"Okay!" Sun Wugong nodded and grinned: "Maybe I will have a younger brother to buy me wine soon!"

"Then you have to fight and give it a try!"

Xiao Chen said, taking a few steps back, his muscles all over his body slowly tensed.

Sun Wugong also took a few steps back, raised his head, drank all the wine in his hand, and threw the bottle down the cliff more than ten meters away with shaking hands.

Immediately afterwards, he staggered, his body swayed slightly, and he made a familiar starting move to Xiao Chen - Drunken Fist!

Xiao Chen was stunned. Was this guy really drunk, or was he practicing Drunken Boxing?

Before he could slow down, Sun Wugong let out a soft drink and rubbed himself up, as fast as an ape!

Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, the real drunken fist!

He didn't retreat or dodge. This was his first time fighting a drunken boxer!

"Well done!"

Xiao Chen also shouted softly, clenched his fists with both hands, and sent out a fierce fist wind, hitting Sun Wugong.

Bang bang!

In the first blow, both of them were testing it, each giving five points of strength!

The two fists collided in the air, making a dull collision sound.

Sun Wugong felt the pain coming from his fist, and was slightly frightened, and then his fighting spirit surged!

war!

The next second, his momentum suddenly changed.

If he was only 50% drunk just now, then he is probably 89% drunk now, leaving only 12% sober to control his brain!

Xiao Chen's momentum also increased accordingly. Although he had never come into contact with anyone who practiced Drunken Boxing, he had heard it mentioned by an old fortune teller!

An old fortune teller said that despite the fact that people who practice Drunken Boxing may look drunk, as if they could fall down at any time, in fact, they are not drunk even in appearance, and they are not drunk in heart even when walking drunk!

The most important thing is that when you practice Drunken Boxing to great perfection, you will be the first to reach the state of "no move to win, there is a move to win", and you will be able to achieve the goal of having no move in your mind!

Think about it, even they themselves don't think about what their next move will be, let alone the enemy!

There is no routine at all!

No trace at all!

Although Sun Wugong will definitely not reach that level, Xiao Chen does not dare to be careless. He has not discovered this guy before, which is enough to prove that he is extraordinary!

"Lü Dongbin, he is extremely powerful at carrying a pot when he is drunk!"

Sun Wugong stumbled, his middle finger, ring finger and little finger of both hands were curled and clenched, and his thumb and index finger were spread and slightly bent, forming a crab claw shape, almost like holding a wine glass!

This is also one of the main hand types in Drunken Master - the cup-holding hand!

Bang bang!

Xiao Chen punched out with two punches and collided with Sun Wugong again. At the same time, he spread his legs to avoid his shadowless legs!

"Zhang Guolao, drunkenly threw a cup and kicked him!"

The next second, Sun Wugong tilted his upper body, and his legs, which were originally weak, burst out with a powerful attack!

Xiao Chen was slightly startled and retreated violently. Sun Wugong's series of kicks were too fast, leaving only an afterimage, but they locked several of his vital points!

"Where to go!"

Sun Wugong rubbed his body and got closer, holding the cup with both hands, hitting Xiao Chen's chest with his left hand, and clasping his throat with his right hand.

"Uncle Cao Guo, the immortal toasts and locks the throat!"

"You're excited, aren't you?"

Xiao Chen was forced back continuously, and his heart was filled with anger. He opened his right hand to block Sun Wugong's blow, made a fist with his left hand, and punched out violently.

boom!

Sun Wugong was knocked back by Xiao Chen's punch and fell to the ground!

However, the next second, he jumped up as if a spring was installed on his body.

"Han Xiangzi, grab your wrists, hit your chest, and get drunk and play the flute!"

This time, Sun Wugong's mental skills were running, and the energy in his Dantian was surging. When he got close to Xiao Chen, his energy exploded!

"The Eight Drunken Immortals, there are still a few useless ones, waiting for you to use them up!"

After continuous attacks, Xiao Chen also had a preliminary understanding of Sun Wugong's combat power. At the peak of An Jin's early stage, he could be considered a true master!

However, in his eyes, it was still a bit worse!

You know, he can fight with An Jin in the middle stage, although both sides will suffer losses!

"Tieguai Li, it's true that you get drunk on your heels and knees!"

"Lan Caihe, single-handedly toast and stop him!"

"Han Zhongli, I fell down and hugged my heart with my heart broken!"

"He Xiangu, let's get drunk and walk around drunk!"

Sun Wugong attacked continuously, turning into eight fights along the way, with eight, eight and sixty-four moves!

But what surprised him was that no matter how violent his attacks were, they were all caught by Xiao Chen!

"Have you finished beating the Eight Drunken Immortals? It's my turn!"

Xiao Chen let out a long roar, and a trace of inner energy spread out from his dantian, making his face turn pale!

However, in the next second, a heavy blow like a wave unfolded, burst out, and enveloped Sun Wugong!

Sun Wugong's face changed drastically, and a look of horror flashed through his drunken eyes. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but it was too late!

Bang bang bang!

Xiao Chen punched Sun Wugong three times in a row!

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wugong flew out and fell to the ground.

His throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

This is because Xiao Chen withdrew his strength in time when he blasted out, otherwise, these three punches would have killed at least half of his life!

"you lose."
Chapter completed!