Hearing Xu Huasheng's sarcasm, Abin couldn't help but show a smile on his face, unscrewed the lid of the wine jug, and instantly wafted out a trace of wine, this is a specially brewed medicinal wine, which is more spicy than ordinary liquor, just getting close to smell it will make people frown tightly.

But this is what he has learned in two years, and it is also the bottom of his current pressure box, but Abin didn't expect that before he stepped out of this deep mountain, he was going to unscrew the lid of the pot, he thought, if Guo Yegun looked at such a scene, he would definitely jump to his feet and scold his mother angrily.

Thinking of this, Abin couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then said to Xu Huasheng: "Because you gave me such a chance, I will leave you with your life." ”

Xu Huasheng's expression, which was originally teasing on his face, slowly froze, and he could tell whether what Abin said was crazy or not, but on Abin's face at this moment, he couldn't see any arrogance, but was more like a person stating the facts, which made Xu Huasheng nervous.

He began to think about what kind of strange magic can be linked to wine, could it be that this young man can really get drunk? Xu Huasheng also slowly wavered, because the world is so big, who can know what kind of birds are hidden in this big forest.

Now Xu Huasheng has begun to regret it a little, and in his heart, he feels that he seems to be a little rash just now.

Suddenly, Xu Huasheng seemed to think of something, it was a killing god in Yanzi Pass, although many years had passed, Xu Huasheng still trembled and spit out three words: "Drunk three hands?"

Ah Bin listened to these three words and said with a smile: "It seems that you know a lot of things." ”

Xu Huasheng's body was trembling, and he replied: "How can I say that I have been crawling in such a river and lake in the capital for nearly thirty years, if I don't even know the drunken third hand who killed the famous Liu Scissors, then it is a bit too much." ”

Ah Bin shook the wine jug slightly, looking at Xu Huasheng, who seemed to have something in his stomach, as far as it seems now, this martial artist who is not like a martial artist is worth taking out the bottom of the box.

"It's just that Liu Scissors has already driven to the west, and he has never seen Drunken Sanshou in the capital, even his apprentices, they haven't gotten the true inheritance, I don't know who is the person who taught you Drunken Sanshou?" Xu Huasheng said with a curious face.

"I'm sorry, I can't name that. Abin remembered the agreement with the man, slowly lifted the wine jug, and then poured a few sips, this hot medicinal wine went down to his stomach, and his stomach burned into a fire.

This is the smell of black withered grass, and it is also a taste that Abin will never forget in his life, this is a more torturous thing than jumping into the frozen river in the ice and snow, and it is even a thousand times more painful, ten thousand times.

Xu Huasheng watched Abin pour a few sips of wine, but the panic in his eyes had long since disappeared, and instead it was a kind of madness, because for a martial artist, this may be something that he can't encounter in his life, even if Xu Huasheng completely loses here, he doesn't feel sad at the moment, because he has encountered everything he should have encountered.

To be able to fight with such a young man, to be able to see again the drunken third hand that has not appeared in the capital for nearly 30 years, what else could he ask for? This is the idea that the purest martial artist should have.

Ah Bin poured a few sips without interruption, which is about his current limit, drank nearly a third of the three catties of wine jugs, and then threw the wine jug to Xiao Sichuan, who was looking at him stupidly, wiped his mouth, and felt the feeling of being eroded by this spirit.

Xu Huasheng heard the shaking of the wine jug, and couldn't help but say: "Dealing with me, it's not worth drinking such a pot of wine?"

"A pound of wine is enough. Abin slapped a wine gap, and the taste in his mouth made him unbearable, but that hot feeling had spread from his stomach to his whole body, which had been tempered by black withered grass for two years, even in this cold weather, slowly became hot.

It can be clearly seen that Abin's skin has become a blood-red color, and his eyes are bloodshot, which makes people look particularly terrifying.

Xu Huasheng looked at such a scene with a magical expression, because this was also the first time he had seen a real drunk third hand. He has heard a lot of gossip about drunken three hands, and the medicinal wine that Abin drank is soaked in the roots of a kind called black withered grass, and this mysterious black withered grass is a mysterious herb that only grows in the severe cold, but it was extinct many years ago, according to legend, only the Liu family has cherished black withered grass seeds, but since Liu Scissors died, the only remaining black withered grass seeds are also missing.

As for this forgotten Chinese medicine, the reason why it will be forgotten is because black suburbia is a highly poisonous plant, just a few leaves can anesthetize a person, if you eat more will only make people fall into a coma, hallucinations, and even madness, the most serious may be killed, and the most toxic place of this black suburthen is the roots, which can be seen that the medicinal wine soaked by the roots is completely poison for ordinary people.

And this taste of all kinds of harmful herbs, but in this rivers and lakes, some people found the use value of black withered grass, thus evolving into a strange magic, that is, drunk three hands, according to legend, only the body is soaked in black withered grass all the year round, can adapt to the violent medicinal effect, drink the medicinal wine soaked by the roots, so as to stimulate all the potential of the body, so that people fall into a state of madness, and even, it is rumored that the person who drank three catties of medicinal wine, even if the head is cut off, can still live for an hour.

Although it is rumored to be mixed with a lot of water, forty years ago, Liu Scissors drank three catties of wine, broke through the Yanzi Pass, and slaughtered almost one-third of the masters in the entire capital, because this is almost a well-known thing in the entire Jingcheng Jianghu circle.

Xu Huasheng never dreamed that in such a deserted place, he would be able to see this legendary drunken third hand again, and it seems to be a true legend, because Liu Scissors' entire body was red like blood.

This river and lake, there will never be a shortage of myths, and there will never be a shortage of legends, most people think that these are some ridiculous stories of the rivers and lakes, but Xu Huasheng understands very well that rumors do not arise for no reason, and myths are not fabricated out of thin air, even if there is no such thing for no reason in such a world, let alone such an incomparably complex human heart.

"Then let me see and see, this one who once shocked the entire rivers and lakes, drunk three hands. Xu Huasheng slowly put away the thousands of emotions in his heart, he looked at Ah Bin, who was covered in blood red, and his fighting spirit was completely stimulated, perhaps only this kind of battle can be regarded as truly hearty.

And Ah Bin, just stood motionless, only feeling the churning flames on his body, he remembered the feeling of being thrown into the big porcelain jar by Guo Ye's gun without mercy, it was the first time he soaked in the water mixed with black withered grass, and only one bone was left in his body as if it was burned, and he thought he was dead countless times, but he came back to life again and again, and then the same torture.

He didn't want to experience that feeling a second time, but in the past two years, he had experienced it sixty-four times, and these sixty-four cycles of life and death made his body feel like a recast, indestructible, so that he could endure this poison-like black withergrass wine.

The pain of the injury caused to him by Xu Huasheng just now was dispelled, and Abin once again regained control of this stiff body, although he felt that his skin was burning, but his fists clenched violently in the next moment, and a steady stream of power poured out, although he was numb at the moment.

"Hell yes. Stick'er looked at Abin, whose body moved freely again, as if looking at ghosts and gods, because he went up the mountain all the year round and was born in such a feudal environment, so Stick'er was born to envelop this thing, and at this moment, Abin, who was like a burner, echoed all the yearning for gods in his heart.

Powerful as well as terrifying.

The one-eyed village chief just looked at Ah Bin, and his heart also beat a drum, he still has a little doubt, whether this Ah Bin is a human being, will it really be a ghost in the mountains, thinking of this, the one-eyed village chief felt a chill in his back.

There was a "stab" sound, which was the sound of the snow boots under Abin's feet rubbing against the ground.

Xu Huasheng's expression immediately became solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

And Abin, who had just been seriously injured, was as fast as he was at his peak, or faster, and disappeared directly in place, stepping in front of Xu Huasheng in three steps, Xu Huasheng, who had already been prepared, was about to punch and block, and Abin disappeared in a flash.

With ghostly steps under his feet, Xu Huasheng only felt that a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Abin had already appeared on his side, and his fist had already fallen with the sound of breaking wind.

By the time Xu Huasheng noticed it, it was already too late, and he could only make a defensive gesture in embarrassment, and this punch grazed Xu Huasheng's arm and landed heavily on Xu Huasheng's shoulder.

The powerful impact force made Xu Huasheng, who had pulled away from the step, directly take a few steps back, but before he could fully control the center, that shadow had already flashed in front of his eyes.

It was still that punch that had no charge, but it could bring out a wind-breaking sound that made people palpitate, like a cannonball falling on Xu Huasheng's chest, and then exploded in an instant.

After a gust of wind and dust, only the blood-red skin* was gasping for breath in place, looking like a killing god.

Xu Huasheng lay down with his head down, looking up at the sky, he only felt that something seemed to have opened a hole in his chest, so heavy that he didn't know how to breathe.

At this moment, he had given up struggling, and he didn't even choose to stand up, because he knew that even if he stood up again, it would be the same as now.