Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 206 How do you want to eat?
"Grass, lightness kung fu is amazing, you kid keeps flying, don't come down!"

After a short moment of astonishment, Qiao Junhui quickly realized.

What about light work?Different from the movies, in all real fighting skills, it is very taboo to leave the ground easily.

As a result, people are in the air and have nowhere to rely on, so there is no chance for subsequent changes, which is tantamount to a living target.

Second, once the human body loses its center of gravity, it will not be able to exert force, even if it hits the opponent, it will not be able to cause damage.

Therefore, in Qiao Junhui's view, Yang Hao's jumping so high looks very cool, but he is actually seeking his own death.

He set up his posture, ready to wait for Yang Hao to fall down, and reward him with a 'chicken and egg kick'!
Unfortunately, in the next second, a phenomenon that completely violated Newton's second law appeared!
Seeing Yang Hao's falling speed, he accelerated sharply, and with a whoosh, he reached the top of Qiao Junhui's head.

Yang Hao, who reversed the gravity ring, was still merciful at the last moment. Instead of hitting the head with a blow, he kicked Qiao Junhui on the right shoulder.

boom!
The huge gravitational acceleration instantly kicked Qiao Junhui, who had made a wrong prediction, flying away, rolled far away, and finally rolled directly off the stage.

thump!
Qiao Junhui lay on the ground in an awkward posture like a dog chewing mud, clutching his shoulders and screaming, unable to get up for a long time.

The corners of the melon-eaters' mouths twitched as they watched, thinking that this kid was yelling a lot before, but he didn't expect to be knocked out with just one move without a fight.

And the Lianjiazi like Prince Ma and the little monk looked at Yang Hao in surprise.

It's fine to be able to do light work, but the acceleration in the air just now is too unbelievable, it's simply unscientific!
Yang Hao walked over at this time, shrugged his shoulders at Prince Ma, and said in doubt: "Old Ma, is this kid really a master of internal boxing? It seems that he is not as terrible as you said, and he solved it with one kick."

Prince Ma's head was full of black lines: "Please, if you encounter a monster like you who flies into the sky and doesn't follow the rules at all, if the master is not paying attention, he will suffer a lot, let alone Qiao Junhui's half-tongue?"

The little monk also nodded: "That's right, even the gravity of the earth can't stop Brother Hao from pretending to be aggressive, so it's his own bad luck that Qiao Junhui meets you."

Yang Hao scratched his head, didn't say any more, walked up to Qiao Junhui who was still rolling all over the floor, coughed lightly, and asked: "Cough, big brother, tell me, how do you want to eat?"

At this moment, Qiao Junhui's face was covered with snot and tears, and he could only wail: "Ahhh, my shoulder...is broken, broken! I...I won't let you go..."

Yang Hao curled his lips: "Is that so? Then I'll think about whether I should let your balls be broken too."

Qiao Junhui was so frightened that his chrysanthemum tightened, and he stopped screaming for a moment. In fact, his shoulder was not broken, at most it was a fracture.

"Yang Hao, I...I warn you, don't go too far, otherwise...or our Qiao family will never let it go!"

His stern look has no deterrent effect at all, and he can only pull up the tiger skin of the family to scare Yang Hao.

Yang Hao really didn't like this, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Big brother, you were so awesome just now, don't be cowardly now."

"Besides, you came up with such a weird bet like live broadcast eating Xiang. How about it, I'll bring you a bottle of ketchup, isn't it interesting?"

vomit!
As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, Qiao Junhui vomited.

I guess I made up the beautiful picture in my brain, and then I couldn't stand the stimulation, so I vomited.

"Fuck, big brother, you vomited before this even started? If you had known this, you wouldn't have died just now."

Yang Hao teased, he was thinking about how to deal with this kid, when the peacemaker came.

I saw Wan Zulong, the gambling king, running out of the bathroom with his pants in his hands, waving his mobile phone, and shouting from a distance: "Yang Hao, be merciful, be merciful!"

Wan Baoer quickly ran up to support his grandfather, and the two came quickly to Yang Hao, Wan Zulong panted and said: "Little friend Yang Hao, Lao Qiao made it clear to me on the phone just now, what happened today? , the fault is entirely on their side."

"He didn't want to care about this disobedient grandson, but it's about the face of the Qiao family, so he still asks me to ask you for favors."

Wan Zulong wiped off his sweat, and asked: "It's too indecent to eat that kind of live broadcast, can you see if this works, the Qiao family will take out 500 million to replace this bet, how about it?"

Yang Hao thought for a while, then nodded indifferently: "Sure, it's not good for me if he broadcasts Eat Xiang live, and the price of 500 million is quite sincere, so let's do this."

Wan Zulong breathed a sigh of relief: "Little friend really knows how to advance and retreat, and understands the general situation. I owe you a favor for this matter."

After he finished speaking, he ordered the bodyguards to come forward and carry Qiao Junhui outside.

Qiao Junhui blushed, as if he wanted to lose his temper, but in the end he was very sensible and didn't say a word.

To be honest, he may not be afraid of being beaten, but Qiao Junhui feels like dying even if he just thinks about it.

After Qiao Junhui was carried away, Wan Zulong completely lost interest in drinking tea and listening to Kunqu Opera.

He greeted Prince Ma and the old monk, and then sent Qiao Baichuan off. He probably didn't want to offend the Qiao family completely, after all, he still had something to ask of him.

Before leaving, Wan Zulong pulled Wan Bao'er aside and whispered: "Bao'er, you stay here, get in touch with Yang Hao more these few days, find a chance to talk to him about that matter, see if you can Let’s finalize it first, and let him open the conditions.”

Wan Baoer pouted: "Grandpa, what if he makes such a request?"

Wan Zulong looked confused: "That aspect? Which aspect?"

Wan Bao'er shyly said, "It's just... the relationship between men and women."

puff!
Wan Zulong's head was full of black lines: "Ahem, Bao'er, you can handle this yourself, grandpa will never interfere. Although this matter is very important to grandpa, you are also his heart and soul."

When Wan Zulong left, the fat manager of Shuiyuexuan rushed over and asked Wan Baoer: "Miss Wan, is this show... still going on?"

When he was talking, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Hao, complaining in his heart: Oh, hey, with this great master here, no one in Pingtan or Kunqu opera dares to show their ugly face on stage, should we temporarily find two comedians to save the scene?

Wan Baoer didn't make up her own mind, but turned to ask Yang Hao: "Brother Hao, what do you think, do you want to continue performing?"

Yang Hao rubbed his stomach: "Uh, it's almost time for dinner, or we'll break up now, and I should take my sister and the others to dinner."

Wan Baoer rolled her eyes and nodded with a smile: "It is indeed time to eat, let's go together, okay, Brother Hao?"

Her little voice is frighteningly sweet, with a high sugar content!
(End of this chapter)