Batu, who was like Roshan, put down the wine glass, took off his long clothes, and faced Ling Xingyue, at this time, the wine that Ling Xingyue drank was really raised, and he only felt that he was hot, and his brain was not very clear, the Batu Jiri in front of him was always swaying, and the wine around his body was like an uncontrolled aura, scurrying around his body, this feeling was very familiar, when he first started to cultivate aura, he also had this uncontrollable feeling, his mind moved, Ling Xingyue used his own aura to lead the wine and began to run on SundayAfter a few cycles, I felt that the aura and the wine seemed to be one, and the strength of the whole body seemed to be about to break out.

Ling Xingyue didn't expect this, this wine qi can increase cultivation in a short period of time, especially strength, in this way, the previous self has lost a lot of opportunities to increase cultivation in vain, but this may also be caused by many factors, his own spiritual power did not have this effect before, it seems that the drunken fist in the ancient method is cultivated by the power of wine. There was a way out of the smell of alcohol, and his brain cleared up, but the heat around his body was more pervasive, and Batu Jiri on the opposite side was a little aware of it.

Batu Jiri took the old fox's life, in fact, he had been thinking about how to put Ling Xingyue down gently, even if he completed the task, it was not that he had bullied the drunk person and ruined his reputation. On the prairie, blogging is a noble name, bullying the weak, falling drunk, it is simply a shame. But in the process of confrontation, Batu Jiri felt wrong, although the person in front of him was still swaying, but the breath around him suddenly changed, in a trance, Batu felt as if he was confronting a mountain lion, a huge mountain lion, which made Batu unconsciously a little afraid.

But after all, Batu Jiri has been blogging for many years, and immediately collected his mind, regarded Ling Xingyue as a rare enemy, and raised the spirit of twelve, attacked first, and grabbed Ling Xingyue's arm, and pulled it to his side and back, Ling Xingyue used his feet hard, his waist and horse were one, and he also took Batu, and the two of them started the first wrestling,

Batu pulled with all his strength, but found that Ling Xingyue's strength was far beyond his imagination, and in a wrestle, he didn't pull it, on the contrary, he was dominated by Ling Xingyue, and his own footsteps moved first, and many years of blog wrestling made Batu Jiri react very quickly, his body was slightly noticed, and the wrestling force was weak, and he had already stepped up and sold it out, and as soon as he put his body down, he followed the power of Ling Xingyue's pulling, and followed up, and a foot had been inserted into Ling Xingyue's back, and with Ling Xingyue's own strength, a back fell over the shoulder, I used it.

Ling Xingyue never thought that such a simple-looking man would react so quickly, and his judgment was so accurate, with a slight temptation, he could feel that his strength did not have the upper hand, and instead used his dexterity to fight with strength, if he was tough with him again, there was a chance that he would fall down this time.

As soon as they met, the two wrestlers were secretly taken aback, one was surprised that a person who looked thin and long, in Chinese, what kind of tree and what kind of wind, actually had such great strength, and the other was surprised by a guy who looked like Roshan, his brain was not slow at all, and he grasped the opportunity to change, which was really right.

However, although they were all taken aback, the two of them did not hesitate at all. Batu Jiri took the lead, did not spare his hand, and planned to insert Ling Xingyue in the soil with an over-the-shoulder fall, although this is soft soil will not kill him, but it is also gray and dirty, and it is ugly.

Ling Xingyue also knew that now he was standing up and being tough, he could only be fallen, the other party came with his own strength, and now he was going to die in the opposite direction, it was too late, Ling Xingyue then exerted his strength with both feet, and followed Batu's force, only to see Batu fall over the shoulder, and Ling Xingyue fell into the air, in the air, Ling Xingyue stretched out and did a somersault, and his feet stepped on the ground steadily.

Batu Jiri was very surprised, just now this move stepped over the shoulder and fell, he was able to throw Ling Xingyue on the ground nine times out of ten, but he didn't expect that at the last moment, Ling Xingyue pulled away, and did a somersault lightly, but he didn't fall at all. I have been wrestling for so many years, and I have never seen such a fight, saying that he has no strength, and he can't take the strength he exerts, saying that he has strength, and feeling that he is light, and he can't use his strength to fall.

The two of them each played the spirit of twelve points, this is going to fight again, at this time I listened to the applause outside the field, the old fox Dorenziger took the lead in applauding, "Okay, they are all heroes" You know, on the grassland, if you can drink wine and fall the horns, you will be regarded as a hero, not to mention that this prince can drink down the prairie wine god, and can be equal to the prairie wrestling king, in the eyes of the prairie man, this is a hero, if it is not for the different positions, how many people are willing to treat this prince as a brother.

Ling Xingyue didn't know that he just drank a drink and fell a wrestling, but he was really accepted by the grassland men, a person who can drink and wrestle, needless to say, is also a good person, this is a simple grassland law.

Since Dorunzig, the men in the tent have all come to toast Ling Xingyue, this time not to drink who to drink and compete for the amount of wine, but to really toast and entertain guests from afar, brothers. Around a bonfire, everyone sat on the ground, half-understood Chinese dialect, interspersed back and forth, all of them drank happily, only sitting alone in the high Dorunziger, twisting his beard, not knowing what he was thinking.

A wine, until the second half of the night, the guests and hosts dispersed, Ling Xingyue's amount of wine this time has become a myth of the grassland, it is really bottomless, only Ling Xingyue himself knows, most of the wine has become wine, in a short period of time to enhance their strength, drink to the end, the wine and their own aura have been integrated, can not be separated. It's just a pity that these wines can't be retained for a long time, and after a day, as soon as the wine is gone, they will naturally go back.

Ling Xingyue returned to her tent, although her body was lying down, but her spirit was always jumping out because of the stimulation of wine, thinking of Lan Keman for a while, thinking of the bamboo bush for a while, and then running to her previous life, like a movie-like picture jumping out, sometimes she couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she simply calmly defended her thoughts and looked at the pictures that appeared in her mind. Finally, I fell asleep.