In the entire third floor, there is only one ring, and it is easy to find a position, but there are too many hesitants to see the picture of the ring at all.

In desperation, Qin Tong chose the method of most people, using his vitality to soar directly into the air, taking the opportunity of that moment to get a glimpse of the picture of the ring.

At the moment of vacancy, Qin Tong finally saw the figure in the ring, just a glance, but Qin Tong felt frozen there, and his face was full of shock.

That person is Chu Lan, but it is completely different from the Chu Lan she knows!

At this moment, he was sitting lazily on the ground, holding the black iron rod in his arms, holding a wine jar in his hand, one sip after another, and next to it, there were five or six empty wine jars!

This...... This seems to be the special elixir wine made by Baixianglou...... In this thing, drinking an altar, even if it is dispelled with vitality, it will take a long time, Chu Lan, he has actually drunk so many altars!

This guy doesn't want to win......?! No way......

Because, at this moment, Chu Lan looks lazy and indisputable, but there is no trace of joke on his face, he is extremely serious, and his whole body exudes a murderous aura, as if once someone approaches, the black iron rod that stands up to the sky will slash at the other party's head!

is still so bohemian, but he is extremely serious, is this still Chu Lan?!

Soon, one after another elder chiefs came, Xiong Hao was also inside, and the most eye-catching thing was, of course, the handsome young man in a purple robe, who was the first chief of the entire Burning Heaven Pavilion, Mo Lingyue!

In his arms, he was still holding the delicate girl, the eyes of the girl and Qin Tong only looked at each other for a moment, and the two of them had a tense momentum, this should be the seventh chief.

Soon, another protagonist, the eighth chief, also came here, and everyone made way for him and slowly walked into the ring.

I saw that his gaze was coldly locked on Chu Lan, "Chu Shengzi, I don't know where to provoke Chu Shengzi, why did you choose me?"

Chu Lan didn't speak, and sniffed in the air, "Gotcha...... It's really not a good bird...... I don't feel guilty now......"

I saw him look at it with disdain on his face, and for a moment, his eyes also communicated with Mo Lingyue, "Chu Shengzi, do you know that I am ......?"

Burst!

Before he finished speaking, Chu Lan blushed, stood up drunkenly, and stabbed his dantian with a stick.

The audience suddenly fell silent, everyone was dumbfounded, and the chief also looked at Chu Lan dumbfounded: "You...... You...... Despicable ......"

"Bibi crooked...... Isn't the rule of the fighting tower that you fight when you go on stage......" Chu Lan smiled casually and burped.

As he spoke, Chu Lan directly stabbed it with a stick......

The chief didn't know how to rub on the ground for a long time before stopping, and Chu Lan was like a drunken man, clubbing the stick on the ground, and the whole person leaned on it like a falling apart......

Chu Lan laughed twice, and muttered casually: "You don't even know your name (don't)...... Still playing with yarn?"

"You...... You dead drunkard!

The chief roared angrily, and pulled out a long sword directly from the Qiankun bag and slashed at it.

Chu Lan was still smiling, without the slightest feeling of wanting to fight back, holding the black iron rod, a devilish twist, and directly dodged the opponent's fierce attack.

"Dodge, I'll cut again!"

With another sword, Chu Lan twisted so naturally and dodged the attack again.

A sword, a twist, another sword, another twist......

In this way, the two of them didn't know how long it lasted, Chu Lan's black iron rod didn't move at all, and the whole person twisted around like a pole dance again, seemingly out of order, but accurately dodged every attack.

"What the hell are you going to do?

"It's so simple that you can't like it, it's an actor, right?"

"I seriously doubt how this guy got to be the chief!"

......

The familiar operation of the melon-eating masses sounded again, and the buddy was so angry that he almost didn't come up: You bastards, you can do it yourself!

Chu Lan was still like a drunkard, and he took the opportunity to lift the wine jug that he hadn't finished drinking just now, and poured it again.

The chief was so angry that he wanted to sneak attack, but he didn't expect it...... Actually...... Dodged again!

At this time, in the high seat, an old man stroked his beard, smiled with interest, and looked at Li Zhennan, "Seventh Elder, did you teach him this wonderful way of fighting?"

"Sect Master, I didn't teach him this strange move, and ...... It's not like a meta-technique or anything, but it's like a simple physical attack. ”

The second elder also frowned when he saw his former disciple being brushed around like a clown, "It's really strange that there is no regular footwork to speak of. ”

"This ...... Could it be ...... Gu Wu?"

The words of the Nine Elders immediately woke up many Elders.

The Great Elder pondered carefully, Chu Lan's strange fighting style, and the wine jugs all over the ground, "This should be what I saw in the classics, a kind of boxing method in the ancient era, called drunken boxing." ”

The sect master nodded slightly, "It is said that there is no vitality between heaven and earth in the ancient era, but there are still many masters, with this kind of physical martial arts, they have allowed themselves to reach the strength of the spirit realm, and even the body quenching realm." ”

Elder Li gradually understood Chu Lan's thoughts, and said with some pride: "This kind of martial arts, the strong are chicken, and the disciples are difficult to figure out, so he chose this style of play today, it should be to hide his strength!"

In the ring, the chief had been overwhelmed, and now Chu Lan directly abandoned his black iron rod and fought with him with a wine jug.

Obviously, the chief heard the conversation between several elders and the sect master, and looked at Chu Lan with a shocked face, "This kind of ancient martial arts, many disciples have studied it, and even some disciples can't use it if they drink themselves, why can!"

"The shape is not drunk, and the fist is not drunk. ”

Chu Lan staggered, shaking his fingers and making a smack, "You people, born in this era full of heaven and earth vitality, how can you understand the essence of ancient martial arts? ”

The chief was so angry that he greeted all the eighteen generations of Chu Lan's ancestors in his stomach, and said with an angry face: "You have the ability to beat me!

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Sure!"

Chu Lan shook his head helplessly, "Since you begged me to beat you, there is no way......

Looking at the evil smile on Chu Lan's face, I don't know why, everyone felt a chill behind them inexplicably......