Hearing Zhuo Yifan's voice, the flower knife monk came back to his senses, he looked at Zhuo Yifan, sneered, and said: "Joke, I'm not afraid of the sword and sword, how can I be afraid of you hairy boy on this square wine table?"

"Okay, Brother Hua, just talk about not practicing fake tricks, and I won't know if I'm a hairy boy after drinking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Zhuo Yifan clapped his hands, lifted the jar of wine in front of him, and smiled at the flower knife monk: "It's boring to drink in a small bowl, how about changing the altar?"

Yue Linglong couldn't help but be surprised after hearing this, looking at Zhuo Yifan's face, it seemed that she was suddenly brought to the scene of fighting with Zhuo Yifan before, which made her unable to help but have endless reverie at this time......

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, the flower knife monk's face began to be a little unhappy, and he used this tone to ask for his own opinion, which was clearly to look down on himself, and his face was immediately full of anger, and he lifted the jar of wine in front of him, and said sharply: "I have this intention!"

He is used to being arrogant in the rivers and lakes, if he is allowed to say no, it is better to kill him with a knife in his hand.

"Okay, drink ......"

Zhuo Yifan mentioned the wine jar, shouted, and then raised the altar to the top of his head, raised his neck, and drank it in a big gulp.

Seeing this, the flower knife monk was not to be outdone, and when he lifted it, raised it, leaned up, and tilted it, he swallowed it.

In an instant, the strong aroma of wine filled the second floor, of course, this is only for those who love to drink, but for Yue Linglong, it is not the case.

After some binge drinking, the wine jar in the hands of the two gradually became lighter, and looking at the posture of drinking, the two really felt like they were meeting opponents.

The wine jar was light, "poof!" There was a loud bang, and the two of them threw the wine jar under the table, and smashed it in an instant.

The eyes of the flower knife monk were not big, but now with some wine, those small and narrow eyes narrowed into a line at this time, as if they were stuck by something.

He bracked his eyes, looked at Zhuo Yifan in front of him, looked up and laughed, "Okay...... Good boy, he is about the same as Hua in terms of alcohol consumption. ”

He burped and continued, "I ...... I'm really ...... I haven't met a chess opponent!"

Zhuo Yifan's cheeks were red, and he burped from time to time, then waved his big hand, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said with a smile: "Me too, I didn't expect Brother Hua's amount of alcohol to be okay!"

"Since we are half a pound to eight taels of wine, then we can only see the work of weapons!" After speaking, he staggered to his feet, obviously a little drunk.

"Okay, then speak with weapons. Zhuo Yifan also said at this time.

Seeing this, Yue Linglong frowned, her beautiful eyes glanced at the two of them, and when she saw Zhuo Yifan, her pretty face suddenly changed, and she said nervously: "Dead bean sprouts, drunk, you can't beat him......"

Zhuo Yifan's eyes turned to Yue Linglong, then straightened his face, and whispered: "Seeing him like that, it is estimated that he is fifty percent drunk, when I compete with him in a while, I will try to drag him as much as possible, and you will leave when you find a chance!"

When Yue Linglong heard this, she frowned slightly, staring at Zhuo Yifan's white face in front of her with bright eyes, and instantly an unspeakable emotion turned over in her heart, as if at this moment she understood that he had done so many things from the beginning to the present, all to save her, and he had been complaining about him from the beginning.

"No, don't go!" Yue Linglong's voice trembled, and she was very worried.

Zhuo Yifan's body paused slightly, turned his head, smiled at Yue Linglong, raised his head, exhaled lightly, and said, "In Xuantie Villa, I am sorry for you, maybe only in this way can I forgive myself!"

"Forgive yourself?"

Yue Linglong's face flushed slightly, and then she glanced at Zhuo Yifan, and said, "Even if you do this, I won't forgive you." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he shook his head helplessly, and said, "If you don't forgive me, I should do it even more!" After speaking, he raised his long sword and ran towards the flower knife monk.

Seeing this, Yue Linglong's big bright eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the scene in front of her with some blankness, regretting what she said just now, in fact, she just didn't want him to go, but it turned out to be the opposite.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

Opposite the two of them, the sound of swords colliding sounded twice in succession.

"Shhh

As soon as the slamming sound passed, the short knife of the flower knife monk cut through Zhuo Yifan's clothes, and at the same time left several knife cuts on him.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan looked at the flower knife monk with some surprise, obviously he didn't expect that he was already fifty percent drunk, and he could still have such exquisite knife skills and amazing speed.

And the flower knife monk looked at him with a smile on his face, as if what happened just now was what he expected.

"It seems that this fifty percent drunkenness is still a little bad!" Zhuo Yifan muttered in his heart.

Then he pursed his lips, thinking that he was still awake now, and the flower knife monk must be the same as himself, he must be awake.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have an idea.

Zhuo Yifan saw that the flower knife monk was still proud, but he was not afraid at all, but the corners of his mouth twitched, turned the long sword in his hand, and grinned: "Brother Hua, you have to be careful!"

When the flower knife monk heard this, he looked at him with disdain, he had been injured by himself, and he let himself be careful, he felt that Zhuo Yifan was very funny.

"Hehe, be careful, I think it's you who should be careful!" After speaking, he shook his arms and prepared to fly with a short knife.

"Alas, Brother Hua, please slow down, I haven't activated the true qi in my body yet, you wait a while!" Zhuo Yifan raised his hand and said, and then began to play like practicing a Tai Chi sword.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's actions, the flower knife monk really thought that he was urging the true qi in his body, and looked at it stupidly for a while.

After a long time, seeing that Zhuo Yifan was still unhurried, the flower knife monk was a little breathless, and while burping with wine, he anxiously urged: "Okay, no, hurry up!"

"Brother Hua, don't rush! It's okay in a while, it's okay in a while!" Zhuo Yifan prevaricated.

The flower knife monk felt speechless for a while at this time, squinting his eyes and waiting anxiously.

......

As time passed, Zhuo Yifan, who was holding the long sword, began to shake from side to side involuntarily, obviously feeling that his brain at this moment was not as clear as Fang Cai. This feeling is as if someone has poured a scoop of lead water into my head, which is extremely heavy and extremely depressing.

Zhuo Yifan secretly looked at the flower knife monk in the distance, and the flower knife monk at this time seemed to have this situation.

His wine burps were one after another, much more frequent than before, and the drunkenness was mostly on his fat face, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, the flower knife monk also looked at Zhuo Yifan with a little surprise, his face changed suddenly, and he asked in a cold voice: "The surname Zhuo, what are you laughing at?" (To be continued.) )