Ke Zhenyang is tall and mighty, and is an old man with a hot temper.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, with his collar open, revealing the vest inside, and a hard beard under his jaw. He stared at his eyes like a powder barrel, which could explode at any time.

Following Ke Zhenyang was Ke Bei and a few young people, probably from the Vulcan Sect. They all looked at each other with an unfriendly attitude.

Liu Jingchen took two steps forward and said with a smile: "Mr. Ke, you are so embarrassed to come here. Let's have a drink."

Ke Zhenyang waved his hand and sneered, "Forget it, we don't have that much face. I came here this time just to ask Master Tan, is our agreement still valid?"

"This...we have something to say..."

"What are you saying?"

Ke Zhenyang snorted: "According to your opinion, I don't plan to admit it? According to our agreement, first, we should marry Shi Yanyan to my son Ke Bei. Second, if we return, we will compensate us 100 million yuan. Do you think you are paying the person or paying the money?"

Liu Jingchen said, "Let's go inside and talk slowly..."

"Stop talking, just give me some good words."

"Isn't it just one hundred million?"

Jia Simiao came over and shouted: "We will give you 100 million. We will give you whenever you want it. However, please don't come to us again to cause trouble, otherwise, don't blame us for being polite."

"Oh? You're welcome? Haha~~~"

Ke Zhenyang laughed loudly, looked at Jia Simiao, and said disdainfully: "Who are you? This is my conversation with Liu Jingchen again. It's not your turn, a junior, to interrupt."

Jia Simiao said: "You are really right. I am a junior. However, I have to talk about this matter because Shi Yanyan is my wife."

"Oh? You are that Jia Simiao?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Okay, okay. It seems that everything our Ke Bei said is true?"

Shi Yanyan also walked out of it. She said gratefully: "Mr. Ke, thank you for giving me so many Fire God Pills for so many years to continue my life. However, emotional matters cannot be done. We will give you the money you mentioned."

Ke Zhenyang sneered: "Okay, you'll take out 100 million now, and we'll leave immediately, as if nothing had happened. From now on, you walk on your sunny road, I walk on my single-plank bridge, we won't interfere with each other when we are old and never talk to each other..."

"That's it for you."

For Jia Simiao, 100 million is not a problem. Two days ago, he just asked for a ransom of 100 million from Lian Zeyuan, and now it is just right for Ke Zhenyang. In fact, Ke Zhenyang just wanted to make things difficult for Liu Jingchen, Shi Yanyan and others. He is quite familiar with the Yin-stimulating Medicine Sect, so how can he have so much money? But now, Jia Simiao actually handed the 100 million check directly into his hands, and his face immediately became gloomy and very ugly.

Jia Simiao said: "Mr. Ke, this is one hundred million, you have collected it. Now, we are drinking. If you go in and have a drink, we welcome you. If you turn your head and leave, we will not be able to send it."

This is a slap in the face!

Ke Zhenyang felt that he was a little overwhelmed. He stared at Jia Simiao and looked again and said coldly: "Are you the legendary 'ghost hand'?"

Wen Renmubai had already promoted Jia Simiao through the Internet for the fact that Jia Simiao was a ghost hand, and even Bi Yue had provoked Jia Simiao. It was not surprising that Ke Zhenyang, Ke Bei and others knew about it.

Jia Simiao bowed and said, "Yes, I'm the ghost hand."

"It has been rumored that your medical skills can be named as the "Immortal Buddha" in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I want to learn more."

"Mr. Ke, I want to ask you something. I gave you 100 million. You will have no grudges with the Yin Medicine Sect, right?"

"there is none left."

"Okay, we're going back to drink, and we don't have time to be here for you, bye."

Jia Simiao turned around, as if he had not seen Ke Zhenyang, Ke Bei and others, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, it's okay, let's go back and continue drinking and eating."

This is a repeated and repeated slap in the face? In the traditional Chinese medicine world, anyone who mentions Ke Zhenyang from the Fire God Sect will have to be respectful. First, the old man has a strong medical skills, and second, the old man has a hot temper, but it is a temper that is just a bit too hot. But now? No matter how good his temper is, he can't stand it if he slaps Jia Si Miao like this.

Ke Zhenyang said angrily: "Jia Simiao, are you still a man? If you have the ability, let's talk about medical skills."

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "I am a man, Shi Yanyan can know. As for the competition? I think Ke Bei and I are both participants in the presidential selection competition of the China Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. As long as he can persist for a few more rounds, we will always compete together, right?"

"Sir, arrogant."

Ke Zhenyang couldn't help it anymore, so he rushed up from behind and punched Jia Simiao's back.

A sneak attack? Or an old senior, it seems that this person is not very open and honest. Jia Simiao didn't even look at it, as if he had no reaction. He just waved his hand at Monk Hu and Thunder: "You should know, how to do it?"

"clear."

Beside them, they had already been eager to try it out. Now, they finally got the opportunity, how could they miss it? Monk Hu was still afraid that Thunder would rob him, so he jumped up and his fist hit Ke Zhenyang in the face. Ke Zhenyang flashed to the side, and Monk Hu hit him head-on.

Peng! Ke Zhenyang put his arm horizontally, but still made Monk Hu's head hit. This is iron-headed skill! Monk Hu had nothing to do, but he knocked Ke Zhenyang back several steps before stabilizing his body. This time, it completely ignited the anger in Ke Zhenyang's heart. He waved his arm and said angrily: "Do you two for me."

Ke Bei and the disciples of the Fire God Sect rushed forward. Lei Ting was not polite, he would be excited whenever he had a fight! He and Monk Hu stood shoulder to shoulder and fought with Ke Bei and others.

Unexpectedly, Liu Gaochan also walked out. He held a toothpick in his mouth and curled his lips: "Monk, Thunder, you can't do it either? Do you still have to use this kind of effort to hit them?"

Thunder's eyes were lit up and he said excitedly: "Idol, come and practice for us?"

Liu Gaochan said lazily: "Okay, you two retreat and see how I deal with them."

Thunder and Monk Hu took a few steps back, and Ke Bei and the disciples of the Fire God Sect rushed towards Liu Gaochan. Liu Gaochan didn't even move, and waved his hands in the air twice, bang bang! It seemed that even the air had exploded. Ke Bei and those people came up quickly, fell down faster, and fell to the ground.

Liu Gaochan clapped his hands and said disdainfully: "It's very simple, it makes you so complicated."

Ke Zhenyang's face changed drastically. Is this a super expert? Ke Bei and others got up, took out sharp swords from their waists, and made a gesture to pounce again. Ke Zhenyang came up from behind, stopped them, and asked, "This is our affairs with Jia Si Miao. Who are you? Please don't interfere with the sword."

Liu Gaochan said lightly: "My name is Liu Gaochan. Jia Simiao is my brother. His business is mine. Interfere with the sword? No matter who you hit, I always use my fists and disdain to use the sword. So, you can say that I interfere with the sword, but you can't say that I interfere with the sword."

"Well……"

These words almost choked Ke Zhenyang. He was a man who could take it and let it go. He said coldly: "Okay, we have admitted it today. Tell Jia Simiao that we will definitely find this place."

Lei Ting cursed: "Damn, who do you think you are? You even gave it to you 100 million, why are you still whining? Do you have to go away again and you will be honest?"

Monk Hu grinned and said, "Thunder, why do you say he is jealous? Since that's the case, why don't you take back that 100 million?"

"Yes?"

Anyway, with Liu Gaochan's support, they jumped up and knocked down Ke Bei and others three times. Then, they walked towards Ke Zhenyang from left to right, and laughed jokingly: "Old man Ke, you should hand over the check, it was ours. Otherwise, we beat you up and snatched it away, it wouldn't look good. Do you think so?"

Ke Zhenyang was so angry that his beard rose and said angrily: "Do you still have a king's law? Do you still want to rob?"

Monk Hu was justified: "My mother is so proud, why are you robbing? That money is ours."

"Beat him."

Thunder pounced on it and punched Ke Zhenyang in the face. Ke Zhenyang dodged to the side, and Monk Hu threw Ke Zhenyang down like an eagle pounced on a chicken. Now it was fine, Thunder pounced on it, and together with Monk Hu, he quickly rode Ke Zhenyang under him. One fist, the other took off his clothes, and looked for a check.

If you want to find a check, just look for it? Monk Hu didn't care about that much, his hands started to tear it up. After a while, he grabbed Ke Zhenyang's clothes... Monk Hu shouted: "Can you hand over the check?"

Ke Zhenyang struggled violently and said angrily: "Beast, please let me go."

Monk Hu grinned and laughed, "I won't hand over it, right? Okay, then I'll strip you naked, then take away your clothes, pants, and even your shorts, and go back and look for it slowly."

Thunder Ting smiled and said, "What are you so polite? Take him naked."

Monk Hu was even more excited. No matter how Ke Zhenyang struggled, he still let him take a look. In the blink of an eye, only a pair of shorts were left.
Chapter completed!