Fang Yan dare not underestimate Mo.
No one dares to underestimate Mo and the enemy.
Even though his current name is Old Drunkard, everyone calls him Old Drunkard and even forgets his original name.
Use a spoon to lift it along your legs, and you can throw up a Milky Way. The Milky Way is like a silver dragon, becoming a solid whole, rising into the sky from the vat, and rushing towards Fang Yan.
This is the most brutal collision, so brutal that it doesn't require any skills.
And because of the strong smell of alcohol in the burning knife, the silver dragon was full of the domineering dragon and the killing intent of the knife.
Dragons are the most powerful and proud creatures in the world. Those who stand in their way will die, and those who stand in their way will be destroyed. Although this is a wine dragon, although the strength of this dragon is greatly reduced compared to its true form, they still have the power to destroy even the smallest human beings.
boom-
The dragon's head hit Fang Yan, and the little silver dragon opened its bloody mouth as if begging to swallow Fang Yan.
Whoosh!
When the heart of Tai Chi rotates, the realm of Tai Chi naturally unfolds.
Even Fang Yan's subconscious felt that he was in danger, and his body responded automatically.
In the Tai Chi Domain, the silver dragon is clearer and more fierce.
Fang Yan could clearly see the drops of crystal clear water. The countless violent water drops restlessly formed the water dragon, singing a passionate war song and preparing to fight.
Fang Yan stretched out a leg finger.
The leg fingers did not block the dragon's head, because the collision force of the dragon's head would fracture or break his leg fingers.
His leg fingers pointed toward the dragon's spine in the middle of the dragon's body. The force of the dragon's spine rebounding on the surface was so amazing that he almost tried to bounce its leg fingers away.
Fang Yan was quite stubborn and stabbed a big hole in the dragon's spine.
Cut the dragon's spine!
Hit the snake seven inches, kill the dragon and cut the dragon's spine.
boom!
The silver dragon was divided into two parts, and the energy in the middle was no longer coherent. It could not support the operation of the entire silver dragon, and the dragon's body exploded.
Raindrops were falling, and Fang Yan opened his mouth to drink the splashing wine.
"Good wine." Fang Yan praised loudly. "Everything has been removed, only wine and poetry remain."
"How can you drink without having something to drink?"
Mo Qingdi stretched out his legs to slap the vat, and the wine vat half a man's height east of his feet rose up from the ground and hit Fang Yan.
Fang Yan takes a plum blossom step and stretches one leg forward. When the wine vat was about to attack, he took a step forward and slapped his right leg on the edge of the wine port.
The wine tank was full of liquid and the majestic atmosphere came out, repelling Fang Yan's guidance and control. That's not because of the gravity of the wine vat, but because of the energy left flowing in it.
Fang Yan slapped the tank with one leg and spun rapidly.
With his feet on the Zodiac sign of plum blossoms, he waved the wine vat like a top.
Hoo ho ho—
The wind howled and the snow fell.
The young man in green shirt performs his skills with a vat in his hand, looking heroic and unrestrained.
After feeling that all the force he exerted on the old drunkard by slapping the wine vat was released, Fang Yan had gained full control of the wine vat.
boom!
Fang Yan suddenly raised the vat with one leg, and the burning knife in the wine vat burst out like a sudden waterfall of wine.
Fang Yan opened his mouth and swallowed wildly.
The wine flew down quickly, and Fang Yan drank it quickly. No matter how fast you drink it, it's not as fast as pouring it from a big vat. As a result, a large amount of wine was poured on Fang Yan's face, head, clothes and neck, and his whole body became a drunkard.
call-
After taking a big sip, Fang Yan felt satisfied and threw the large vat, which weighed several hundred kilograms, to the old drunkard.
The old drunkard took the vat and took a swig. The difference is that he poured it slowly and drank boldly, without even a drop of wine spilling and not a bit wasted.
The old drunkard took a very long sip of wine. Fang Yan is also used to his drinking method.
boom-
The old drunkard stretched out his leg and slapped it, and the wine vat fell back to its original place.
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Fang Yan smiled happily, and the old drunkard smiled happily.
In a hundred years of life, the greatest happiness is to have three or two close friends who accompany me to drink wine and eat meat.
The wild cats in the corner were scared away, the mice stealing wine were frightened, and even the snowflakes fluttering in the wind did not dare to get close.
"From point to line, has the heart of Tai Chi evolved?" The old drunkard turned and walked towards the hut without looking at Fang Yan. I picked up a wine gourd from a corner, took a sip myself, and fell down on the lounge chair on the east side of the corridor.
The recliner is made of bamboo, and its original color can no longer be seen due to excessive friction, but the surface of the chair is shiny, showing an oily brilliance.
"Very good, right?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before he had the heart of Tai Chi, he looked at mountains as mountains and water as water. If there is a green mountain in front of you, then it is a green mountain.
But no, after having the heart of Tai Chi, the mountains you see are not just mountains, but mountains, forests and rivers, rugged and strange rocks, flowers blooming, birds singing, tigers roaring and dragons roaring.
That was the state before Fang Yanqiao's family escaped. The old drunkard was very familiar with that.
At the Battle of Yijian Peak, Fang Yan and the Eastern Sword God fought a life and death battle. At the critical moment, Tai Chi's heart changed again.
If it were not a mountain, the mountains, forests and rivers he saw would become pictographic lines. The rugged and strange rocks would not be lines, nor would the flowers and birds singing. The lines are dynamic, like an electronic map, from the starting point to the end point, allowing Fang Yan to clearly see the process of flowers blooming and fading.
Then the upgraded Tai Chi Heart.
The heart of Tai Chi has developed to that point. Are there any changes in Dongyi? What will happen to its eastward upgrade
Fang Yan doesn’t know!
"The heart of Tai Chi has improved, but the ability to drink has also improved." The old drunkard took another sip of wine and said aloud. He can go without food for three days now, but he can't go without wine for a month. His heart is trapped in a demonic barrier, his living situation is miserable, and he looks miserable.
"Then let's see who we can compete with." Fang Yan said. "Of course he can't compare with me and Ye Wenwen, but if he compares with those people outside, he is also a victorious general in the bar."
The old drunkard couldn't entertain him, so he ran into the house, found a four-legged stool, took it out, and placed the stool next to the old drunkard. The two of them walked to the east of the eaves, drinking and enjoying the snow, talking about Fang Yan's Tai Chi spirit.
"I walked in front of them." The old drunkard said softly. If you didn't put the voice in your ears quickly, it might be blown away by the wind. "His heart of Tai Chi is like a piece of barren land. No grass grows, dried up and cracked. The holes are like mocking smiling faces. In addition to receiving ridicule and despair, there is no harvest. .”
"What I have experienced is nothing he has not experienced, and the only people in the Fang family who have the heart of Tai Chi are me. He has no experience to give me, so I have to explore it myself - that is very difficult. , it’s also very dangerous. I’m not worried at all if he’s wrong.”
"I think he has extraordinary talent?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Does he mean that - I'm really lucky." said the old drunkard. "After being beaten for ten years, I was able to realize the heart of Tai Chi. It was such a shame to skip class and run away. Because of the sudden upgrade of the heart of Tai Chi, after I came back, it turned out to be an illusion that was praised and praised by countless people - said Otherwise, there will be another winding path. It really makes people blush."
Fang Yan chuckled. No matter how the old drunkard attacked him, he felt that it was a compliment to him. The relationship between the two of them is both teachers and friends, and there is almost no secret.
"Luck is also a kind of strength." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Even the Japanese sword gods were defeated by him. Who dares to say that he is not strong enough? In the past, Ye Wenwen wanted to beat him up every time he saw him. He will go directly to their Ye family tomorrow to challenge him - Hey, guess what? So? No one from the big Ye family dares to come out to challenge."
Fang Yan shook his head slightly and said, "You are seeking defeat alone. It's hard to find an enemy in Yanziwu."
The old drunkard knew what Fang Yan was thinking. Did he mean to say that to stimulate himself
Hey, if that kind of stimulation can revive him, why should he be so decadent
The heart of Tai Chi is not only about hard training, but also about enlightenment. Ten years of standing still is not as good as attaining enlightenment overnight, which is not Tai Chi.
Success depends on Tai Chi's heart, and failure depends on Tai Chi's heart.
The old drunkard drank by himself, but he didn't take Fang Yan's words seriously and said, "I can talk to Ye Wenrou about that matter. Maybe she can help me."
"I originally wanted to say it tomorrow, but I forgot." Fang Yan said.
"I heard that I made an appointment with her for a walk to enjoy the snow?"
"No. I treated her to a sumptuous lunch and drank my favorite drink, Shao Knife." Fang Yan said with a proud face. "The two of them have now settled their differences, turned enemies into friends, and laughed away their grudges."
"Resolve the old grudges? Turn enemies into friends?" The old drunkard glanced at Fang Yan with drunken eyes and said, "The hatred is gone, but the kindness is still there."
"He's bright red, he's bright red." Fang Yan said. "I didn't know about it until I came back that time. It turns out that every year he and Ye Wenwen compete in martial arts, but his grandfather went to Ye's house to provoke him - what he said was too much. If they don't hit me, who will I hit?"
"I have been patiently beating him for ten years, so he will naturally ask for the kindness of those ten institutes—"
"Don't be patient," said the old drunkard. "Can't bear to be disgusted. Anyone who has done the same thing for ten years can't say it is a disgusting thing-"
"How could it be a disgusting thing to witness the rise of a genius? He felt that she should be full of a sense of accomplishment."
"Every time I was beaten up in a competition, I would cry for my father and my mother, get on the table, climb on the chair, hug their calves, and tell my aunt to spare my life - who would feel a sense of accomplishment from conquering a wrong leg like that?"
"He felt I was insulting him." Fang Yan said.
"My feeling is correct," said the old drunkard.
"Please beg me because he has a lot to do with Donglai. He must challenge me -" Fang Yan said fiercely.
Then, he looked at the old drunkard with a flattering look on his face and said, "Senior brother, did he introduce an old friend to meet me?"
(PS: Thank you to classmate Zhou Jianjian for another 10,000-dollar reward. Have you guys finished your vacation? Come back and vote!)