"Who's going to make a couple of moves with the old man. ”

In just one sentence, it contains infinite coercion, Lu Yiping is also an outstanding cultivator, he looked in all directions, and clearly noticed that the extremely hard thousand-year-old boulders beside him also had the slightest crack.

"It's amazing. ”

Lu Yiping thought to himself: "The strength of the old ghost is not below me. ”

He was aggressive and a drinker, and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to fight the drunkard and drink with him again.

But at present, his hand is not good, he has to abide by the agreement between him and Lord Mo, and he must play in the finale.

So who would be the right one to play? The answer was already in his mind.

He patted the war horse under his crotch, turned over, and said to the drunkard from afar: "Ben Shuai has a proposal, seniors listen to it?"

The drunken man still looked slightly drunk and said, "Please speak." ”

"For those who practice martial arts, the competition is like a soldier going to the battlefield, it is better to add a war drum to boost morale. ”

"Good. The drunkard simply agreed.

Lu Yiping gestured to the soldiers in the Red Dragon Army, and two wrestlers lifted a huge war drum onto the boulder.

"Brothers of the Red Dragon Army! This commander had an order earlier that no noise should be made when watching the battle, and from this moment on, this order will be null and void. ”

"In this battle, Ben Shuai personally beat the drum and cheered!"

"Great handsome and mighty, great handsome and mighty!" As soon as Lu Yiping's words fell, a shout that was enough to shake the sky burst out from the Red Dragon Army array.

He turned around and picked up two drumsticks and beat the drums of war.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

"Knock knock ......"

The dull sound of the war drums went from slow to fast, and the blood of the listeners boiled, as if urging the soldiers to go into battle to kill the enemy, and the louder the war drums, the higher the mood of the soldiers of the Red Dragon Army.

Seeing that the morale was raised to the peak, Lu Yiping shouted: "Du Kanyan obeys the order!

"Command!"

Before Lu Yiping's words fell, a healthy figure leaped out of the Red Dragon Army formation.

The eyebrows are resolute, the short hair stands up like steel needles, he is dressed in a light blue cloth coat, with soft armor inside, his hands are protected in golden gloves, and he has a pair of fire cloud boots on his feet.

Du Kanyan walked not far from the drunk, hugged his fists and said: "Du Kanyan, the commander of the left side of the Red Dragon Army, has seen his predecessors. ”

The drunkard bowed slightly: "Look at you in your early thirties, you actually control one-fifth of the strength of the Red Dragon Army, it's so good." ”

"The seniors praised it falsely. Du Kanyan said modestly, compared with the previous two games, this battle has a lot less gunpowder smell, and both sides salute first and then soldier.

"I was ordered by the commander to ask my seniors for a few tricks, and I hope to give me advice. ”

"Haha," the drunkard laughed twice, his dirty beard shaking twice.

"Well said!

As soon as Dukanyan's eyes flickered, a strong smell of nausea poured into his nostrils, and he saw that the drunkard had crashed into his arms.

How?

Obviously, I saw that this old man's body was crooked, why did he bury himself in a few drunken steps?

Before he had time to think about it, the drunkard's fist had already swung to the face.

The drunkard's fist was strange, but seeing his wrist bent, his index finger and thumb hooked, with the strange smell of vomit mixed with alcohol after a hangover, he hit it so bluntly.

Two-finger buckle cup wine, drunk fist cup hand!

The drunkard's cup-clasping hand dilated in Dukanyan's pupils, so clear that even the mud between his ring fingers could be seen.

"Can't catch it!"

It was the only thought on his mind.

Body and mind are one, and Dukanyan twists sideways at an almost impossible angle, avoiding the drunkard's buckle.

"Not bad!"

The drunkard's voice and clasped his hand came at the same time, and he saw that the arm twitched, clasped his hand back, and swept it in reverse.

There was no way to avoid it, only two muffled sounds of "bump" were heard, and two clasps hit Dukanyan's chest firmly.

Dukanyan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he only felt his qi and blood surging.

But he didn't stop moving, seizing the opportunity of the drunkard's buckle, and striking with lightning with both hands, holding the drunkard's elbow joint and the pulse gate respectively, and just like that, he used his strength to mix in the opposite direction.

If this were an ordinary person, one arm would be reimbursed, but where could a drunkard be taken down so easily?

"Stepping on ......"

Pacing in quick steps, stepping on a puff of dust.

The drunkard's face was full of red light, as if he was drunk like mud, but the footwork under his feet was hidden in the mystery, and the whole person turned around, and with the help of force, Du Kanyan moved in the direction of force at the same time, and his arm was safe and sound.

"Drink!"

He drank with all his strength, and a layer of brilliance appeared on his arm, and Dukanyan could no longer restrain him, and his hands were shaken apart.

The fact that the grappler returned in vain does not mean that Dukanyan has been defeated.

I saw him crouch on his knees, his arms turned back, and the blue cloth coat on the outside turned over his head, like a cover covering the drunkard's head.

"No!"

The drunkard had such a keen sense of smell that he retreated directly, and his body part was avoided, but the arm that had just escaped was wrapped in a cloth coat.

Dukanyan took advantage of the situation and did a somersault, and the hem of the entire cloth was strong enough to wrap the drunkard's arm.

"Can't go!"

Wen Ping, who was watching the battle, saw this, and his face was full of shock.

"What a capture of the evil sect!"

Jiang Chengfeng on the side had a serious expression and said, "No wonder Master has always told us that we must pay attention to Lu Yiping's Red Dragon Army, and a left-lane commander is so good." ”

"Then ......," he looked at Lu Yiping, who was beating drums on the boulder.

"What about his strength?"

As soon as he thought of this, he said to Huo Fu: "The things your sister-in-law prepared for you will be used later, and you must take that one." ”

"I know. Huo Fu was also rare to be so serious: "The Red Dragon Army is not so easy to deal with. ”

In the minds of the two brothers, they all thought of Wu Xiaoyu.

If he was among the representatives of the imperial court, then the situation would not be so unclear.

The struggle in the field continues.

Looking at the drunkard again, he only felt that his arm was tightened, as if he had been bitten by the huge mouth of a fierce beast, and no matter how hard he exerted, he was wrapped tighter and tighter by the cloth.

In desperation, two choices flew through his mind.

One of them is the most simple and effective, drawing a scoop according to the gourd, madly urging the drunk Tiangang and shaking it away.

The second is a more risky approach.

Who is a drunkard? He was also a well-known number one person in the Southland back then, and even the strong hand of the Pure Determination Dojo, he had killed a few people.

In a hurry, he almost instinctively made a choice for him.

He didn't force his luck to get drunk, but clasped his other hand straight at Dukanyan's temple.

"Shhh

Du Kanyan gasped, he couldn't have imagined that the drunkard seemed to be unfazed, but he was so ruthless.

As it turned out, the drunkard's deadly tactics worked, and Dukanyan retreated, forcing the wrapped cloth to untie it.

It wasn't until he pulled a distance that Dukanyan dared to stop and take two breaths.

"Spit on!"

The throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He was hit by a drunkard twice before, and internal injuries were inevitable, but in this round of fierce battles, he forcibly used his luck to suppress the injury, and at this moment, his strength was slightly loosened, and he couldn't help vomiting blood anymore.

In the first round, it was clearly the drunks who had the upper hand.

But he didn't rush to pursue, but took out another bamboo tube and poured a sip of spirits.

The contents of the cup entered the stomach, and the flush on the drunkard's face became thicker and thicker.

"The seniors are drunk with one hand, and the fists are really powerful. Du Kanyan said: "I have also seen people who practice clasping hands, but they are not as good as the skin of their predecessors. ”

"You're going to boast. The drunkard was not in a hurry, he burped and said, "Cloth clothes are captured, your kung fu is even more rare." ”

"Seniors praise falsely. Du Kanyan smiled bitterly, if he hadn't grabbed and released it freely, he was afraid that he would have been beaten by drunkards.

"Dare to ask what the predecessor just made, but the 'Immortal Toast Throat Lock' in the drunken fist?"

Seeing the drunkard's unhurried appearance, Du Kanyan chatted with him a few more words, but in fact, he secretly used his skills to calm down the tumbling qi and blood as much as possible.

"You have knowledge, and you know the method of drunken boxing. ”

The drunkard smiled and said, "But you are wrong, the old man's cup-buttoning hand is different from ordinary drunken boxing." ”

"My trick is called 'toasting and toasting'. ”

"Taught. Du Kanyan nodded, he didn't think that the drunken ghost was playing tricks, because the truth was indeed as the drunk said, and his pair of cup-slamming hands were much more lethal than ordinary drunken fists.

"Since the two of us are still in love, then the old man will teach you another trick. ”

The drunkard was dressed in dirty clothes and had no wind, and even his eyes were dilated, and it seemed that the alcohol of the spirits had attacked.

His steps became more erratic, and his whole body was crooked, as if he could fall down with a random push.

But Du Kanyan's cold hair exploded, and an extremely cold sense of danger instantly filled his whole body.

He sensed that the drunkard was getting serious.

"I'm ...... Drunk Tiangang ......" The drunkard said vaguely, but the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger: "The stronger the drunkenness, the more murderous it is." ”

"Crackle!"

The stones at the drunkard's feet burst out of thin air, obviously unable to withstand the strong pressure from the drunken Tiangang.

Drunken Tiangang's internal force is surging, and the drunkard has reached the time when he will not vomit or be unhappy.

"Look at this trick!"

"Drunken dreams, dead ecstasy!"