Haojie pulled Ba Jitian's hair and dragged it out directly. He sneered: ”I'm afraid you heard me wrong. My son didn't ask me to help you, but let me drag you.”

Ba Jitian's hair was torn, and he felt a pain in his scalp. He could not help but scream like a pig.

A slap in the face will only hurt.