Mu Ren knew that although his apprentice Baye was a woman, she was the most competitive. She had just lost to Wang Cheng, so she wanted to make a living here to regain her face and defeat Wang Cheng once.

Carefully staring at Wang Cheng's breathing and state, Mu Ren shook his head gently, knowing that his disciple should not be Wang Cheng's opponent, and said to Taoist Changhe lightly: "Changhe, your disciple has really only been in Wusheng Mountain for half a year?"

Taoist Changhe was very proud of this and said with certainty: "That's natural, everyone in the world knows this."

Agula whispered: "I have heard that there has been an amazing martial arts genius under the Wusheng Mountain Sect. It can be called the first genius in two thousand years. Now, it is indeed a bit extraordinary when I see it."

Changhe smiled lightly, but did not speak, and showed a little modest.

I saw that Wang Cheng and Baye, you, one bowl of wine, one bowl of wine, showed no sign of stopping. A large jar of wine was drunk by the two of them.

However, the two of them did not hesitate or slow down in their drinking. They still poured the hot wine into their throats and into their abdomen one by one!

The two of them were already surrounded by hot air, and a strong smell of alcohol gathered around them and radiated towards them.

Many martial arts practitioners around know that these two people seem to be fighting for wine, but in fact they have nothing to do with their alcohol tolerance. Now they are competing for the most real internal cultivation.

It depends on who has a strong internal cultivation and can transport the drinks you drink as quickly as possible through your blood and blood, and whoever can laugh to the end!

Wang Cheng's body shone with pure sunshine, and the blood in his blood seemed to be really burning. The hot temperature in his body swept out, and a stream of white air evaporated from around his body, and the aroma of wine overflowed. Almost ninety percent of the alcohol that he drank evaporated.

And Baye seemed weaker.

Although the alcohol around her body was extremely strong, it was a little weaker than that around Wang Cheng. Some alcohol was not completely controlled and flowed into her head along the blood, so that she would be really drunk and affect her thinking.

After a few breaths, Baye's drinking movements slowed down, his body even shaking a little, and his face turned red. Finally, he had some soft beauty like a woman.

However, her eyes were still staring at Wang Cheng sharply, obviously not wanting to admit defeat.

However, if you don’t admit defeat, you have to face reality. She didn’t even slow down when she saw Wang Cheng drinking. She had already drunk three more bowls than her, and she knew in her heart that she was about to lose.

“Hahaha…good wine…”

Wang Cheng drank a large bowl of wine again and his eyes pressed towards Baye strongly.

However, Baye's eyes were already a little confused, and the injuries on his muscles and bones on his arms were also affected, so he felt a little shaky.

She had drunk most of the big jar of wine.

However, the jar of wine in front of Wang Cheng was already bottomed out, and even layers of sweat beads with alcohol-like smells penetrated through the pores of the skin, which made the clothes soaked, as if they were fished out of the wine.

"Baye. It's OK."

At this time, Baye's master Mu Ren spoke with a majestic tone.

cough……

Baye burped, still maintaining the last bit of soberness, put down the big bowl in his hand, and said to his master Muren with some shame: "Yes, Baye understands."

Many disciples from Daxueshan around were whispering.

"It's Amur!"

"Amur is here!"

"Our first wrestling warrior Amur is here to defeat the Han man."

"Amur..."

“Amur………”

“Amur…………………”

There were neat shouts in the crowd, all of which were heading towards the stout man beside Buch.

This great man is called Amur, and he is Buhe's second disciple. Buhe has always liked to recruit some innately strong disciples, and Aidingsang is the representative. He has been born with divine power since he was a child. He has a huge advantage in strength, but his understanding is a bit low, so he has always bullied his peers' disciples by relying on his talents, and his qi and blood cultivation is not as good as Baye.

However, Amur had a stronger understanding than Aidingsang. He focused on practicing lower plates. He had been invincible among his peers since he was a child, and his feet seemed to be planted on the ground.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Amur walked towards Wang Cheng step by step, and each step seemed like a stone fell to the ground. After getting closer, Wang Cheng realized that Amur's figure was larger than what he saw from a distance.

He has a figure of about 1.85 meters. It is almost impossible to see among Eastern warriors. He has some fat on his waist, back and thighs, so that he can increase his weight, especially the weight of his lower body, which can make the lower plate more stable.

"You are the King of Wu Shengshan Cheng? Did you injure my senior brother and Baye?"

Amur walked up to Wang Cheng and shouted at Wang Cheng in a very strong voice.

His voice was somewhat similar to Wang Cheng's vocal skills, as if he had sent the sound to the ground, and the sound was as if it was vibrating from the ground.

It can be seen that he does practice special stake techniques and techniques that focus on the earth.

Buhe looked at Wang Cheng coldly, then turned around and sat in a row in the middle, ignoring Agula Muren and Taoist Changhe, and almost expressed all his thoughts on his face.

Agula and Muren also clearly expressed their dissatisfaction with Buch, but Buch did not care about it. He didn't even look at the two brothers, and started eating and drinking on his own, shouting to Amur below: "Amur, throw this arrogant Martial Saint bandit down."

Wang Cheng looked at his master Taoist Changhe and saw that the master gave him a positive look, then he looked directly at Amur. He said with a positive tone: "Aidingsang and Baye were both defeated by me. You are not Batu, so you should not be qualified to fight me."

Amur's face turned red in an instant, his heart was filled with anger, and he shouted: "Arrogant Han, let me try how powerful you are."

As he shouted, his body bent slightly, then his feet exerted force, rushing towards Wang Cheng like a cow, spreading his hands, trying to hug Wang Cheng in the waist.

This is a wrestling move.

Generally, when two men of Mongolian people compete to fall, they will bend down and rush towards each other in this way, increase the impact of their bodies, and then hold the other person's waist or thighs with both hands and fall down.

However, Wang Cheng didn't want to compete with the other party to fall, and he didn't understand these things. Seeing the other party rushing towards him, he punched him out.

This punch was a ground hammer technique, and he did not use his evil power.

Because he has not yet truly integrated the evil power of the Earth Evil Fist, he can only use it when he takes all his strength at a critical moment, and he cannot do it normally.

However, even if the evil force was not condensed, the power of his punch and the earth hammering technique was not something ordinary people could imagine.

Amur slapped Wang Cheng's fist. During the contact, there was a muffled sound. A heart-wrenching sting came from his palm, and his whole body was stopped in place. Most of the impact force on his body was offset by Wang Cheng's punch.

Buhe, who was eating meat and drinking by himself, changed his face when he saw this. He knew that Wang Cheng's boxing skills were powerful, and then hurriedly shouted: "Wang Cheng, you have the ability to wrestle with Amurbi."

Taoist Changhe said disdainfully: "You have the final say?"

Buhe immediately looked at the Taoist priest Changhe, who also gathered his momentum and did not show any weakness. There were signs of taking action if he had a disagreement.

However, the two did not take action after all.

Because, Wang Cheng in the middle retracted his fist, directly took off his horse with both hands, and replied: "Okay, I'll try to fall with you to see who's lowered down and whose feet are stronger. Compared with the stubborn method, I am still the best in the world!"

Daxue Mountain lost the Red Snow Pile Technique, and he was not afraid at all.

Buch immediately snorted coldly at Changhe, then shouted to Amur: "Amur, fall him down."

Amur suffered a loss from Wang Cheng's earth hammering technique, so he became much more cautious when he took action, knowing that Wang Cheng's strength was above him.

However, when it comes to wrestling, Amur, who specializes in practicing the method of rooting in the earth stake, was full of confidence. So, he took a deep breath, and his qi and blood sank into the lower plate. Without any movement, his feet sank into the ground. It was an internal method of falling a thousand pounds. Then he exerted force on his calf, and he roared and rushed towards Wang Cheng.

Boom, boom...

He rushed out two steps, and each step was like a stone hitting the earth. A piece of dust raised up on the ground, leaning forward, the center of gravity was in front, and directly hitting Wang Cheng, grabbing Wang Cheng's waist with both hands.

Wang Cheng's whole body was still drunk, and a flame in his heart had never been extinguished. Amur rushed over like a bull, Yiran was not afraid, and he stomped his feet and rushed out with the stud technique of the Earth Demon Fist, and his whole person turned into a mountain.

boom………………

The two collided in the blink of an eye, and each rushed out two steps, as if two trains collided with each other.

A violent airflow surged out from the two of them.

The two men's shoulders collided, and a piece of sweat spilled out. The two bodies were shocked, and neither of them retreated.

Amur looked solemn. He knew that Wang Cheng seemed to be a real number smaller than him, but the lower plate was stable and beyond imagination. He hurriedly grabbed Wang Cheng's waist first and grabbed Wang Cheng's thigh with the other hand.

snort!

Wang Cheng snorted coldly, and naturally he would not let the other party succeed. With his feet twisted, the Red Snow Stump Technique, which he had understood today, merged into the lower plate. A huge force rose from his legs. As the qi and blood rolled, his force suddenly burst out again, pushing Amur back one step back.

Bang!

Amur's face flashed incredible moments, but his legs still couldn't help but retreat. He shouted quickly, hugged Wang Cheng's waist with both hands, and was about to pick up Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng's breathing changes, and he did not take action. He just changed his foot stubble again, and his qi and blood sink. He also used the internal method of "Sank of Movement" and "Red Snow" and "Red Snow" stubble that combines the secret method of "Dirty Mountain" and "Red Snow" stubble!

In a moment.

Amur held his breath, his face turned red, and his muscles were tense one by one, but he still couldn't pick up Wang Cheng, who seemed thin!
Chapter completed!