At this critical moment, the wine fairy's hand holding the cigarette pole moved again. He fucked the cigarette pole's hand and danced in the air for a while.

Accompanied by screams, the immortal in the wine knocked over to the ground like a stick hitting a water dog. Its speed was as fast as a magic trick. Many people didn't even see how he took action, but only saw the skeleton messengers slamming down on the ground.

It was not until this time that Yuan Tianzhong understood what his uncle's family skills were.

Yuan Tianzhong opened his mouth wide and suddenly said, "Pressing the acupoints, Master Uncle is hitting the acupoints." "What does it mean to hit the acupoints?" Ren Changfeng asked in confusion. Yuan Tianzhong: "In layman's terms, it is to click the acupoints." Ren Changfeng gave him a blank look: "Stop teasing, there are no kung fu in this world. Aren't they all in martial arts movies? We are not acting in TV series."

Yuan Tianzhong didn't have time to joke with him, and said seriously: "The acupoints in martial arts films do have exaggerated elements. The so-called fixed-body acupoints, the silence acupoints are all fictional, but there is no doubt that there are acupoints on the human body. The acupoints refer to places where the nerve ends are slightly dense or the nerve trunk passes. There are about 52 single acupoints, 300 double acupoints, 50 strange acupoints in the human body, and a total of 720 acupoints. There are 108 key acupoints, of which 72 are not fatal to click. The other 36 acupoints are fatal acupoints, commonly known as "fatal acupoints". If someone uses external force to hit these places, the mild ones are paralyzed, and the severe ones will die."

After listening to Yuan Tianzhong's explanation, Ren Changfeng was stunned. After a while, he said intoxicatedly: "If a person really practices this skill to the extreme, anything can become a weapon for killing people. Damn, that would be too awesome. Hey, why haven't I seen you use this trick before?"

Yuan Tianzhong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This thing is easy to say, but it is difficult to make it really hard to do. Not to mention that so many acupoints are difficult to remember. Even if you really remember them, it is quite difficult to operate. Some acupoints are only as small as sesame seeds, and it is quite difficult to hit. The battlefield changes rapidly. As long as you make a little mistake, the enemy's butcher knife will chop off your head in the next second. So this skill sounds intimidating and does not have much practical value."

Ren Changfeng looked up at the battlefield and sighed: "It seems that the truth is not like this. This lethality is really great. Even I was shocked."

Yuan Tianzhong: "In fact, I have only heard of it, and have never seen it before. I didn't expect that there are actually people in this world who learn acupoints and exert their power to the fullest. This person is actually my uncle."

Off the stage, there were many people whispering like Yuan Ren. On the stage, the wine fairy shook her legs alone, looking at the heroes.

Seven or eight skeleton messengers were eaten in an instant, which shocked the Ghost Tiger Gang too much, and no one dared to rush up arrogantly for a moment. Wen Dong didn't know what was going on, and because he was afraid that he would cause unnecessary killing disasters by saying the wrong words, he did not dare to let out.

Jiu Zhongxian filled in the copper tobacco pipe and touched it for a while before he realized that he did not bring any fire. He looked left and then looked again, and said something that made Xie Wendong and others laugh and cry: "Ancestor, I won't hit you now, who can lend me a fire?"

Xie Wendong winked at Jinyan, Jinyan nodded, stepped forward and took out an exquisite zippo lighter to light the fire. JiuZhenxian took a few sips and asked the child to ask the adult for a candy smell and shamelessly: "Hehe, this thing looks good, can you give it to me?"

Jinyan burst into laughter and presented the lighter with both hands: "As senior, I will prepare as much as I want for you."

The wine fairy said "answer" in her mouth, and her eyes shone: "Not bad, your grandson is quite filial. I am very happy to be my ancestor. Well, if you are happy, you have to drink and prepare it for me later."

Golden Eye scratched her head awkwardly, completely speechless, and nodded with a smile.

"Hey, I'm immortal, you want fire, right? I'll take you to the crematorium right away." The golden messenger "Iron Niu" hit the "Iron Niu" in his hand a few times, and spoke in the tone of a fairy in the wine with a wicked smile...

The wine fairy threw the zippo lighter on her hand up. After the lighter drew a perfect arc in the air, it fell into the pocket of his pants accurately. The wine fairy whistled happily and said in a naughty way: "You are old, you are immortal. Your ancestors are only eighteen years old this year, so you curse me to death. It's so annoying. The mouth is smelly, the mouth is stinky."

If he was eighteen years old, he would not even believe a three-year-old child. Perhaps it was because of his open-mindedness and unwillingness to accept old age that he lived to such a long life.

"Iron Niu" kicked his eyes and raised his nose and said in great dissatisfaction: "Old coffin, you have killed so many of my brothers, and today I will send you back." "Brother Niu, this person is not easy to deal with, I include me." Another golden envoy, "Ai Han", shook the military sect in his hand.

Next, the coefficients of golden envoys such as "Big Head", "Waiter", and "Iron-Faced Sheng" were present.

Good guy, five golden messengers deal with one person at the same time, this is the first time in the history of the Ghost Tiger Gang.

As the saying goes, "Two fists cannot match four hands. A good tiger cannot resist many wolves, and there are so many nails all over the body." No matter how powerful the immortal in the wine is, he is just one person. Faced with such a strong five-man team, all his disciples, including Xie Wendong, couldn't help but feel worried about him.

The Ghost Tiger Gang seemed to have seen the wine fairy fall to the ground, as if she had seen Xie Wendong look like a despair. They cheered and clapped, and cried in groups of shouts.

"Kill him, kill him."

"Fuck this old guy to death, he actually killed so many of our brothers to avenge the dead skeleton messenger."

"Old thing, wait to go to the crematorium."

“………”

Listening to the surging curse like the tide of the sea, the immortal in the wine was not angry, but looked like he was enjoying himself. He took a deep breath of cigarettes, then slowly exhaled it, and said with a happy look: "This sound sounds so comfortable. It has been decades, and no one has scolded me like this for decades. It is comfortable, more comfortable than drinking Maotai Wuliangye."

Xie Wendong, Yuan Tianzhong and others fell collectively.
Chapter completed!