Chapter 732 (2/2)

At a time when everyone felt that ye Qian and the man under his hand were doing too much, Lao BA's feet were removed from the floor.

Lao BA's foot did not step on master Wen's palm, but fell on the edge of his palm.

When old eight moved his shoes away, a sound of cold hiss and fear came from the crowd.

Because everyone can clearly see that there is a deep footprint on the bluestone tiles of Dongyue Temple. If such a huge force stepped on a person's hand, what would it feel like? Think of everyone feeling terrible.

Master Wen looked at the deep footprints in fear. His vertical hands trembled, and his white sweat trickled down his head.

Just 0.1 mm away, master Wen almost said goodbye to his career.

”Grandmaster, grandmaster, are you all right?”

Master Wen's two disciples were frightened. It took a long time for them to recover. One of them ran away to Wen Hui and asked.At the moment, although Wen Hui's face is full of horror, but his eyes are dribbling around and seems to be thinking about something.

Wen Hui is an old man in his nineties and a respected elder.

Now, he was first run by a child and vomited blood. Then he pretended to be dead and played a rogue to deceive people. His face was lost. So Wen Hui had to find a way to leave quietly.

What stupidly looking at his two grandchildren, Wen Hui began to act like a fool.

”Qingtou, Xiangzi, where is this? Why am I here? ”

As soon as Wen Hui opened his mouth, ye Qian and those old foxes began to laugh coldly in their hearts.

Of course, it's time for Wen Hui to be debunked. Everyone pretended they couldn't see it.

However, Wen Hui's two disciples didn't cooperate very well and didn't understand the intention of their ancestors.

”Grandmaster, this is Dongyue Temple. You just...”

Before the young man finished speaking, Wen Hui gave him a vicious look in his eyes, and then he still said, ”Gee, how can I be in Dongyue Temple? It's strange.”

Then Wen Hui patted his head and said, ”I remember, my granddaughter is still waiting for me to eat at home. I have to go back quickly!”

Now it's more than nine o'clock in the morning. Now, when we talk about eating, the impairment is bullshit.

At the same time, Wen Hui, a 90 year old man, did not need any help at all. He stood up and ran through the crowd as if he were running away: ”give way, let go, everyone let go!”

”Wait for us, grandmaster, please slow down!”

The two unknown disciples followed the old man closely for fear that he might miss something.

It was not until the three left Dongyue Temple that the crowd of onlookers who ate melons came back to their senses and knew what was going on.

The roar of laughter was heard all at once.

Although Wen Hui, a great calligrapher and painter, slipped away with such a trick as pretending to be crazy and selling silly, he seemed a little naive.

For a while, Wenhui's name was actually regarded as a joke and was talked about in Dongyue Temple.

Master Wen and his two grandchildren have been out of the Dongyue Temple, the old man stopped his pace.

Wen Hui is facing the road, pounding the antique wall around him with one hand, fiercely.

”Damn it, Xue Qingming, you quack doctor. I lost my face here today. You wait. Before long, I will ask for it from you. Hum, and the gold plaque, sooner or later, it will be mine.”

Until now, it seems that master Wen has not forgotten the gold plaque, which is also a pity.