Chapter 79 Practicing the Dog-beating Stick Technique

"Thank you, Cheng Zhiqing, for helping me find it back."

Liu Xinghe saw the thick wooden stick in front of her, smiled gratefully at Cheng Yunxiao, picked up the stick and beat the man under her feet with the Dog-beating Stick Technique.

For fun, she didn't even step on him, letting him struggle to death. Someone rushed up to be her sandbag, how could she not accept it? She didn't like pure beating, practicing the stick technique with response was more fun, and the emphasis was on slow work and fine work.

Huang Ge howled and dodged, cursing: "Stinky bitch, I will definitely send you to labor reform, and then you can be fucked by anyone, I will make you want to live but not die, ah——"

Before he finished speaking, the man called Huang Ge covered his mouth, chin, and face in pain and screamed, leaving a long diagonal red mark on his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it really stunk, and my hand slipped accidentally." Cheng Yunxiao pretended to apologize to Huang Ge, picked up the bamboo stick in his hand and handed it to Liu Xinghe: "Liu Zhiqing, I forgot to give you your bamboo stick."

Liu Xinghe's originally tied face could no longer be tied, and he nodded at him with a smile, took the bamboo stick with one hand, and held the stick with the other hand, using both hands together, looking at the foul-mouthed Huang Ge with an increasingly cold look.

"Since you have a foul mouth, I'll clean your mouth."

The bamboo stick in his hand was whipped in the other direction of the man's mouth, and the red mark left by Cheng Yunxiao formed an X on his mouth.

The stick in the other hand also hit the man, and the dog-beating stick technique was not yet completed.

"Ah-ah--"

Brother Huang was beaten so hard that he barked like a dog, learned to crawl like a dog, and practiced multiple skills such as dog rolling.

Seeing this, Cheng Yunxiao was relieved, and selected two more bamboo sticks from the bamboo sticks in his hand and handed them to Liu Sanchuan: "Brother, I also picked up your bamboo sticks for you, take them."

"Thank you brother for picking them up."

Liu Sanchuan kicked the two men, and quickly came over to take the two bamboo sticks with many branches. With weapons, the situation changed instantly, and it became a one-sided situation. He swung the bamboo sticks at the two gangsters with great vigor.

"Look how I'll deal with you."

The two hooligans were beaten and dodged everywhere, screaming.

To vent one's anger, the person involved should do it himself. After Cheng Yunxiao handed over the stick, he was very sensible and handed the field to the brother and sister. He only needed to hit the opponent at the critical moment, do some small things, and disturb the opponent.

Then, Cheng Yunxiao moved the bench to the side, sat there leisurely holding a small bamboo stick and shaking it. When someone came to hit him, the bamboo stick would swing on the person, hitting him once and then hitting him again. He was not idle at all, and he did not favor anyone. He started working with both hands at the same time, taking care of the three hooligans, and peeling melon seeds before the person came to him.

The three hooligans rolled up the mud and dust on the ground where the fight took place, and the air was filled with mist and miserable cries.

Cheng Yunxiao's leisurely look made the onlookers think that he was just watching from a close distance, and they didn't see him making a final move. Da

Niu, who was standing closest, saw it, and felt guilty for not helping his good brother. He was in great pain, and when he saw Cheng Yunxiao doing this, the burning fire of guilt in his heart immediately turned into a fire of learning, and he learned it immediately. He took the bark whip that his younger brother had tied to the spinning top, quietly moved over and sat next to Cheng Yunxiao, imitating him and swinging the whip in his hand.

Cheng Yunxiao looked at him in surprise, then smiled and taught him the secret:

"Brother, spin with a slightly larger amplitude and be bolder. They want to come to us on their own and we have to understand and learn to be helpful. Why don't you bring another spinning top? We can play with the spinning top on the side?" "

What Cheng Zhiqing said makes a lot of sense." Da Niu was excited by what he said. He turned around and ran quickly to his brother and snatched the spinning top from his hand and the whip from his little friend. He returned to Cheng Yunxiao again and handed the other whip to Cheng Yunxiao: "Brother, this whip is for you, let's play together."

Cheng Yunxiao took the whip: "Okay, I haven't played with spinning tops for a long time, so I may be a little rusty. I need to practice."

"It's okay, I'm a little rusty too. Let's practice here." Da Niu continued.

The two of them were spinning the top and whipping it as if no one was around.

"Ah——" Brother Huang was hit hard by the whip.

"Oh, look at my hands. I told you I'm not good at it. Sorry, I whipped you." Cheng Yunxiao smiled apologetically at him again, moved his position and continued to whip it, to set an example for Daniu and others behind him. Daniu

was diligent and eager to learn, and he learned it the next moment. He aimed at the white-haired man who wanted to snatch the bamboo stick from his brother and whipped the top over.

The crowd watching was stunned. Is it possible to play like this? Many people were eager to try. They just wanted to play with the top, not to hit anyone.

Ergou snatched the whip from his cousin and ran in excitedly: "Daniu, I want to play too."

"Me too."

"And me, I want to play with the spinning top too."

Many young people rushed in excitedly, and some people were making whips for the spinning tops and passing them to others.

Liu Xinghe gave Cheng Yunxiao a thumbs up in the gap between beatings.

There were too many people rushing over now, and the three hooligans who were originally used as punching bags by Liu Xinghe and his sister could no longer hold on. Their mouths finally softened and they begged for mercy again and again. The arrogance and cursing before were no longer there.

Xinghe had almost finished playing, so she picked up the stick and hit the man's butt with ten consecutive sticks, letting him know that there is a price to pay for sitting on the butt.

After the fight, Liu Xinghe kicked him away: "Get lost! If you are not convinced, come on, I'll wait."

Liu Sanchuan also kicked the other two lackeys lying on the ground twice: "Get as far away as you can, don't let me see you again in our slacking team, I'll beat you up every time I see you."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand."

White Hair and Skinny responded humbly. They were temporarily scared by the beating, and they climbed up from the ground while enduring the pain all over their bodies. The two of them helped Huang Ge, who was lying on the ground and unable to move, up, and the three of them fled in panic. They didn't

even want to watch the movie. It was important to escape from the slacking team. If they stopped, they were afraid that their lives would be in danger. They didn't know what kind of beating they would be in.

After leaving the slacking team, White Hair and Skinny's legs went limp, and they lay on the ground, looking at Huang Ge, who was the most seriously injured in the middle. He shouted worriedly, "Brother Huang, what should we do?"

Brother Huang's eyes were filled with hatred, and he looked at the slacking team behind him sinisterly, "I will definitely not let that stinky girl go. Let's go and ask my brother-in-law to deal with her brother and sister, and let her have a taste of my power."

"Brother Huang, let's forget about it. I think these two siblings are not easy to mess with. They beat people so hard, and they are not afraid of the Revolutionary Committee. Maybe they have some backers behind them. We can't act rashly like we did today. Don't offend the iron plate." The thin man was afraid and advised. "

What's the use of forgetting? Brother Huang is afraid of them. Brother-in-law will deal with them in a minute." White Hair was not convinced and was still angry.

"Do I need you to talk too much?" Brother Huang slapped the thin man's mouth and slapped the white hair's mouth again. He was angry that he had been slapped in the mouth: "Do I need you to speak for me? I haven't even opened my mouth yet. What are you two talking about? Don't I know? You are talking too much."

The two people didn't dare to say a word after being beaten, and listened to him honestly.

"With my brother-in-law here, we have nothing to fear, but we can't act rashly. It's not too late to go back and investigate before we take action. Let's see who has the most powerful backer. I don't believe it. Let's go."

"Yes."

Baimao covered the place where he was hit, lowered his head and responded aggrievedly, with a flash of hatred in his eyes. When he raised his head again, there was only flattery in his eyes.

"Brother Huang, go slowly, I'll help you."

"It hurts so much, ouch~" Brother Huang rushed towards the two people, transferring all his weight to the two little followers, making the two who were already unable to bear the heavy burden almost suffocate.

The three little gangsters came happily and left miserably. There was no good place on their bodies. They walked worse than the crabs that drank fake wine, stumbling from east to west.