Let Go Of That Primordial Man

On the seventeenth day after the teahouse opened, it was an unprecedented day of closure.

What was rare was that the large number of guests who came to drink tea and listen to the radio did not complain at all about this.

This is because they know that there will be a wonderful drama to watch soon; behind this drama, there are also staggeringly huge interests involved.

Such a rare drama is not far behind the wonderful story of Fight and Po.

What's more important is that you don't have to spend any money to watch such a big show! Think about the money spent in the Zixiao teahouse in the past half month.

Even some real people who can be called wealthy people are still somewhat heartbroken.

On the contrary, those hard-working gods did not spend much material here; on the one hand, it was because they did not have much property in the first place.

On the other hand, Mr. Niu and others let these people be shameless and listen to the radio for nothing.

In just half a month, there have been some wise men of God who know that when they come every day, they bring a futon and fruits from the mountains.

While listening to the story, it is also a pleasure to eat some fruits.

Compared with this approach, the real people in the pavilion and the goddesses carried by the real people will be looked down upon.

For them, such contempt is nothing at all. They have already experienced too many similar encounters; how old are the people who despise them, and how old are these people...

It is said that there is no need to spend money to watch the excitement, but everyone present still spent a lot of money in the process.

These guys from the Zixiao sect, who wanted money rather than their lives, were crazy about selling cigarettes, peanuts, melon seeds and chewing gum before the war started.

Even if I don’t have that much free time, I don’t have the hot tea supply that everyone loves on weekdays.

They just made a drink today that was packed in an iron can. Not to mention, this soda drink didn't have all the magical effects of drinking tea, but it tasted pretty good.

When you want to come and watch the excitement, it is also a very pleasant thing to eat with some melon seeds and peanuts.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Niu was a little tired of waiting.

They were all thinking in their minds whether they should arrange for these old guys to go sell instant noodles again and earn a little bit, so as to make up for the huge loss this time.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the surrounding crowd:

Look, those people from Black Tiger Gate are finally here; ha! There are quite a few people here.

Mr. Niu quickly looked towards the horizon, and sure enough he saw a group of figures flying towards them using various means.

The person at the head was the real person who said harsh words in front of Mr. Niu that day; behind him, the relatively dense crowd estimated to be no less than a hundred or ten people.

It seems that Black Tiger Clan also has high regard for these old guys from Zixiao Sect, and they actually came out in full force...

In order to watch the excitement smoothly, a group of melon-eating gods all spontaneously stood around the valley.

It was extremely considerate to leave all the open space outside the teahouse in the valley vacant; this allowed the two warring parties to ignore the previous battle.

Therefore, everyone in Black Tiger Gate can also land directly in the valley, hundreds of meters away from Master Niu and others.

As a result, this scene appeared in the valley:

On one side were hundreds of middle-aged and elderly men with big shoulders and round waists; on the other side was a young boy leading an old man in his thirties with white hair.

Both sides stared at each other fiercely, intending to use their eyes to inflict a critical blow on the other side.

To be honest, the advantages and disadvantages of the battlefield situation can be seen at a glance; although the Zixia sect's confidence is unknown, their disadvantages are too obvious.

In terms of numbers, they were not even 30% of Black Tiger Gate.

In terms of quality, the Jurchen from the Zixiao sect did not appear at all; the remaining old ones, the young ones, and the small ones, compared with those from the Black Tiger Gate, it is worth not mentioning them.

Even if they don't know why, they put on colorful short clothes and a shiny bald head.

In fact, the reason is very simple: everyone only has one set of white robes, and they are gone if they are torn during a fight; but Mr. Niu has a lot of beachwear.

As for the bald head, Mr. Niu believes that the bald head can increase the chance of a critical hit!

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Among the people who came to Black Tiger Gate, the real person I saw last time stood with the other two people.

It seems that all the three great masters of Black Tiger Gate have appeared here; according to the information obtained by Mr. Niu, these three people are Mu Gong, Xicheng and Tang Yang.

After they looked at each other, there was an obvious murderous look in their eyes.

It was obvious that they realized that with many people watching today, they had no chance of retreating.

If we can't completely tame the Zixiao Sect and these reckless guys, then their Black Tiger Clan's face will be completely lost...

After a pause, Mugong, the person Mr. Niu was most familiar with, spoke.

His voice was full of suppressed anger:

Young Netherworld child, don't say that I am too overbearing in the Black Tiger Sect; now that you have taken the lead in kowtowing to us and admitting your mistakes, and promised to share 91% of future profits, I can still make the decision to spare you.

Mr. Niu didn't speak, but he still gave his answer, which was a raised middle finger.

It's a pity that the other party didn't react at all with anger; the main reason was that the simple and honest Master Mugong simply couldn't understand this internationally accepted gesture.

In response to this, Mr. Niu was obviously embarrassed for a second.

However, this guy quickly adjusted. If he can't understand, just don't understand. Just start fighting.

Just when he was about to shout and take action, Mr. Niu remembered an arrangement he had made before, and he almost forgot about it due to his poor memory.

Although the old guys were inspired by him, their blood was boiling with enthusiasm, and their fighting spirit was almost boiling.

However, this does not mean that it is not boiling yet.

Therefore, Mr. Niu adopted a classic method that he had used several times when he led the Black Stone Tribe to fight in the Luo Lei Mountains.

Each veteran was given a bottle of high-quality Red Star Erguotou in advance as a boost to their courage...

Therefore, the gods who were watching were very surprised to see such a scene.

After the boy named You Ming waved his hand, the few thirty people from Zixiao's faction suddenly took out a large bottle from their arms.

After opening the bottle cap, he poured the transparent liquid inside into his mouth.

After drinking the unknown liquid, the faces of these old guys quickly turned red, like cooked prawns.

If they could get close to these people at this time, they would definitely be able to smell the strong smell of alcohol from the mouths of these old guys.

Then, something even more surprising happened to them.

I saw that the boy from Netherworld shouted loudly, and these people from the Zixia sect actually started to move first.

The moment they rushed forward, the large bottles in their hands smashed at the three real people at Heihumen.

Although such a move caught everyone in the Black Tiger Gate off guard; but after all, they were just bottles; the three real people's protective magic weapons spontaneously activated.

He blocked all the bottles in time without causing any harm to them.

However, before Master Mugong could open his mouth and say something to his disciples, more than thirty black pill-shaped objects had already hit him.

The words in Mu Gong's mouth turned into a horrified exclamation: No! This is the Thunderbolt Pill~

Before he could finish the exclamation in his mouth, blazing lightning exploded in front of the three great masters of Black Tiger Gate...