Wei Dayong heard that the person who spoke had a strong and energetic tone. He must be a practitioner, and his skills were probably not too bad.

He raised his eyes and looked into the room. Due to the light and shadow, he could vaguely see a tall figure standing there, but he could not see the person's face clearly.

The big man named Lao Zhou hurriedly bowed to the door and replied: "Back to my boss's house, three monks came. I told them that you don't want to give alms to the monks, so please go back."

Wei Da courageously responded with a smile: "Goose rice tofu! You are a bitch, when are we going to ask you for alms?"

Now Lao Zhou was unhappy: "What? You dare to call me a dog-head? Someone, please kill him!"

On the spot, two big-bodied coolies came up and put their hands on Wei Dayong's armpits to ask him to get off the platform.

Master Yuantong and Zhenyuan obviously knew Wei Dayong's impatience, so they snickered and watched the fun.

The two coolies thought that Wei Dayong was young and not big. He had been carrying food all year round. With his two arms swaying, he had at least one or two hundred kilograms of strength. What's more, if two people were to deal with one person, wouldn't they be able to capture him easily?

Unexpectedly, two tall coolies put their arms around Wei Dayong's armpits and lifted him hard, but they were unable to lift him off the ground.

The two of them looked at each other and didn't believe this evil. They both shouted loudly and started to exert their strength.

However, they tried their best, but Wei Dayong's feet were still as if they were rooted to the ground, motionless.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but there was insufficient light inside the house. Just now, Wei Dayong stood outside and looked in. He could only see a rough outline, but the people inside could clearly see the scene outside.

A sound of "Huh" was heard from the room, and a short while later a middle-aged man in a silk robe and mandarin jacket, about forty-five or six years old, stepped out of the door, followed by several figures dressed as bodyguards.

The middle-aged man was not very handsome in appearance, but he showed an extraordinary bearing in his movements. He must be Wu Tianhua, the boss of this big business.

Wei Dayong saw an exquisite silver cross hanging around Wu Tianhua's neck, and immediately understood why his boss Lao Zhou didn't want to see him.

Wu Tianhua looked Wei Dayong up and down, and said to the people around him: "It turns out that he is a practicing master. No wonder the two servants can't invite him. All the people here are guests. Old Liu, go and invite this young master into the house for a cup of tea."

"yes!"

Old Liu responded, stepped forward and pushed back the two coolies, saying "Master, please" in a measured manner, but his hand reached out like lightning and quickly touched the pulse gate of Wei Dayong's wrist.

, pull it to your side with force!

In his opinion, if a martial artist has his veins locked, he has no choice but to be slaughtered by others. If he pulls him, the other person will be pulled to the point where he cannot stand firmly, and will be thrown into a dog and chewed in the mud.

Little did he know that Lao Liu used 70% to 80% of his strength, but the result surprised him!

He kept pushing hard with his hands until he gritted his teeth, but to no avail -

As before, Wei Dayong stood tall, without moving his feet at all, and said polite words: "Since the master believes in foreign religions and we are not of the same religion, drinking tea is unnecessary."

I thought I had it all, but I didn't expect to encounter a rare tough idea. Lao Liu's face turned red all of a sudden. He couldn't catch it or let it go. He froze in place for a moment.

Wu Tianhua immediately saw the clues.

He knew Lao Liu's kung fu. Although there was still a slight gap between him and himself, looking at the whole of Hankou and even the three towns of Wuhan, anyone who could withstand the move Lao Liu just made could definitely be counted with one hand.

Seeing that Old Liu was defeated, Wu Tianhua was surprised and couldn't help but become interested in Wei Dayong: "Old Liu, since you can't invite me, I'll do it myself!"

Lao Liu was ordered to give up in a hurry.

Wu Tianhua immediately stepped forward, put his arms around each other's shoulders, and said: "It's fate that we meet by chance. Please show me your appreciation, little master, and let's go in and have a cup of tea."

He has a famous move called "Holding the Moon into His Arms", which is a move derived from the outer sect of "Beng Fist". It is quite good in close combat. Once he gets close to him and locks his shoulder bones, his arms will

It's sore and numb, and I can't exert any strength.

Wu Tianhua just wanted to weigh Wei Dayong's weight in person, so of course he would not be cruel and only used two or three points of strength.

However, Wei Dayong had already seen the other party's intention, and Wu Tianhua's hand failed to put it on his shoulder.

Wei Dayong turned slightly sideways, staggered away from Wu Tianhua's palm, and replied: "Since Boss Wu has invited you again and again, I would rather be respectful than obey. What is fashionable nowadays is the handshake ceremony. Let's get close to each other."

As he spoke, he took Wu Tianhua's hand and said, "Sorry for bothering you!"

"Nice to meet you!"

As soon as the palms of the two parties came into contact, Wu Tianhua felt that Wei Dayong's palm was as soft as boneless, and he felt like he was holding a ball of cotton.

He was well-informed and knew something was wrong. Just as he was about to let go, he suddenly felt that the soft palm he was holding suddenly became stronger than gold and stone, almost cracking his jaw.

Fortunately, Wei Dayong accepted the situation and did not continue to embarrass Wu Tianhua, so he was able to save his face.

However, from Wu Tianhua's attacks and the strength coming from his hands, Wei Dayong also had a rough understanding of his kung fu level and knew that this man was also a martial arts master, enough to match his status in the world.

The hands of both sides were separated as soon as they touched each other. In fact, they had already decided who was superior.

Although outsiders didn't see much of it, Wu Tianhua himself knew very well that if the young monk in front of him deliberately made things difficult, he would be embarrassed and thrown into his grandma's house today.

Wu Tianhua believed in Christianity and did not like monks, Taoists and other monks. He had his own reasons.

But people like Wei Dayong who have real abilities can always easily win the respect of others.

Wu Tianhua was impressed by Wei Dayong's kung fu. He took two steps back, cupped his hands and said, "I'm a stubborn person. I'm not used to shaking hands, but I still like to salute. I haven't asked the three of you for their names yet..."

"Little monk Zhenyong, these two are my senior brother Yuantong and my senior brother Zhenyuan."

Wu Tianhua laughed "haha" and said: "I, Wu Tianhua, believe in Christianity and have not interacted with monks, Taoists and monks for many years, but I am lucky enough to meet three of them today. I am still deeply honored."

"Easy to say, easy to say. I heard that Western religion also encourages people to do good, and it can be said that it is the same as Buddhism."

Wei Dayong handled the situation flawlessly.

Wu Tianhua made a "please" gesture: "Please come in to the three masters and junior masters."

Wei Dayong did not give any warning, and motioned to his two companions to follow him, and followed Wu Tianhua into the house.

Entering the room, Wei Dayong found that it was a rather spacious living room, paved with mosaic marble floor tiles, which was smooth and smooth.

The hall is not decorated like a store, but more like an arsenal. There are rows of weapon racks at the foot of the walls on both sides, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks.

On the screen wall of the living room, there are several ten-stone bows hanging, and there is actually an old Hanyang-made rifle.
Chapter completed!