Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

However, when my mother saw that she knew how to do martial arts, I was afraid that she would be overly worried! She clenched her fists and looked at the two scoundrels approaching step by step, feeling a little complicated!

In the midst of the tangle, suddenly, a vigorous shouting and cursing sounded from the crowd----

"Grandson, watch your move----"

After the shouting, a black satin and white shoe came over and flew close to Zhang Tuzi's head, almost hitting his big greasy face.Zhang Tuzi was startled, jumped up with eyes as big as cow eggs, and cursed loudly.

"Old bastard, straight motherfucker, you are tired of living, aren't you? I dare to hit you, Uncle Zhang!"

Cursing, he rolled up his arms and sleeves and walked straight towards the assailant.

Caiwei turned around in shock and saw outside the crowd, a short, fat old man with a round face and a square mouth, struggling to pull off the other shoe. Not to be outdone, he was scolding Zhang Tuzi, preparing to take the other shoe off. Put the shoes over again.

"Shopkeeper Li!" She said in surprise, and then shouted: "Be careful!"

While shouting, Zhang Tuzi was already like an angry black bear. In the blink of an eye, he threw himself in front of Shopkeeper Li, baring his teeth and claws, and started punching him with his fists.

"Oh----"

Some timid ones in the crowd screamed and covered their eyes.

Caiwei's heart suddenly rose to her throat. Shopkeeper Li was old and short, fat and clumsy. He was no match for Zhang Tuzi!

However----

"puff----"

A muffled sound shocked all the audience. Those who covered their eyes slowly removed their hands in front of them, showing incredible expressions.

---- Shopkeeper Li was seen leaning back along Zhang Tuzi's fist like a juggling artist. His body was at a 45-degree angle to the ground, but his feet stood motionless. He easily dodged Zhang Tuzi's iron fist.

"puff----"

Before anyone could see what was going on, shopkeeper Li stood up suddenly and punched Zhang Tuzi on the neck. The round and fat fist seemed weak, but it made Zhang Tuzi flip over. His eyes were like those of a dead dog, and he fell to the ground silently.

"good----"

Someone yelled.

"Shopkeeper Li, well done!"

The crowd burst into cheers!

Being favored by everyone, shopkeeper Li became proud and repeatedly clasped his fists in front of the applauding audience.

"Hahaha, what a joke, everyone, you are showing your shame..."

The gangster who was with Zhang Tuzi saw that Zhang Tuzi had suffered a loss, and saw that shopkeeper Li was just a short and fat old man. They just thought that the old man had been lucky enough to knock Zhang Tuzi down, and they were eager to fight in anger. Rushed over.

Caiwei saw that he was running toward Shopkeeper Li in a menacing manner, so when he ran past her, she quietly stretched out her foot. The gangster was running so fast that she couldn't see him. She suddenly made a "chuck" sound and tripped on the ground. On the ground, he fell down and gnawed on the mud.

"Hahaha……"

The passers-by who were watching laughed.

The shameless gangster was so angry that he blushed and wanted to get up to find someone to settle the score. Before he could get up, a pair of cotton boots with white soles from Shu brocade suddenly appeared in front of him. The details of the workmanship of those boots were complicated and delicate. . Going up the boots, there is a green bamboo and silver silk plain brocade embroidered with dark patterns, and further up... there is a handsome young man with Zhilan Yushu!

The young man was about twenty years old. He was handsome and graceful. He had a faint smile on his lips and glanced at him casually.

However, just this glance made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his teeth started to fight against each other.

what happened? This young master looks elegant and elegant, with a smile clearly on his face. Why does he feel like he is being stared at by a hungry wolf?