Of course, Sanwanjiu knows that we have defeated the little madman and forced Xiao Lin Biao away. We also know that we are popular fans from No. 5 Middle School, but he still dares to talk to us like this. This is the style of a gangster in Xincheng District!

I would rather die than surrender!

The monkey looked at the three bowls of wine and said seriously: "We are not joking, nor are we hysterical, we just want to accept you as our younger brother."

Sanwanjiu's cheeks twitched, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Where do you have such great confidence?"

The monkey smiled and said, "Because we are better than you."

"Haha, not necessarily?" As a practitioner, this is the thing that he can't hear the most.

"Okay, let's bet." The monkey pointed at the few of us and said, "Please pick one of the people here. As long as you can beat one of them, we will all be your younger brothers? On the contrary, if you can't beat any of them, then you should be our younger brothers obediently and let us send you. Do you have the courage?"

Sanwanjiu took a breath and looked at us cautiously, while we all looked at him with a smile on his face. Even Zhao Caiying laughed and said, "You can pick me. I am a girl, and I may be better than them."

No man could stand such provocation, not to mention that Sanwanjiu was still a trainee, and he said immediately: "Okay!"

OK, welcome to put on the trap.

Sanwanjiu followed us out of the classroom, and his brother wanted to follow us, but he stopped him.

Before leaving the door, the monkey bowed to the teacher who was teaching again: "Sorry, I'm disturbing you, please continue talking." He was such a polite and good boy. We came to an empty classroom where miscellaneous items were placed. It was too long since no one cleaned it up, and there was a layer of dust everywhere, and the second half of the classroom was filled with broken tables and chairs.

"Hey, I heard you have to drink three bowls of wine before a fight." The monkey said while measuring the size of the open space with his feet, leaving a long and neat footprint on the dusty concrete floor.

"You don't have to worry about this." Three bowls of wine took out a silver-white metal wine pot from their waists, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips. He was really a guy who was addicted to alcohol.

"Very good, now you can pick an opponent." The monkey spread his hands and pointed at us.

Now, I understand why the monkey didn't let Xia Chao and Ma Jie follow him.

Everyone looked at Sanwanjiu with a smile. Sanwanjiu swept over us one by one, screening and deliberating. I don’t know what others think, but I am still quite nervous. It’s not that I don’t have confidence in myself, but I don’t know how strong Sanwanjiu is. I’m worried that if he chooses me and I accidentally lose, everyone will become his younger brother!

But then again, since the monkey dared to make such a bet, it means he is still sure. At least he knows that three bowls of wine are not our opponents, right? I comforted myself in my heart and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

What's more, I may not choose me if I have three bowls of wine. Maybe he happened to choose Zheng Wu. With Zheng Wu's strength, he would definitely settle him in minutes.

But just like the teacher checks students in class, the more you don’t want to be drawn, the more the teacher will hit you.

Sanwanjiu's eyes finally fell on me, and my breathing couldn't help but become stronger.

Damn, what are you afraid of?

"I'll choose her!" Sanwan wine pointed at Zhao Caiying and said.

I wanted to slap in the face, why do you choose Zhao Caiying?

"Hehe, you have a good vision. I chose the most powerful one among us!" The monkey clapped and said, "Butterfly, look at you!"

The monkey's sweet mouth immediately made Zhao Caiying happy.

Zhao Caiying walked out lightly, hooked up at the three bowls of wine and said, "Come on, let my aunt clean up you."

Sanwanjiu stared at Zhao Caiying fiercely, took out the wine pot and took a big mouthful. Then he threw the wine pot and rushed towards Sanwanjiu "slanted" - yes, I didn't use the wrong adjective at all. He really rushed over, his whole body was slanted, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, even more oblique than the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and it looked almost close to the ground, but he didn't fall down, but quickly came to Zhao Caiying and punched Zhao Caiying in an extremely tricky and weird posture.

I couldn't help but take a breath. I had never seen Sanwanjiu's strange boxing technique, so I couldn't help but worry about Zhao Caiying. Zhao Caiying laughed, his laughter was so graceful, and he jumped lightly. His black figure floated behind Sanwanjiu like fallen leaves, and then he gently slapped the back of Sanwanjiu. Zhao Caiying had a slender figure and a light body. This movement was so beautiful that everyone was swaying and praised.

Sanwanjiu suddenly lowered his head, and his whole body seemed to be pressed on the floor. Zhao Caiying's palm slammed the air and pushed it over the back of Sanwanjiu. Sanwanjiu did not fall down, but stood up magically and punched Zhao Caiying's back with a soft punch. Zhao Caiying kicked the ground with the toes, and he moved his whole body away, slapped the shoulder with a light palm. The palm finally hit, and the three bowls of wine flew straight out.

"Okay!" I couldn't help but scream.

While the Sanwans of Wine was about to land, their body whirled like a floating leaf on the river surface. They didn't fall down strangely, but stood up again, as magical as a tumbler. At the same time, Zhao Caiying had already run over and slapped Sanwans of Wine's body several palms one after another. Each palm looked light, but each palm had a sharp murderous intent.

Sanwanjiu's body was tilted left and right, and Zhenzhen rotated back and forth like a tumbler, causing Zhao Caiying's palm to fall into vain. Zhao Caiying's figure was as elegant and agile as duckweed, but Sanwanjiu's body was as sticky as mud. No one could catch anyone or beat anyone. He was about to meet a good talent and meet his opponent!

"What kind of kung fu is this?" I asked in amazement.

The encyclopedia Sun Gusheng immediately answered our doubts: "Drunk Fist. Drunk Fist is a boxing technique that imitates the movements of drunken men. When you look at it, you stumble and sway, but in fact you are not drunk, you are not drunk in the form of being drunk, you are not drunk in the form of being hard and soft, and you are light and agile in the rise and fall, and you are indeed comparable to Zhao Caiying's Caiying's palm."

Oh my God, my China is so great that there are many talents, and there are all kinds of boxing techniques. There are also people who come to practice boxing when they are drunk. This really opens my eyes. If I hadn't followed the monkey, how could I have seen these things? I probably would have studied hard and improved every day, thinking that Kung Fu only exists in deep mountains and forests or TV series. Zhuang Yanghuan.

I didn’t expect that there were two masters hidden in Xiaoxiao No. 5. This should be a rare thing than winning the five million prize, right?

But then again, I haven't seen it before, but it doesn't mean it's gone. What if a master likes to hide his body? Maybe there are ten or eight hidden ones in Dongcheng No. 1 Middle School, or maybe the owner of the small shop has a unique skill and will be covered in a heroic manner whenever he is 12 a.m.

Zhao Caiying and Sanbao wine were fighting each other quickly, and countless dust danced with each other, which made us cover our noses. The fallen flowers and snow on TV were all fake when competing with experts. In reality, there was only the dust that choked people to death!

Zhao Caiying couldn't beat three bowls of wine. After adjusting for a while, he also began to take the initiative to attack. Although the word "fist" hung on the drunk fist, his hands were either picking, grabbing, pinching, or pinching, completely unconventional.

"I advise you to have a glass of wine!" Three bowls of wine suddenly recited a poem, bent his palm, turned his cup-shaped body, and pinched Zhao Caiying's chin.

"Get out, auntie won't drink!" Zhao Caiying kicked it out hard.

Sanwanjiu leaned back like mud, and then stood up magically from another angle.

"You have to drink if you don't drink!" pinched Zhao Caiying's chin again. Zhao Caiying was helpless this time. Seeing Sanwanjiu hand over, my heart also hangs. Zhao Caiying opened his mouth suddenly and bit Sanwanjiu's finger.

With a "ah" sound, Sanwan wine jumped back suddenly, and three fingers were already bleeding, "You are a dog?!"

"What do you care about me?" Zhao Caiying rushed over again, gently pushed his palms out at the same time, slapped at Sanwanjiu's chest.

Sanwanjiu jumped suddenly and said, "It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of wine?" The two hands crossed and merged, and hit Zhao Caiying hard in the head. It seemed like a big move. I was about to shout be careful, but I saw Zhao Caiying suddenly stepped on Sanwanjiu's feet and stepped on him from mid-air.

"Drink your sister!" Zhao Caiying slapped out his palms again.

The three bowls of wine trick "I'm going to snow in the evening, and I can drink a glass of nothing" was halfway through, and Zhao Caiying was inexplicably broken. Seeing Zhao Caiying hit the high five again, he quickly tried to avoid it again, and his body slanted towards the side like a tumbler.

but.

Why?

Why can't you slant?

Sanwanjiu looked down and was shocked to find that Zhao Caiying was still stepping on his feet.

"I won't drink!" Zhao Caiying slapped Sanwanjiu's chest with his palms and knocked Sanwanjiu out. Sanwanjiu rolled to the ground with a "bang" sound, and then spit out two mouthfuls of blood. Sanwanjiu was obviously not convinced, and kicked his feet and ran over again, his figure still stumbled, swaying, but his speed was very fast.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drink alone without a blind date!" Three bowls of wine bent his arms, and a strange and ghostly boxing move will lead him out.

"Who is going to date you a blind date!" Zhao Caiying shouted, stepped on the feet of Sanwan wine again, and knocked the Sanwan wine away with a light palm.

With a "wow", three bowls of wine spit out the third mouthful of blood, and three bowls of wine turned into three mouthfuls of blood.

"Although drunken fist is called fist, the footwork of "intoxicated but not drunk" is the most important. The more weird the footwork is, the only way you can do whatever you want when you use punches. Therefore, the trick to restrain the footwork is to master the opponent's footwork, but like Zhao Caiying, who restricts the opponent's footwork by stepping on his feet, is really unprecedented. Perhaps only a quirky girl like her can think of it," the monkey explained with amusement and crying.
Chapter completed!