"Brother Yue, why is this Nie Yuan so forbidden to fight? The wine master is a god-level master, a drunken boxing master in boxing, it's okay for him to beat Nie Yuan like this?" Seeing that Nie Yuan was beaten by the drunkard for a long time, he was fine, not only was he fine, but he was able to knock the drunkard out with one punch, and under the ring, the eyes of Wang Yue's subordinates showed shock.

Wang Yue didn't speak, just watched the ring quietly.

If Nie Yuan was defeated by the drunkards so easily, then Nie Yuan would not be worthy of being called the top master among the god-level middle masters. They are playing against the strongest team of the young generation in China.

"Are you alright?" the drunkard got up from the ground and staggered under his feet. Seeing that Nie Yuan was fine. He was also a little surprised.

"Looks like I haven't drunk enough alcohol. ”

The drunkard crooked his mouth and smiled, picked up the wine gourd on his body and continued to pour it violently.

"Come, let's continue!"

After dozens of seconds, the drinker put down the wine gourd and wiped the wine from his face vigorously. The man let out a loud roar and threw the wine gourd towards Nie Yuan.

Nie Yuan's face turned pale, and he gently dodged his body to one side.

The drunkard smiled, quickly retracted the gourd, and then rushed at him again.

"Drunkard!"

When the drunkard threw the gourd at him again, his face turned pale, and he suddenly punched the gourd thrown by the drunkard. Bang. He directly smashed the wine gourd thrown by the drunkard, and the wine in the wine gourd suddenly fell all over the ground.

"Nie Yuan, how dare you break my wine gourd!?" The drunkard's face was flushed, and he immediately showed anger on his face, and stumbled towards Nie Yuan.

After the drunkard rushed in front of Nie Yuan, he pinched his hand in the form of a quilt and punched him in the face. Nie Yuan didn't dodge either. Let the drunkard punch him in the face.

With a snap, after the drunkard hit Nie Yuan's face, Nie Yuan's face was swollen, but he didn't have any expression on his face.

The drunkard was taken aback, turned around, and punched Nie Yuan in the face again.

Nie Yuan still didn't react.

"Five-flowered horses, daughter-in-law, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!" The drunkard read aloud a sentence that he would enter the wine, pinched his hands in the shape of a cup, and kept hitting Nie Yuan's chest.

With more than a dozen punches in a row, he punched harder than the other, but Nie Yuan still didn't move.

Suddenly, Nie Yuan grabbed the drunkard's right hand.

"Alcoholic, you have drunk too much, and it is not good to drink, I should help you quit drinking. ”

Grabbing the drinker's cup-shaped right hand, Nie Yuan's wrist flipped over. With a click, the drunkard's fingers suddenly made a crisp sound.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the drunkard suddenly let out a roar of pain.

Nie Yuan looked at him coldly, slammed his left palm on the drunkard's chest, knocked the drunkard back gently, and kicked the drunkard out fiercely.

Even if the drunkard had already drunk too much, and his strength had risen sharply when he drank too much, he was just a top master among the inferior masters of the god level. And Nie Yuan is a god-level middle master, the top master among the god-level middle masters, and he can be compared to a god-level master. The strength of the two of them is equivalent to a junior high school student and a high school student, no matter how powerful this junior high school student is, his strength is always limited. Can you beat Nie Yuan, a high school student?

Nie Yuan sneered.

He walked up to the drunkard step by step, saw the drunkard get up from the ground, and let the drunkard punch him in the face, and he punched the drunkard in the face with his backhand, and knocked the drunkard to the ground.

The drunkard beat him very much, and he just endured it.

Seeing that the drunkard was about to get up on the ground, he stomped on the drunkard's calf.

With a click, the drunkard's calf made a crisp sound, and the drunkard suddenly felt a crack in his calf, and he couldn't help but let out a loud roar in pain.

"Drunkards. Nie Yuan sneered and kicked the drunkard out.

"My leg!" after the drunkard was sent out, he was so painful that sweat continued to flow down his forehead, and he almost cried when he clutched his calf. He wanted to drink to relieve the pain, and he reached his hand to his waist, only to find that his wine gourd was gone.

At this time, Nie Yuan walked up to him, picked him up from the ground, and hit him the chin with an uppercut, knocking him out on his back.

With a pop, the drunkard fell to the ground.

Seeing the drunkard's sweaty face and painful expression, Nie Yuan condensed his true qi in his palm, released his true qi outward, and used a violent wind palm technique, and a huge blue whirlwind struck at the drunkard.

Hit by the true qi of the Fierce Wind Palm Technique, the drunkard immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was slammed out by the blue whirlwind.

"Wind Palm Technique, Ninefold!" Nie Yuan's eyes bloomed with blue light, and his right palm gradually turned blue.

"Drunkard, do you think I'm a wreck without a knife? I'm not just a master of swordsmanship, I'm also a master of palming. Nie Yuan suddenly slammed his palm at the drunkard.

Suddenly a strong wind rose in the ring, and a huge tornado struck the drunkard. The drunkard's face changed, and he quickly condensed the true qi of his whole body, his palm turned red, and a red true qi was shot out from the palm of his palm, and that true qi quickly turned into a huge fire dragon and slammed into the tornado.

With a bang, the arena exploded. When the true qi in the ring was exhausted, Nie Yuan was still standing, but the drunkard was beaten and flew out, constantly spitting blood from his mouth, and the whole person was covered in bruises.

The strongest thing for a god-level master is still true qi, even if he uses his whole body true qi to resist, he still can't stop Nie Yuan's violent wind true qi, this palm, he was seriously injured by Nie Yuan.

In an instant, he was completely drunk, and his whole body went limp. I can't exert any strength anymore.

"Drunkard, is your true anger gone? But I still have it, I still have a lot of it. Nie Yuan looked at him coldly.

The drunkard's eyes were sober, and he looked at him with a solemn face and did not speak.

In this match, it looked like he was going to lose.

"The Tempest True Qi is the ninth. Seeing that the drunkard didn't speak, Nie Yuan once again condensed his true qi on his right hand.

"Drunkard!" Wang Yue stood under the ring and spoke.

Standing under the stage, he had already sensed Nie Yuan's powerful true qi. If the drunkard is struck by him again, the drunkard must be seriously injured even if he does not die, and he may be in danger of losing his martial arts.

"Alcoholics, don't hold on. Wang Yue said.

In the battle between the drunkard and Nie Yuan just now, he was able to injure Nie Yuan, and he had already used all his strength. This was his peak state, but he still couldn't defeat Nie Yuan, even if he fought again, he couldn't beat Nie Yuan.

He is not Nie Yuan's opponent, and Wang Yue hopes that the drunkard will give up this game with safety first.

Looking at Wang Yue's solemn eyes, the drunkard smiled.

Lying on the ground, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Wang Yue." Don't persuade me to admit defeat, our Wang Yue team is all heroes, how can there be cowards who admit defeat? Young Master Qian, Zhao Xi'er, and Yuwen Shenju, they are all desperate for the game, and they are seriously injured. If my drunkards admit defeat, how will you let me see them from now on?"

"Even if I'm a drunkard who dies in the ring. I'm not going to admit defeat as an alcoholic. The drunkard laughed, took a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it, and lay on the ground and took a deep breath.

"Drunkard ......" Seeing the drunkard like this, Wang Yue clenched his fists.

"Come on, Nie Yuan, keep attacking me, I'll see how much true anger you have. The drunkard lay on the ground and smiled.

"I still have a lot more. Nie Yuan sneered, and slammed his palm at the drunkard.

When Nie Yuan slammed another palm of his true qi at the drunkard, the drunkard's eyes widened, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he flew out of the ring quickly. When he landed with a pop, he again poured blood from his mouth, and he lay on the ground and coughed heavily.

Suddenly, the drunkard only felt that it was difficult to breathe, clenched his fists in pain, and sweated the size of a bean from his forehead. Nie Yuan was able to beat him to death with that palm just now, but as a god-level inferior master, his body was strong, he did not die, but he was seriously injured by Nie Yuan.

"Drunkard, do you admit defeat?" Nie Yuan asked with a cold look at him.

"Come again!" the drunkard gritted his teeth, only to feel an unstoppable pain in his chest. Then, he reluctantly looked at Nie Yuan and smiled, "I see how much true qi you still have." ”

"I still have a lot more. Nie Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay, then you keep hitting me. The drunkard poured out another mouthful of blood and lay on the ground with a puff, breathing hard.

Gradually, his eyes became calm, quietly looking at the blue sky above his head.

"The ninth level of the Wind Palm. Nie Yuan once again condensed his true qi.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Xing Tian appeared in the ring.

"Xingtian, what are you doing?" Nie Yuan frowned slightly.

"The drunkard is badly wounded, and I'm going to clock out. Xingtian looked at Nie Yuan with solemn eyes and shook his head gently.

After listening to Xingtian's words, Nie Yuan looked at the drunkard, only to see that the drunkard's eyes were calm, and he was lying quietly on the ground. Gradually, he closed his eyes.

I remember that Wang Yue and Cang Tian had a palm, even if Wang Yue used all his strength, he was still beaten by Cang Tian and vomited blood, and lay at home for three days.

The release of true qi is a killing move of a god-level master, even if the drunkard and Nie Yuan are masters of the same level, he is hit by Nie Yuan's violent wind true qi, he is either dead or injured. As for the drunkard, he had already been slapped twice by Nie Yuan. He still had one breath left, and if he was hit by Nie Yuan again, he would definitely die on the spot.

This is a contest, not a real killing, and Xingtian must intervene to stop it.

"Alcoholic, I'm going to start the timer. Xing Tian looked at the drunkard with a solemn face and said.

The drunkard didn't speak, he only heard something in the distance, and his consciousness gradually became erratic. In the midst of the illusion, he saw himself as a child.

"Orphan, orphan!" many children shouted at him, punching and kicking him.

"I'm not an orphan, I'm not an orphan!" he cried out, getting up and resisting desperately.

However, his resistance was in vain. After being severely beaten by a large group of children, when the group left, he lay on the ground and cried desperately.

"Dad, Mommy, where are you? You tell me that I am not an orphan, I am not an orphan........."

Gradually, he seemed to see a child walking towards him, and the child had a firm look in his eyes and stretched out his hand to him. "Let's go, I'll take you to the national martial arts competition. You are a martial artist, and the meaning of your life is to compete, not to be a Jiangyang thief. ”

"Really?" his body suddenly grew larger, turning into his adult self, and he looked at the child with a blank expression.

"Yes. Our strength should be used to fight for honor and benefit the people, and I believe that you are a good person. He said.

"Can I be a good person too?"

Thank you, Wang Yue, for allowing me to find the meaning of life.

Gradually, tears flowed from the drunkard's eyes.

"Ten!"

Lying quietly on the ground, the drunkard's fingers moved, and he struggled to get up.

However, he has no strength............

I still want to live, to steal the wine of the rich people............

I'd like to eat the ginseng stew again............