Doomsday Pavilion

(Thanks to the lovely old book friend who loves to dive, Hachong, the 20,000 starting point coin prize, and promotion to the elders, I am very grateful. This chapter will be given first, and the keyboard code will be used.)

Liquor strengthens the liver and courage, when converted into an equivalent argument, it means that wine strengthens the courage.

Described is that people who are usually timid and weak due to the cerebral reticulum are paralyzed by alcohol, resulting in hyperfunction of the cerebral cortex, and even unable to control their own language and actions due to excitement, and do things that they usually dare not dare to do.

The ancients before the cataclysm called the abnormal state of drinking too much and appearing daring, "drinking paradox."

It is believed that this is due to the strong and violent alcoholic nature, which causes the Qi machine to go up and down and fills the chest, resulting in temporary hepatobiliary energization.

There is always a small group of people who are out of touch with the general environment. To put it mildly, this is called Qingliu.

The wine is not intoxicating, and everyone is drunk. Huang Dashan is drinking to the top of his head. There are always a few pairs of eyes that go back and forth behind his back from time to time, watching coldly, pointing and whispering.

Shan Ye had been very displeased with the small group of independent hunters, but now he was ignited with his stinky blood and temper. He turned around and shouted loudly.

"Silly beep, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you!"

Shan Ye grinned with a grinning grin, "A bunch of girls who are chirping, what do you whisper to you Shan Ye?"

"Shit," a thin man from the hunting team over there sneered, "I don't know who my name is after drinking some horse urine? It's up to you to chat with grandpas?"

"It's been a long time since you guys, you guys are pointing, what's wrong, have any opinions on grandpas?"

"The lord who chews the tongue behind him, who is not a woman?"

"Maybe the stuff under them is as soft as the roots of their ears..."

"Hahaha"

Everyone, you and me, cynicism.

The faces of a few people over there suddenly fell and shouted, "Huang Dashan, don't go too far!"

The Lord Shan stood up holding the wine jar.

"Oh, chicks, do you need to teach you the truth in the wilderness?"

The thin man over there came out, "Heh, I really want to know, what are the rules in the wilderness, I myself, Zhao Jun, have you passed it?"

Master Shan twisted his neck, made a series of bone explosions, and walked up to the person, looking down at him, "Master Shan tells you! The truth of the wilderness!"

"Huh!"

Everyone only heard a thunderous bang, and a large group of blood burst out on the forehead of the man, and he lay down without saying a word.

"it is good!"

"The iron-headed skill of Lord Guanshan, I am already so prosperous. I have cultivated to the indescribable realm of steel on both ends and everything on top of my head. I admire and admire it! I am ashamed of it..."

Someone shouted, "Why are there two ends?"

"Rookie...come here, who has the right girl to get this innocent little chick, but it's a big advantage."

"Haha."

"I know Xingling from the Chunfeng Tower, who has plump buttocks and moisturizing breasts. When I walked, it was called a sorrow. Well... the guy waits for my grandfather to take you another day. Maybe girl Xingling is happy and I can give you a bag. Big red envelope!"

Young people with a little delicate appearance always feel that something is wrong, "Chunfeng Tower? What kind of red envelope?"

The man squeezed his eyes and smiled wryly, "Boy, luck once in a thousand years!"

"enough!!"

The team over there was finally fed up with their ignorance and roared, "Huang Dashan, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't want to get out of the gate here, brothers, copy guys! Is it really a bully for our Dark Blade team? ?"

Shan Ye rubbed his forehead, the head that hit his head was a bit painful and a little red.

"Explain? Explain to your grandma!"

Huang Dashan's burly body shook, and he staggered to the ground, as if he was about to plunge into the mud.

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.