Chapter 343, I feel like you're insulting me!

Fang Yan didn't dare to underestimate Mo to underestimate the enemy.

No one dares to underestimate Mo and underestimate the enemy.

Even though his current name is Old Drunkard, everyone calls him Old Drunkard, and even forgets his original name.

With a spoon, you can throw a galaxy of milky ways. The Milky Way was like a silver dragon, becoming a solidified whole, rising from the vat and rushing towards Fang Yan.

It's the most brutal of charges, so brutal that it doesn't require any skill.

And because of the strong alcohol smell in the burning knife, this silver dragon is full of the domineering of the dragon and the killing intent of the knife.

Dragons are the most powerful and proud creatures in the world, and those who stand in my way die, and those who stand in my way perish. Although this is a wine dragon, although the strength of this dragon is greatly reduced compared to the real one, but for small humans, they still have the ability to destroy withering and decaying.

Rumble----

The dragon's head slammed into Fang Yan, and the small silver dragon opened its bloody mouth as if it was about to devour Fang Yan.

Sou!

The heart of Tai Chi rotates, and the realm of Tai Chi naturally unfolds.

Even Fang Yan's subconscious felt that he was in danger, and his body reacted automatically.

In the Taiji Domain, this silver dragon is clearer and more ferocious.

Fang Yan could clearly see the drops of crystal clear water droplets, these countless violent water droplets were very restless to form this water dragon, singing a passionate battle song, opening their teeth and dancing their claws to prepare for battle.

Fang Yan stretched out a finger.

That finger didn't stop the faucet, because the force of the faucet's impact would break or break his finger.

His fingers pointed at the dragon's spine in the middle of the dragon's body, and the rebound on the dragon's spine was so amazing that it almost bounced its fingers away.

Fang Yan was quite stubborn, and stubbornly stabbed a big hole in the dragon's back.

Slay the Dragon's Back!

Hit the snake and hit the seven inches, cut the dragon and cut the dragon's back.

Bang!

The silver dragon was divided into two sections, and the energy in the middle was no longer coherent, and there was no way to support the operation of the entire silver dragon, and the dragon body exploded.

The rain was falling, and Fang Yan opened his mouth to suck the splashed wine.

"Good wine. Fang Yan praised loudly. "All things are gone, only wine and poetry remain. ”

"How can you drink without a device?"

Mo lightly reached out and slapped the vat, and the half-human-high wine vat under his feet actually rose from the ground and smashed towards Fang Yan.

Fang Yan stepped on the plum blossom step and stretched forward with one hand. As the vat was about to strike, he took a step forward and slapped his right hand on the edge of the port.

A majestic atmosphere came from above the wine vat, repelling Fang Yan's guidance and control. It's not the gravity of the wine vat, it's the residual flowing energy that Mo Xiaodi slapped on it.

Fang Yan slapped the cylinder with one hand, and his body rotated rapidly.

Stepping on the plum blossom zodiac, the wine jar was also waved by him like **.

Huhuhu-----

The wind is howling and the snow is falling.

The young man in the green shirt performed his skills, and his heroic posture was chic and wanton.

After feeling that he had drained all the power of slapping the old drunkard on this wine vat, Fang Yan had already gained full control of this wine vat.

Rumble!

Fang Yan suddenly raised the jar with one hand, and the burning knife in the wine jar burst out, like a waterfall of wine.

Fang Yan opened his mouth and swallowed wildly.

The wine flew down quickly, and Fang Yan drank it quickly. No matter how fast you drink, you can't pour it as fast as you pour it in a vat. As a result, a large amount of wine was poured on Fang Yan's face, head, clothes, and neck, and his whole person became a wine man.

Call----

After taking a big sip, Fang Yan felt enjoyable, and casually threw the vat with hundreds of catties to the old drunkard.

The old drunkard took the vat and poured it up. The difference is that he pours slowly, drinks boldly, and does not even spill a drop of wine, and does not waste a bit.

The old drunkard's sip of wine was very long, very long. Fang Yan was also used to his way of drinking.

Rumble---

The old drunkard stretched out his hand and patted it, and the vat fell back to its place.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Fang Yan smiled comfortably, and the old drunkard smiled with relief.

In a hundred years of life, it is the first pleasure to have three or two confidants to accompany you to drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl.

The wild cats in the corner were scared away, the rats that stole wine were frightened, and even the snowflakes that fluttered in the wind did not dare to get close.

"From point to line, this is the evolved heart of Tai Chi?" The old drunkard didn't look at Fang Yan either, turned around and walked towards the hut. I picked up a wine gourd from a corner, poured it myself, and then sat down on the chaise longue under the eaves.

The chaise longue is made of bamboo, because of too much friction, its original color can no longer be seen, but the surface of the chair is shiny and shiny, showing an oily brilliance.

"It's okay, right?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before he didn't have the heart of Tai Chi, he looked at the mountains and mountains, and the water and the water. In front of you is a green mountain, that is a green mountain.

However, after having the heart of Tai Chi, the mountains you see are not only mountains, but also mountains, forests, rivers, and veins, craggy and strange rocks, flowers and birds, and tigers roaring and dragons.

That was the state before Fang Yanqiao's family escaped, and the old drunkard was very familiar with this.

The battle of Yijian Peak, the life-and-death battle between Fang Yan and the Oriental Sword God, the heart of Taiji changed again at the critical juncture.

If it was still a mountain, the mountains, forests and rivers he saw would have become pictographic lines, the craggy rocks were lines, and the flowers and birds were also lines. The lines are dynamic, like an electronic map, from the beginning to the end, so that Fang Yan can clearly see the process of flowers blooming.

This is the upgraded Tai Chi heart.

The Heart of Tai Chi has developed to this point, what is the next step of change, and what will its next upgrade look like?

Fang Yan is not clear!

"The heart of Tai Chi has grown, but the amount of alcohol has not grown. The old drunkard took another sip of wine and said aloud. He can now go three days without food, but not for a day without wine. The heart is trapped in a demonic obstacle, and the living state is unbearable, and it looks miserable.

"It depends on who you compare yourself to. Fang Yan said. "Naturally, there is no way to compare with you and Ye Wenrou, but compared with those people outside, I am also a victorious general in the wine field. ”

It was impossible for the old drunkard to entertain him, so he ran into the house by himself, found a four-legged stool and moved it out, put the stool next to the old drunkard, and the two sat under the eaves to drink and enjoy the snow, talking about Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart.

"You are ahead of us. The old drunkard said softly, and if he didn't quickly put the sound in his ears, it was likely to be blown away by the wind. "My Tai Chi Heart wonton is like a barren land. Not a single inch of grass grows, it withers and cracks. The openings are like sneering smiles, and apart from being able to receive ridicule and despair---- nothing can be gained. ”

"What you have experienced is something that I have not experienced, and the people who can have the Tai Chi heart that the Fang family can have are none other than you and me. I don't have any experience to give you, so you'll have to figure it out on your own----- which is tough and dangerous. I'm not worried about you at all, though. ”

"Do you think I'm talented?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I mean---- you're in luck. The old drunkard said. "After ten years of beating, I was able to realize the heart of Tai Chi. Skipping class and running away is such a shameful thing, because of the sudden escalation of Tai Chi's heart, after coming back, it has become the object of praise and praise from countless people---- saying that it is another way. It makes people blush when they sound. ”

Fang Yan smiled, no matter how the old drunkard attacked him, he felt that he was complimenting him. The relationship between the two of them is also a teacher and a friend, and there are few secrets.

"Luck is also a form of strength. Fang Yan said with a smile. "The Oriental Sword God has been defeated by me, who dares to say that my strength is not good? In the past, Ye Wenrou wanted to beat me every time he saw me, and I went directly to their Ye family today to call out----Hey, guess what? No one in the Ye family dared to come out to fight. ”

Fang Yan shook his head lightly and said, "Lonely and defeated." This swallow dock is already difficult to find opponents. ”

The old drunkard knew Fang Yan's thoughts, he deliberately said such things to stimulate himself.

Unfortunately, if such a stimulus can revive his strength, why should he be so decadent?

The heart of Tai Chi is not only based on hard practice, but also on epiphany. Ten years of standing on a pile is not as good as attaining the Tao overnight, what is said is Tai Chi.

Success is also the heart of Taiji, and defeat is also the heart of Taiji.

The old drunkard drank by himself, and he didn't think much of Fang Yan's words, and said: "You can talk to Ye Wenrou about this matter, maybe she can help you." ”

"I wanted to talk about it today, but I forgot. Fang Yan said.

"I heard that you asked her to take a walk and enjoy the snow?"

"yes. I also invited her to a hearty lunch and drank your favorite drink, the yakiniku knife. Fang Yan said with a smug face. "The two of us have now let go of our old suspicions, turned enemies into friends, and laughed at each other. ”

"Turning enemies into friends?" The old drunkard glanced at Fang Yan with drunken eyes, and said, "The hatred is gone, and the favor is still there." ”

"I understand, I understand. Fang Yan said. "I only found out about this matter when I came back this time, it turned out that the annual competition between me and Ye Wenrou was my grandfather who went to Ye's house to provoke---- what he said was too much, who did people beat you if they didn't beat you?"

"People have patiently beaten me for ten years, so I naturally have to write down the kindness of these ten institutes----"

"It's not patience. The old drunkard said. "It's to endure the nausea. It's disgusting for anyone to do the same thing for ten years-----"

"How can it be disgusting to ---- witness the rise of a genius? I think she should be filled with a sense of accomplishment. ”

"Every time you are beaten up and crying, your father yells at your mother, you get into the table, climb the chair, hug other people's calves, and ask your aunt to spare your life---- who will be full of a sense of accomplishment for conquering such an opponent?"

"I feel like you're insulting me. Fang Yan said.

"Your feelings are not wrong. The old drunkard said.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had something to ask you for next, I would definitely ----challenge you," Fang Yan said viciously.

Then, he looked at the old drunkard with a flattering face and said, "Senior brother, let me introduce an old friend to meet you?"

(PS: Thank you for the reward from Zhou Jianjian again, is the big guy's holiday over?