It’s not just because the two people have similar images, but the most important thing is that the wine fairy also said that back then.

There are immortals in wine. Drunk is better than hard practice for thousands of years!

However, there are very few people who can really understand this sentence.

"What a mess, you are not qualified to be my opponent, get out of the stage by yourself!" Bai Poxin sneered and scolded.

However, Zui Qianchou, who was tilted and fell, smiled at him, "Hehe..."

Immediately afterwards, Zui Qianchou suddenly moved, and the shiny gourd in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand and smashed directly towards Bai Puxin.

The latter was shocked and did not expect the other party to take action suddenly, but he was not panicked, but slapped it out with a sudden palm.

"boom……"

With a loud bang, he slapped the gourd with his palm, making a dull sound, as if a giant drum was shaking.

But what is shocking is that the gourd was just knocked away and not broken.

Obviously, this is not just a gourd, but a powerful magic weapon.

However, at this moment, Zui Qianchou flashed, he held the gourd in his hand, and then punched Bai Poxin.

This punch looked light and had no strength, as if it was really a punch from a drunk person.

Bai Poxin looked disdainful and also punched her.

Before, he had also noticed that Zui Qianchou had taken action. This person's path was very strange. Many times, his opponents were defeated inexplicably, so that in his opinion, Zui Qianchou had some sluts and no real skills.

However, just as the two fists collided, Bai Boxin's face changed drastically and his eyes exploded.

He only felt a terrifying force that was used by him, and his body flew backwards, his fist cracked open, and his blood was dripping.

I saw him looking at Zui Qianchou with an incredible expression. He really couldn't understand how a person who was tilted and unable to walk steadily could make such a terrifying blow.

It was not until this time that he realized that he had underestimated him so much that he was injured by a punch from the other party.

"Hmph! I didn't expect that I really have some skills. Next, I will be serious!"

Bai Poxin snorted coldly, then took out a big knife from the space ring.

The knife is so bright that it can be seen from others. A series of terrifying cold lights flash endlessly.

With a knife in hand, Bai Po’s confidence surged, and his own momentum continued to rise.

For him, this is the stage for him to name the world. He will be here to make everyone in the mainland remember the name Bai Puxin.

People have always used him to set off the three monsters in Qingtian City and compared him with Tang Qinglin. However, they did not know that in his heart, these so-called monsters are not worth mentioning.

In other words, he never took the so-called monsters among his peers seriously. He was waiting for an opportunity to smash all the halos on the heads of those peers' geniuses to let them understand who is the number one peer in the world.

Now, it is the best opportunity.

It is an excellent opportunity for him to prove himself and become famous.

This sword is called Potian. He wants to break the sky with the right mind.

Originally, he left this knife for others, but unexpectedly, Zui Qianchou's strength was so powerful that it exceeded his expectations, so he would take him to sacrifice his sword first.

"Do you play with a knife? I have it too!" Seeing this, Zui Qianchou slowly took something from his waist, untied the cloth strip, revealing a short knife with a simple shape, resembling a crescent moon and rusty traces.

The blade is one foot and five long and belongs to a short knife, but the blade is as wide as two slaps and is extremely thick.

Compared to Bai Puxin's light, the Sky-Breaking Sword with a sharp murderous intent, Zui Qianchou is like a broken iron piece found from a pile of scrap iron, with rust and no light is visible.

But he treated it as a treasure and wrapped it with cloth strips layer after layer.

Many people were shocked when they saw this. Can this thing be taken out?

"My knife is called Xiyue!" Zui Qianchou had a rare serious look and began to introduce the rusty short knife in his hand.

"You're just a piece of scrap iron, and you're so embarrassed to call him a knife? It's so funny!" Bai Poxin mocked.

However, Zui Qianchou shook his head and said, "You are wrong!"

Bai Poxin was stunned? Did you say it wrong? That was a piece of scrap metal!

However, at this moment, he saw Zui Qianchou's aura suddenly change, his head and hair were flying all over the sky, and a sharp aura enveloped his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up, held a knife in both hands, and slashed in the air.

At this moment, everyone's faces changed drastically, and there have been rumors that once Zui Qianchou's sword is unsheathed, he will become another person.

But not many people take this sentence seriously, because so far, Zui Qianchou has killed all the top 18, and no one is qualified to let him shoot.

At this time, he raised the rusty short knife in his hand and slashed it in the air. Although the blade was still dim and had no luster.

But Bai Poxin felt a huge pressure, as if he was facing a supreme powerhouse.

"roar……"

Bai Poxin shouted loudly, forcibly expelling the fear in his heart. The violent aura erupted like a volcano, and then swung the Sky-Breaking Sword in his hand and went straight to meet him.

This scene made everyone at the scene widen their eyes, hold their breath, and stare at the two people in the field.

"Damn..." A loud bang made everyone's eardrums hurt.

I saw a terrifying wave of air sweeping across the world, and cracks were densely covered with cracks in the sky, as if they were about to explode.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out and everyone looked closely and found that it was actually a dysfunction.

He retreated to the edge of the ring one after another before stopping. Then, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, dyeing the white robe red.

Bai Poxin knelt on one knee, and the Sky-Breaking Knife in his hand was inserted in front of him, supporting his body, so he did not fall down.

Looking at the blade where light can be seen, a striking crack appeared.

At this moment, except for shock, there was only a strong sense of unwillingness in his eyes. He forced himself to stand up and wanted to continue to attack, but he sprayed a large mouthful of blood again.

He was defeated!

He originally thought that he would defeat all his opponents here and be famous all over the world, but as a result, before he met those opponents, he was defeated under Zui Qianchou's sword.

The pride in my heart and all ambitions collapsed in an instant.

On the other side, Zui Qianchou turned around and picked up the cloth strip on the ground, carefully wrapped the short knife of Xiyue, and hung it around his waist.

Then, slowly opened the gourd stopper and poured wine into his mouth while walking back.

At this time, the sharp aura on his body had dissipated, and he returned to his previous image, sloppy and sloppy.

"A drunkenness relieves a thousand worries, hahahaha..."

Amid the hearty laughter, with a bit of sadness, the steps of drunkenness are empty and return to his own position.
Chapter completed!