Liu Xuanwu's heart was full of bad feelings.

Those who learn martial arts will not be simple-minded because of their developed limbs when practicing martial arts. On the contrary, those who have practiced martial arts to the highest level, everyone is talented, and the obscure internal skills can be memorized at a glance, and everyone has the ability to never forget. Each has wisdom in his heart.

The drunkard secretly learned his basalt stick technique, and he was not worried that the drunkard would use the basalt stick technique against him. He has been learning martial arts in Wudang since he was a child, because of his impatient personality, he likes the stick method to beat a large area of domineering martial arts, a complete set of Xuanwu stick methods have long been practiced, and now he has become a god-level master. It was the drunkard who used the Xuanwu stick method against him. It's still just a close match with him.

What he was worried about was that after the drunkard secretly learned his Xuanwu Stick Technique, he kept memorizing every move of his Xuanwu Stick Technique in his heart, and looked for a way to crack his Xuanwu Stick Technique in his heart.

Seeing the drunkard's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking of something in his heart, Liu Xuanwu's eyes changed. As he thought, he was really looking for a way to crack his Xuanwu stick method in his heart.

Can't give him time to think!

Thinking of this, the long stick in Liu Xuanwu's hand swung faster. When attacking an alcoholic with a basalt stick. He continued to use the stick methods of other sects.

The drunkard can learn his basalt stick, and he can learn the drunkard's drunken stick. However, the drunkard's drunken stick is characterized by being flexible and changeable, swaying like a drunk, and the stick method is elusive. The drunkard drank a lot of wine, and sometimes he didn't even know how to make a clever stick. Even if he learns the drunkard's stick, he can't find the flaws in the drunkard's stick.

And when Liu Xuanwu continued to attack the drunkard, the drunkard was indeed already thinking about a way to crack his stick method in his heart. He had memorized all the moves of Liu Xuanwu's stick method, and every move of the Xuanwu stick method played in his mind like a slideshow.

The two of them are evenly matched. If the fight is made to the end, the two may be tied. He doesn't want a draw, he just wants to win. When he pondered Liu Xuanwu's stick technique in his head, because he was slightly distracted, he was quickly hit by Liu Xuanwu.

A god-level master's stick is enough to knock a car flying, and even a boulder can be shattered. The drunkard has trained to the realm of a god-level master, and his muscles are extremely strong. But being hit by Liu Xuanwu is still not something his flesh and blood can afford. He only felt a sharp pain in his body, as if he had been hit by a car, and he immediately flew out.

With a pop, after he landed heavily, Liu Xuanwu didn't let him go. The whole person was in the shape of a roc spreading its wings, and another stick slapped at him.

The pupils in the drunkard's eyes shrank, and he rolled to the side like a drunk, lying on the ground to avoid Liu Xuanwu's stick.

"You admit defeat!" Liu Xuanwu slammed at him again.

"I've learned your Xuanwu stick technique, how can I throw in the towel?" the drunkard laughed, rolling on the ground as quickly as a drunk.

When Liu Xuanwu provoked the drunkard, he immediately made deep stick marks on the ground. The drunkard dodged as he mentally continued to think of ways to crack his stick technique.

"The drunkard drank too much, can't he beat Liu Xuanwu?" saw the drunkard fall into the wind. There were low-level martial artists in the arena and the audience was discussing.

They didn't go to the realm of a master like an alcoholic, and they couldn't see the connotation of the drunkard's competition with Liu Xuanwu.

"The drunkard is very smart, he is looking for the flaws in Liu Xuanwu's stick method. "Sons of God, Liu Xiaofan watched the ring quietly with a pair of eyes.

"Huh. Guan Peng smiled.

Guan Peng is the son of the stick god, and his father is the god of the stick method. He knows all the sticks in the world, and he blinks his eyes. You can come up with at least 70 kinds of sticks. What if you meet an alcoholic during a jousting tournament, even if the drunkard secretly learns one of his stick techniques?

"The drunkard was thinking about a way to crack Liu Xuanwu's stick method, Liu Xuanwu didn't dare to give him time to think, he was desperately attacking the drunkard. Now is the key to who wins and who loses between the drunkard and Liu Xuanwu, if the drunkard comes up with a way to crack it first, he wins. If Liu Xuanwu defeats the drunkard before he can figure out how to crack it. It was Liu Xuanwu who won. Sitting in the rest area of the players, Wang Yue lit a cigarette and said with a frown.

"Brother Yue, the drunkard's intelligence is not inferior to you. Can he think of a way to crack it?" Hou Shaofei said nervously.

"I wish he could. Wang Yue took a deep puff of cigarette and said.

At this moment, his palms were already covered with a lot of sweat. If the drunkards can win the first game, they will be much better later. If they lose the first game, they will be a little passive later.

At this time, the drunkard was hit by Liu Xuanwu again. His strong body was snapped by Liu Xuanwu, and eight ribs were almost broken by Liu Xuanwu.

He let out a roar of pain. He no longer dared to be beaten by Liu Xuanwu at close range. Hurriedly turned up quickly on the ground, and hurriedly ran to the other side of the ring, running. He took out the wine gourd and poured it violently.

Drinking alcohol can relieve pain.

"Want to run!?" This ring is very big, enough for the drunkard to toss with Liu Xuanwu. Seeing the drunkard fleeing, Liu Xuanwu quickly chased after him. A stick slammed into his ass.

"I'm grass!" I only felt a sharp pain in my buttocks, and the drunkard's body was light, and he immediately flew out fiercely.

If he didn't think about the flaws in Liu Xuanwu's martial arts. He won't be hurt until now. But as soon as he thought about the flaws in Liu Xuanwu's martial arts, he was distracted, and the situation of the competition with Liu Xuanwu gradually fell behind.

Liu Xuanwu wanted to defeat the drunkard before he thought about his martial arts flaws, and when he saw that he was gradually losing wind because of thinking about his martial arts flaws, he took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and swung out again with a stick.

The master makes a move, and sometimes he loses when he shows a flaw. And now the drunkard is showing more and more flaws, and he has reached the verge of being defeated by Liu Xuanwu.

Liu Xuanwu's stick technique was fast and ruthless, and his speed slowed down a lot after he was injured. When Liu Xuanwu's stick came, the drunkard couldn't dodge.

Seeing Liu Xuanwu's long stick getting closer and closer, the drunkard immediately slapped his chest twice and let out a loud roar, "Henglian Thirteen Taibao!"

In an instant, the drunkard's whole person bloomed with a huge red light. The skin of the body is wrapped in red light, like red armor.

"This is my martial arts to practice iron cloth shirts, and the drunkard brother secretly learns my martial arts!" Zhao Xi'er immediately stared at her clear and good-looking eyes.

"Rub. The drunkard is really a chicken thief, and he even steals our martial arts. Young Master Qian shouted.

"It turns out that the drunkard not only likes to steal things, he also likes to steal martial arts. Hou Shaofei said.

Smack. The long stick in Liu Xuanwu's hand hit the drunkard's body, and there was a sudden fluctuation in the air, and the drunkard only felt the qi and blood in his body surge, and immediately slid out of the ground six or seven meters.

Practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt Body Protection Divine Skill to the highest level, even if the drunkard is hit, he will not feel the feeling of surging qi and blood. He is not a professional master of the outer door, and he has only learned half of the skill of practicing the iron cloth shirt. was hit by Liu Xuanwu, almost breaking his protective true qi.

One more blow, and his body's true qi will be broken.

"Where is the flaw in Liu Xuanwu's martial arts? Zhang Sanfeng's self-created Xuanwu stick method is impeccable, and there is no flaw at all! How can I break his martial arts, how can I break his martial arts? If I can't break Liu Xuanwu's martial arts again, I will be defeated!" Seeing that Li Xuanwu clenched his teeth and stared at him with a pair of round eyes, he rushed over and slashed at him with a stick, and the drunkard was anxious.

Sitting in the arena, Murong Yanran had a pair of big eyes and simple eyes.

When Liu Xuanwu and the drunkard had just fought, she had already thought of three kinds of cracking martial arts in her heart. She can't come up with three cracking martial arts, and she can use them at will.

"Drunkard, you lose!" A loud roar, the long stick in Liu Xuanwu's hand suddenly smashed into the drunkard's body.

With a bang, something seemed to shatter in the air, and the red true qi around the drunkard's body was shattered, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and flew out.

"Drunkard, you are defeated!" Liu Xuanwu waved the long stick in his hand, and five hideous huge black dragons roared out.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Wang Yue's face changed greatly, and he immediately crushed the cigarette butt in his hand and stood up. At the same time, all the members of Wang Yue's team and Wudang team also stood up, and even many people in the audience stood up.

"Brother Wine!" Under the ring, Brother Zhu's face was ugly.

"I've found a flaw!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the drunkard's heart. Seeing five hideous and ferocious dragons rushing towards him, he quickly rushed towards the five huge black dragons, spinning and shuttling between the stick qi played by Liu Xuanwu. Then, he shook the long stick in his hand and pointed it directly at Liu Xuanwu's chest.

A pitch-black long stick suddenly appeared in front of Liu Xuanwu like a fast arrow off the string.