Yang Fenglou flew up, quickly approached Huang Ye's side, stretched out his left hand, and put it on his shoulder.

"Huang Daxia, don't hurry up, let's have another drink......"

Contrary to Yang Fenglou's expectations, Huang Ye was already unstable on his feet, and when his right hand touched his body, he shook abruptly, avoiding Yang Fenglou's right hand.

Yang Fenglou was stunned for a moment, looked at Huang Ye carefully, and found that this product was definitely drunk, his face was red, his eyes were dull, and he was mixing garlic vigorously under his feet, and he almost fell into the mud.

"I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore, good brother, you don't know how good my second brother is, if I drink again, he will definitely beat me......"

After Huang Ye finished speaking, he once again stretched out his hand to open the door.

Yang Fenglou naturally wouldn't let him get his wish, so he stopped him, and unconsciously used the "smashing" word trick in Peking Opera with his bare hands.

Huang Ye shook strangely again and dodged.

When Yang Fenglou saw it, his heart suddenly sank, if it was a coincidence, then twice in a row, it would definitely not.

couldn't help but observe intently, this time, it really made Yang Fenglou see the clues.

Although Huang Ye is already drunk and unconscious, he can always find a balance when he is shaking, and no matter how he shakes, he will not fall.

When Yang Fenglou saw it, a strange name of the fist technique suddenly crossed his mind.

Drunken Fist!

According to legend, it was created by Liu Ling, one of the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and he practiced to the extreme, and he could hold heaven and earth in his chest.

The reason why this kind of boxing is weird is mainly because drunken boxing can not be evaluated by the traditional external skill level on the rivers and lakes, a martial artist who has practiced drunken boxing, when he is sober, drunken boxing is in his hands, at best it is a kind of "lower" boxing, but once he drinks, the power of drunken boxing will grow rapidly, and even in the palm of the rivers and lakes, there is a record of impacting the "upper middle".

To put it simply, it's this kind of boxing, the deeper you get drunk, the more powerful it is!

However, there are not many people on the rivers and lakes to practice drunk boxing, not that the threshold of this boxing method is too high, but the practicality of this boxing method is too poor, a martial artist is drunk, and his parents don't know him, let alone the enemy and me, even if the power is huge, but if you don't fight the enemy, you chase your own people to play with your life, who can stand it?

Yang Fenglou never expected that what Huang Ye had practiced was the most bizarre external kung fu on the rivers and lakes.

He suddenly had a headache, originally thought that Huang Ye would fall to the ground faster under the dual effect of alcohol and Nan Kemeng, but he didn't expect that this thing was drunk boxing, and he didn't have to think about the effect of alcohol, so he could only wait for Nan Kemeng to play an effective role as soon as possible.

Fortunately, time is running out.

At this time, Huang Ye's state was even worse, he could barely keep his upper body upright just now, but now he simply bent down, took one step to the left and two steps to the right, and spun around the room in a hurry.

Yang Fenglou didn't want to do anything, so he had to look at him quietly, as long as he guarded the door.

Huang Ye suddenly leaned back, stood firmly, and almost fell over, so he smirked at this Yang Fenglou.

"Good brother, let me out, I'm down to business...... I have to do what my second brother explained......"

Yang Fenglou dealt with it indiscriminately, but he didn't let the door open.

A drunken person has the greatest temper.

Yang Fenglou didn't move, and finally angered Huang Ye.

"You dodge!"

“......”

"Not foil, right?"

Huang Ye also stopped speaking, and suddenly pounced forward.

Yang Fenglou waited for it, but found that this thing couldn't fall in front of him at all, and according to the current trend, when he fell to the ground, he was at least three feet away from him.

Sure enough, Huang Ye lay down three feet in front of Yang Fenglou, and only relied on his hands to support him, so he didn't fall.

But he didn't want to, but Huang Ye's right leg stood upright, like a scorpion swinging its tail, and at an unexpected angle, it pointed at Yang Fenglou's throat from behind.

Yang Fenglou was shocked, and with a long hammer, he set up this trick and scorpion tail.

Before he could catch his breath, his lower abdomen hurt!

It turned out that Huang Ye was half-crawling on the ground, and suddenly swooped forward, with a head hammer, hitting Yang Fenglou's lower abdomen!

Yang Fenglou had never seen such a strange move before, and if he was careless, he was hit squarely, and suddenly felt a strong force coming from his lower abdomen, and he had no ability to resist at all.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Yang Fenglou was pushed out of the room by Huang Ye, and the door was torn apart!

Yang Fenglou was shocked.

Wouldn't it be a failure to let him out of the house now!?

couldn't help but be in a hurry, and the fit pounced, just colliding with Huang Ye who wanted to go out.

Huang Ye is going out.

Yang Fenglou didn't let him go out.

In this way, the two men fought at the door of the guest room.

This move made Yang Fenglou miserable.

Huang Ye's drunken fist is really too weird, every punch and kick all appear from unexpected angles, plus the head, shoulders, knees, hips, back, all over the body, there is no part that cannot be attacked, which really makes Yang Fenglou unguardable.

What's more critical is that although this product is very unreliable, it is also a well-known fourth-grade martial artist, completely crushing Yang Fenglou in terms of internal force accumulation.

The external strength is not as good as Huang Ye, and the internal strength is not as good as Huang Ye, that is, he has no intention of killing in his intoxication, otherwise, Yang Fenglou would have been in trouble a long time ago.

Even so, Yang Fenglou was inevitably injured, and in desperation, he had to keep dealing with Huang Ye.

The current Yang Fenglou didn't want to stun Huang Ye for a long time, as long as he could drag him and prevent him from rescuing Nan Kemeng's salt gang in his body, he would be considered Amitabha.

The battle between the two of them lasted for more than half an hour.

The strange thing is that Yang Fenglou is supporting more and more easily.

Huang Ye's drunken fist, although the power is still not small, but it lacks that unbridled agility, and the unpredictable meaning is getting weaker and weaker, which makes Yang Fenglou more and more easy to deal with.

When he first found out about this situation, he was still a little hesitant, thinking that Huang Ye had some tricks to play, but after a period of time, he supported it more easily, and sometimes he could even find the right opportunity to fight back a few moves.

Yang Fenglou thought about it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion with a smile.

This product is going to sober up!

This is also the weird point of drunken boxing, the deeper it is, the more powerful it is, but if you wake up, the power of this drunken boxing will slowly become smaller.

Sure enough, after more than half an hour, Huang Ye could no longer suppress Yang Fenglou, and he could only rely on the internal strength of one level higher to cultivate hard, and those antelope horn tricks could no longer appear.

Yang Fenglou's pressure was suddenly greatly reduced, even if Huang Ye had the internal strength of a four-grade martial artist, but without the support of strong external strength, he was like a reckless man who did not know martial arts, no matter how strong he was, it would be in vain if he couldn't beat anyone.

Yang Fenglou unfolded the side eight styles, circling around him, making Huang Ye dizzy, but it was difficult to touch a corner of Yang Fenglou's clothes.

Huang Ye suddenly jumped out of the battle circle.

"Who the hell are you?"

In his words, Shentai was clear, and at first glance, he completely regained his senses.

Yang Fenglou smiled but did not answer.

Huang Ye, who hasn't drunk, is really not afraid!

Huang Ye saw Yang Fenglou's playful smile, his face became very ugly, and he suddenly shouted: "Lao Zhang, Lao Wang......"

Naturally, no one paid attention.

"What did you do to them?"

Yang Fenglou still smiled and did not answer.

Huang Ye was furious!

"Boy, do you dare to leave your name! Wait for your Grandpa Huang to come back to you after drinking!"

Yang Fenglou smiled proudly.

"The Tang Dynasty Right Dragon Martial Army, Old Turtle!" (To be continued.) )