"Ah!!!!h

The drunkard looks bold and fierce. He quickly withdrew the wine gourd wrapped around Nie Yuan's body, raised the wine gourd high, and poured it violently into his mouth.

Then, he pinned the gourd to his body, his face flushed, and smashed it his chest with a pair of fists. His muscles became congested with the thump of his fist, and he became stronger than before.

"Nie Yuan, you have to be careful, after the drunkard gets drunk. His strength has skyrocketed a lot compared to before, he is like the Yuwen Divine Move after casting the true qi of Shura, Zhao Xi'er who turned into a golden body, and Young Master Qian after being angry, his potential is very high, no less than Yuwen Divine Move, Young Master Qian and Zhao Xi'er. Under the ring, Xie Xiaofei immediately said to Nie Yuan.

"I know. Nie Yuan quickly got up from the ground.

When Nie Yuan and Xie Xiaofei were talking, the drunkard had already rushed in front of Nie Yuan. Nie Yuan's eyes changed, and he immediately turned his right hand into an inch fist and struck at the drunkard's chest.

Nie Yuan's inch fist was very strong, although he didn't have a treasure knife in his hand. But he is still a martial arts master, and with the blow of his god-level middle master, even a stone wall can be pierced by him.

However, when Nie Yuan punched the drunkard in the chest, the drunkard didn't react at all.

"The drunkard's nerves have been paralyzed. He didn't know ......... pain" Nie Yuan looked at the drunkard with an ugly face.

"Enjoyable!" the drunkard had been beaten to the point of bleeding from his mouth, but he felt no pain. On the contrary, it felt like the punch was not heavy, a bit like tickling.

With a loud laugh, the drunkard immediately slapped Nie Yuan's temples with both hands.

The temples are also the weak point of the martial artist's body, and when he was slapped by the drunkard, Nie Yuan only felt a flower in front of him, and his head suddenly buzzed.

Zhizhang rode a horse like a boat, and fell asleep at the bottom of the well. ”

The drunkard laughed loudly, and a pair of fists quickly slammed into Nie Yuan's chest. After more than a dozen punches in a row, the drunkard lay on the ground and kicked Nie Yuan's calf hard.

With a pop, Nie Yuan fell to the ground hard.

"Zuo Xiangxing spends thousands of dollars, drinking like a long whale sucking hundreds of rivers. ”

The drunkard rolled on the ground again, and grabbed Nie Yuanwu's chest and belt with a handful. Nie Yuan resisted, and he ignored a punch in his face, he was covered in sweat, and his explosive muscles glistened in the sun, and he grabbed Nie Yuan's body with one hand. Then he quickly stood up, lifted Nie Yuan high, and threw him to the ground.

"Ahh

"Zong Zhi is a chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes. The drunkard shook his hand in the shape of a cup, and the man shook his body as if he were drunk, and took a big sip of the wine gourd from his body.

Then, he kicked Nie Yuan hard in the ass with his foot. Nie Yuan was kicked by him and immediately stood up from the ground. The drunkard rolled his eyes, like a proud teenager. kicked Nie Yuan three more times in the ass, one kick was heavier than the other, and the third kick kicked Nie Yuan out hard.

"Before Su Jin Changzhai embroidered Buddha, he often loved to escape Zen when he was drunk. The drunkard staggered towards Nie Yuan, fell his body, and smashed his elbow into Nie Yuan's body.

Nie Yuan had already been injured, but not badly, and he was still able to resist. Seeing the drunkard elbow at him, he quickly rolled to the side.

With a bang, the ground of the ring was suddenly smashed into a small pit by the drunkard's elbow. Seeing that Nie Yuan had dodged, the drunkard's body wriggled on the ground like a snake, jumped slightly, and smashed Nie Yuan with his elbow, and Nie Yuan quickly rolled on the ground again. Seeing Nie Yuan dodge again, the drunkard smashed again. Nie Yuan rolled seven or eight times in a row before he was finally hit by the drunkard, and let out a muffled snort from his mouth. The drunkard pressed Nie Yuan's body again, kicking him to the ground of the ring and sliding out with one kick.

"Li Bai wrote a hundred poems, and slept in a restaurant in Chang'an City. ”

When Nie Yuan slid out on the ground, the drunkard kept rolling on the ground, quickly rolling to Nie Yuan's side, with a wicked smile on his face, and winked at Nie Yuan mischievously.

The drunkard had already drunk too much, and when he saw the drunkard's appearance, Nie Yuan was furious. He only felt that the drunkard's fist skills were unbridled when he was drunk. People are not afraid of pain, and it is difficult to live a difficult life.

"You brute!" he punched the drunkard in the face.

With a snap, the drunkard was punched hard by him and got a nosebleed.

The drunkard didn't know the pain, and he still laughed badly after being beaten. Picking up the wine gourd from his body, he poured a large sip of white wine into his mouth. Then, he smiled and said to Nie Yuan, "Nie Yuan, you are too violent. ”

Then he picked up the gourd and poured it into his mouth.

"Get out!" When has Nie Yuan been beaten like this since he was a child? He hated it to death in his heart, and punched the drunkard in the face again.

However, when he punched the drunkard, the drunkard suddenly spat out the liquor in his mouth. The white wine was spicy, and Nie Yuan suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, and immediately wiped his eyes vigorously with both hands.

The drunkard smiled and got up from the ground and rode on top of him. poured the liquor from the wine gourd into Nie Yuan's mouth, "Little Nie Yuan, the wine master invites you to drink!"

"Get out, get out, get out!" Nie Yuan only felt the spicy liquor in his mouth, flowing out of his throat and stomach like a knife scraping. He wiped his eyes vigorously as he closed his eyes and shook his head to dodge.

"Please don't drink alcohol, I don't know what to do. The drunkard poured his true qi into the wine gourd in his hand, and waved the wine gourd fiercely in Nie Yuan's face.

"Ahh

"I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do. The drunkard laughed twice, and after flipping off Nie Yuan's body, he smashed the wine gourd in his hand into his face again, and then kicked him out.

Zhang Xu had three cups of grass sage, took off his hat in front of the prince on the roof, and waved the paper like a cloud of smoke. The drunkard staggered again and caught up with Nie Yuan. With a slight leap of his body, he smashed his head into Nie Yuan's chest.

Nie Yuan had already wiped the liquor from his eyes, and vaguely saw the drunkard hit his chest with his head, and he kicked the drunkard on the head hard.

"Ouch!" the drunkard felt a blow in his neck, and the man immediately flew out.

"Brute. Nie Yuan was furious. He stood up from the ground.

Soon, his face changed.

I only felt that the drunkard kept rubbing his head with his hands, and suddenly plunged a pair of hands into the ground of the ring, and immediately dug out a boulder from the ring and threw it at him.

I only saw a black shadow flying towards him, and Nie Yuan quickly dodged. Before he could dodge a boulder, he saw the drunkard dig up another boulder from the ring and throw it at him.

I saw that the drunkard kept throwing boulders, and he kept dodging. When the drunkard threw seven or eight boulders in a row, he suddenly broke one boulder with one punch. Just as he was breaking a boulder, he saw that the drunkard had appeared in front of him. After the drunkard pinched a cup with one hand and punched him in the chest, he turned around and punched him hard in the chest. Then the body spun rapidly, spinning and constantly pushing fists against his chest. After punching him more than a dozen times in a row, he suddenly flew out with a punch.

With a pop, Nie Yuan fell to the ground heavily, and the person kept spitting blood out of his mouth.

He was badly wounded by the drunkards. A drunkard who is drunk is too strong.

Jiao Sui Wudou Fang Zhuoran, talking eloquently and shockingly. ”

The drunkard suddenly dug out another boulder on the ground and smashed it on Nie Yuan's body. Then he dug again, and kept digging out boulders and smashing them on Nie Yuan's body.

Constantly smashed by the drunkards, a lot of blood flowed from Nie Yuan's head and body, he immediately blocked the vital point with both hands, and was gradually buried by the drunkards with more than a dozen boulders.

The drunkard seemed to be very tired, and sat down on the ground with a pop, and then took the wine gourd from his body and poured it into his mouth.

Suddenly, Nie Yuan smashed the boulder with a bang and stood up from the boulder.

"Drunkard!" Nie Yuan's face turned pale, and there was a raging anger in his eyes.

"Haven't you been defeated yet? This god-level mid-level master's ability to resist attacks is really extraordinary. Looks like I need to fight again. The drunkard smiled. With a slight push on his waist, he stood up from the ground.

He staggered at Nie Yuan, and the drunkard suddenly raised his head and thought about something.

"I just drank the song of the Eight Immortals, is there one less immortal?"

"Ruyang Sandou began to face the sky, and the road was salivating at the mouth of the bow, and the hatred was sealed to Jiuquan. Wang Yue said while standing under the ring.

Ten years of martial arts practice, ten years of self-cultivation. All martial artists mostly like ancient poetry. The drunkard drank the song of the eight immortals, and Wang Yue had already memorized it backwards. Some martial artists, even a generation of calligraphy masters. For example, Jincheng Qingfeng writes well with a brush.

"That's right, I can't move to Jiuquan. ”

When Nie Yuan angrily rushed towards the drunkard, the drunkard raised his right hand to the side of his body to support his head, and flew towards Nie Yuan with a snort, smashing Nie Yuan's sternum with his elbow and smashing Nie Yuan to the ground.

When he smashed Nie Yuan to the ground, he immediately grabbed Nie Yuan's shoulders with both hands, kicked Nie Yuan in the abdomen with his foot, and threw Nie Yuan out fiercely. Then he rolled on the ground again, grabbed Nie Yuan, and punched Nie Yuan in the abdomen.

Dozens of seconds later, the drunkard punched Nie Yuan's abdomen and yelled, "Nie Yuan, you lose!"

"I'm not going to lose. Nie Yuan didn't move.

"Huh?" the drunkard looked at him in surprise.

Front. I saw that Nie Yuan's face was pale, his eyes gradually emitted blue light, and his whole body exuded billowing blue true qi. With one punch, he directly knocked the drunkard out of the air.

"Growing up, I have never been beaten like this. I have never suffered such a loss. Drunkard, you're good, I'm thoroughly enraged by you. ”

With a loud roar, Nie Yuan tore the shirt of the martial arts uniform.

Under the sun, Nie Yuanwu's muscles are stronger than those of an alcoholic.

If he is a god-level inferior master, he will lose his combat effectiveness even if he is beaten like this by a drunkard.

But, he is a god-level medium master!