Immediately afterwards, five or six more people came to fight Chen Tu one after another, but just like Jing Yunzi and others before, all of them were knocked down by Chen Tu, their robes were torn, their hair was cut off, and their faces were disgraced. Everyone finally realized that after Chen Tu was drunk, his martial arts might be even more powerful than usual, and they didn't dare to be careless, so they all pulled out their swords and waited for battle.

Hong Chen thought to himself: "'Drunken Fist' and 'Drunken Sword' are very suitable for his elusive style of martial arts. When he got drunk, he moved faster and more bizarre than usual. An ordinary master, he is really far from his opponent. Maybe he was deliberately trying to get drunk to deal with these people. This move is really wonderful, not only can you use the martial arts that you haven't usually shown, but also let others take it lightly first, and you will directly gain the upper hand as soon as you make a move. The evaluation of Chen Tu from the bottom of my heart couldn't help but be a few points higher.

Chen Tu stood with his sword in his hand and looked around at everyone: "Don't wait, let's go together! All of you together are not my enemies." ”

Among the people present, who is not a sect master figure, who claims to be a master of one side? Who is willing to be so ridiculed and humiliated by Chen Tu, and immediately besieged him one after another. However, the more people who came to the siege, the happier Chen Tu became. A group of people attack together, it is not a simple addition of offensives, they are not familiar with each other's martial arts, once the distance is close, they will restrain each other, unable to show their own skills, and often you bump into me, I bump into you, all kinds of accidental injuries.

Chen Tu shuttled between this group of people, like a loach scurrying around, others never touched him, but everywhere he passed was a mess, and people turned on their backs. One after another, a weapon flew out of the pile of people and landed beside Hong Chen, who tore the cover cloth on the table, picked up all these blades, and helped Chen Tu keep them.

What was once a grand and luxurious feast has become a muddy water disturbed by strife. The head of this family injured his arm, the gang leader hurt his legs and feet, and the martial arts who originally besieged Chen Tu fell down one after another, and each of them had some color on their bodies, and without exception, all the weapons were taken away by Chen Tu.

A quarter of an hour later, there were no more personable and domineering masters in the hall, only a group of people with broken clothes, disheveled heads, red eyes, and angry people. Deng Jinghui, who had been watching from above, finally jumped into the field at this time and stared at Chen Tu very seriously: "It turns out that Chen Shaoxia is actually the heir of the long-lost drunken boxing on the rivers and lakes, and he is clumsy. ”

Chen Tu hiccuped drunken and said, "I don't care if there is something wrong with your eyes." This iron rod you have with you is good, and for the sake of inviting me to eat and drink, I will not cut your hair, but you will give it to you. ”

"But even if Chen Shaoxia is excellent in martial arts, I can't let Chen Shaoxia do whatever he wants here. Deng Jinghui glanced at the embarrassed masters and said, "These friends from the rivers and lakes all trust me and the Jianghe Gang to come here." I can't let them down. ”

"Lord Deng, take our weapons back. ”

"Yes, Lord Deng Helm, this Chen Tu is really a first-class villain in the world, if he is allowed to escape today, in the future, our entire Wasteland martial arts will not be able to raise his head in front of the others in Kyushu. ”

"If it's just us, the Jianghe Gang is one of the top ten factions in the world, can they endure such humiliation?"

The martial arts crowd provoked each other with words, wanting Deng Jinghui to avenge them and recapture the lost divine soldiers.

Hong Chen wanted to continue to watch, but saw Chen Tu slowly turn around and walk towards him. Chen Tu handed the sword in his hand to Hong Chen, pushed the wooden box in front of Hong Chen, and then said, "I have taken care of most of the people, and the rest is up to you, friend." ”

When Hong Chen heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. And Chen Tu vomited with a "wow", and the vomit with meat and wine flowed all over the ground, and some of them splashed on the wooden box and Hong Chen, and the unpleasant stench suddenly permeated the entire banquet.

Chen Tu went to the ground, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Hong Chen replaced Chen Tu and became the target of public criticism.

"This guy has been acting with Chen Tu!

"Listening to the colleagues of the Night Rain Sword Sect, this person's name is Black Tea, and his martial arts are on par with Chen Tu. ”

"But he doesn't know Chen Tu's drunken fist and drunken sword, what is it?"

"Hey, boy, if you want to live, just leave this Chen Tu alone, throw these divine soldiers behind, and we can let you go!"

The martial arts masters surrounded Hong Chen with unkind faces, and Deng Jinghui also walked towards Hong Chen with an iron rod: "Red Shaoxia, you are a person who understands current affairs, you know very well how to choose at this time." ”

"Hmm. ”

Hong Chen put down the tablecloth with the blades in his pocket, and all the martial arts masters were suddenly overjoyed - it seems that this guy is quite cowardly, and he surrendered without a fight. Several people, including Jing Yunzi, immediately hurried over to retrieve their blades.

Airplanes!

A trembling knife stopped in front of them.

"Although I have no interest in these blades, just as the big guys trust Lord Deng Helm, Chen Tu trusts me by entrusting them to me, and I can't live up to them. ”

Hong Chen carried it to dispel his sorrows, and his voice clearly came into everyone's ears.

"So this battle belongs to you and me. Deng Jinghui walked from the passage of the martial arts master, his fat body was like a solid brown bear, and the iron rod with the thickness of his forearm in his hand also looked like an optimus pillar, "Let's see which of the two of us lives up to the trust of others!"

"There is the Lord of the Laudeng Helm who is the master for us. ”

Jing Yunzi made way for Deng Jinghui very interestingly, and let Deng Jinghui and Hong Chen face each other.

Hong Chen said: "Master Deng, before I start, I want to ask you about your gang." ”

Deng Jinghui showed a curious expression: "Who is it?"

"It's an elder of your gang, I met him in Yunzhou before, and I also accepted his help. Hong Chen said, "This elder's name is Zhang Zichai, I wonder if Lord Deng knows his current situation?"

"It turned out to be a one-eyed monster. Deng Jinghui smiled, "This old guy disappeared as early as last year." No one in the Jianghe Gang knew where he had gone. Some people say that the old guy colluded with the demon cult bandits, and was afraid of being held accountable by the imperial court, so he abandoned his family and business and went to the end of the world. ”

"Hmm. ”

Hong Chen recalled that when he was in Dark Cloud City, if it weren't for Zhang Zichai and his subordinates to mess up the battle of the purple-clothed guards, it might be difficult for him, Ji Cha and Cha Yugui to get out of it. Fortunately, Zhang Zichai was just missing, and he should be able to protect himself, and he didn't end up in a different place like Fang Yaohai, another elder of the Jianghe Gang.

Deng Jinghui pointed at Hong Chen with one end of his iron rod and said, "What do you ask the one-eyed old monster to do? This old guy is said to be related to the Demon Sect, could it be that you also have a ghost with the Demon Sect?"

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