Chapter 117： What are you looking at? (For the first elder, old uncle Hachonghe!) (2/2)
Halfway through, he twisted abruptly, with his arms resting behind his head, the wine jar stood under his elbows, lying on his side abruptly and propped him up, putting one leg on the other, creating an infinite enchanting sleep. The shape that the beauty picks up,
”Hmm, come on, little lady~”
”puff!”
Bai Qiong took a sip of wine and sprayed the head of a hunter in front of him. The man suddenly realized that his slap was red.
”Okay, it's a good one to watch the fire from the shore!”
”Fart, this is clearly a textbook-standard lingering sand flying hand style!”
The five people facing the Dark Blade were almost mad, and they all rushed to Uncle Huang, fists and feet blowing wind.
Shan Ye twisted, and a lazy donkey came on the ground, dodge a few oncoming big feet, and carried a wine jar, just to trap a fist.
”Snapped.”
Shan Ye stretched out and slapped the trapped hunter's face with a slap. The huge slap prints on his face were highlighted.
Obviously, his eyes are red and misty, his feet are staggering, and there are a few loud wine hiccups from time to time. It seems that he will spit out on the ground at any time, but he is able to do well among the five second-order evolutionary people. , Without even hitting him with a punch, the picture is very strange.
Everyone kept rubbing their eyes,
”what happened?”
”Those idiots are silly after eating barbecue for a few days?”
”This...”
Bai Qiong sighed, ”It's always like this every time.”
Shen Feng didn't know where he came from, staring at Shan Ye's weird movements like drunk dancing, ”I can't imagine Shan Ye is still hiding it!”
”Don't mention the drunkard. Every time you drink too much, you have to come for a paragraph. It's obviously nonsense. I have to say that this is a magical skill handed down before the cataclysm. What is it called Drunken Fist?”
Bai Qiong's head pointed helplessly to the mountain master, and saw Huang Dashan stumbling, holding the wine jar short and swaying upwards, volleying a hunter with nosebleeds in the air, lifting the jar crookedly and squeezing in a motionless shape Everyone hooked their fingers,
”Isn't it awesome?”
”Awesome!”
”Aren't they great?”
”Awesome!”
”Lao Tzu's applause and cheers?!”
A group of people watching the excitement are quite cooperative and desperately applauded.
”it is good!”
”The Lord Shan is mighty!”
Bai Qiongshou rubbed his temples, ”He called this trick Taibai drunk...Well, it's called Lu kicking shrimp or drunk hitting the mountain gate. It's like saying! Why haven't I seen you these days, what? When did you come?”
”A few days ago, Zhou Zi and the others went to get some herbs that opened up the tendons. They suffered some injuries and lay in the car for four days. When they first got up, there was a lot of fun to watch... Hey, Shan Ye, this fist road is not drunk. Drunk, seemingly staggering, the technique, footwork, and posture are actually very deep. It should really be an unpredictable skill. Drunken boxing? What a good name! Amazing, amazing!”
”...”
”Are you serious?!”
Shen Feng affirmed, ”Of course! I have to ask Lord Shan for advice and advice another day.”
Bai Qiong first patted Shen Feng on the shoulder, ”Then you have to seize this opportunity tonight. He will do this only when he drinks too much. You will ask him again tomorrow morning to make sure he doesn't even use the word drunk boxing. I will remember.”
Shen Feng's eyes widened, ”Is there such a thing?”
Bai Qiong's brows also frowned, ”It's strange to say, haven't you noticed that the origin and aura of evolving humans in Master Shan has disappeared, and now he is just like ordinary people...or, You warriors are very similar!”
Shen Feng remained silent and fell into thinking.