Chapter 343

Fang Yan dare not belittle the enemy.

No one dares to belittle the enemy.

Even if his current name is laojiugui, everyone calls him laojiugui and even forgets his original name.

With a spoon at your fingertips, you can throw a galaxy. The Milky way, like a silver dragon, becomes a frozen whole, rising from the big VAT and crashing towards Fangyan.

This is the most outrageous collision, outrageous to do not need any skills.

And because of the strong wine smell in the burning knife, the silver dragon is full of the tyranny of the dragon and the killing intention of the knife.

The dragon is the most powerful and proud creature in the world. He who blocks me dies, and he who blocks me dies. Although it's a wine dragon, and although its strength and truth are greatly reduced, it still has the ability to destroy and destroy for the small human beings.

Boom -

when the faucet hit Fang Yan, the little silver dragon opened his big mouth like to swallow Fang Yan.

Whoosh!

The heart of Taiji rotates, and the realm of Taiji unfolds naturally.

Even Fang Yan's subconscious thought it was in danger, and the body responded automatically.

In the realm of Taiji, the silver dragon is clearer and more fierce.

Fang Yan can clearly see the crystal clear drops of water. The countless violent drops of water restlessly form the water dragon, singing the passionate battle song, and preparing to fight.

Fang Yan held out a finger.

That finger didn't block the faucet, because the impact of the faucet would fracture or break his finger.

He points his fingers toward the middle of the dragon's back. The rebound force on the back of the dragon is so amazing that he almost needs to spring his fingers away.

Fang Yan is quite stubborn. He stabs a big hole in the dragon's back.

Cut the dragon's back!

Beat the snake seven inches, cut the dragon's back.

Bang!

The silver dragon is divided into two parts. The strength in the middle is no longer consistent. It can't support the whole silver dragon's operation. The Dragon explodes.

The rain is falling, Fang Yan opens his mouth and sucks the splashing liquor.

"Good wine." Fang Yan said loudly. "All things are removed, but wine and poetry are left."

"Can drinking be without tools?"

Mo Qingdi reaches out to pat the jar. The half man high wine jar under his feet rises from the ground and smashes at Fang Yan.

Fang Yan steps in plum blossom and stretches forward with one hand. When the wine jar is about to attack, step forward and pat the right hand on the edge of the wine port.

A majestic atmosphere came from the top of the wine vat, which excluded the guidance and control of Fang Yan. It's not the gravity of the wine tank, but don't underestimate the flow of energy left on it.

Fang Yan claps the cylinder with one hand, and the body rotates rapidly.

Stepping on the twelve palaces of plum blossom, the wine jar was also waved like a top by him.

Whistling -

the wind is whistling and the snow is flying.

The young man in green shirt raised the VAT to give his skill, and he was handsome and unrestrained.

Fang Yan has been fully controlled after feeling that he has drained all the strength of the old wine ghost's pat on the wine jar.

Boom!

Fang Yan suddenly raised the vat with one hand, and the burning knife in the VAT burst out like a sudden wine waterfall.

Fang Yan opens his mouth and swallows it.

The wine flies fast, and Fang Yan drinks fast. No matter how fast you drink it, you can't pour it in a vat. So a lot of wine poured on Fang Yan's face, head, clothes and neck, and his whole person became a drinker.

Hu -

he took a big gulp. Fang Yan was so addicted that he threw the big vat with hundreds of Jin to the old drunkard.

The old wine devil took over the VAT, and he also raised his head and took a swig. The difference is that he poured slowly and drank bravely, but there was not a drop of wine overflowing, which would not be wasted at all.

The old drinker's drink is very long. Fang Yan is also used to his drinking.

Boom -

when the old alcoholic reaches for a pat, the wine jar will fall back to its original place.

They looked at each other and laughed.

Fang Yanxiao's comfort, old wine ghost's joy.

A hundred years of life, with three or two confidants to accompany you to drink and eat meat, is the biggest pleasure.

The wild cat in the corner was scared away, and the rat who stole the wine was frightened. Even the snowflakes flying in the wind were afraid to get close.

"From point to line, this is the evolved heart of Taiji?" Old wine ghost doesn't look at Fang Yan either. He turns around and walks towards the hut. I picked up a wine gourd from the corner, poured it into my own mouth, and sat down on the couch under the eaves.

The reclining chair is made of bamboo, because too much friction can't see its original color, but the upper part of the chair is shiny, showing a kind of oily luster.

"All right?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before the heart of Taiji, he looked at the mountain or the mountain, the water or the water. In front of us is a green mountain, that is a green mountain.However, with the heart of Taiji, we can see not only mountains, but also mountains, forests and rivers. There are jagged rocks, flowers and birds, tiger roaring and dragon singing.

That's the state of Fang Yanqiao's family before running away. The old drunk is very familiar with this.

In the battle of Jianfeng, Fang Yan and Dongyang sword God fought for life and death. At the critical moment, Taiji's heart changed again.

If it was still a mountain, the mountains, forests and rivers he saw would become a hieroglyphic line. The craggy rocks are lines, and the flowers and birds are lines. The line is dynamic, just like an electronic map, from the beginning to the end, so that Fang Yan can clearly see the process of flowers blooming and withering.

This is the upgraded Taiji heart.

The heart of Taiji has developed to this step. What's the next change? What will its next upgrade look like?

Fang Yan is not clear!

"The heart of Taiji has grown, but the amount of alcohol has not." "Old wine ghost poured a mouthful of wine again, say aloud. He may not eat for three days now, but not one day without wine. The heart is trapped in a magic barrier, and the wonton is in a terrible state of life, which looks very sad.

"It depends on who you compare with." Fang Yan said. "It's impossible to compare with you and ye meekness, but compared with those people outside, I'm also the winner of the wine market."

The old drunkard could not entertain him. He ran into the room and found a four legged stool to move out. He put the stool beside the old drunkard. They sat under the eaves drinking and enjoying the snow, talking about Fang Yan's Taiji heart.

"You are ahead of us." The old drunk said softly, if you don't put that voice into your ears, it's likely to be blown away by the wind. "My heart of Tai Chi wonton is like a piece of barren land. There is no grass, and it is dry and cracked. Every word is like a smiley face of ridicule. Apart from being able to receive ridicule and despair, nothing will come of it. "

"What you have experienced is something I haven't experienced, and the people that Fang family can have the heart of Taiji are just you and us. I don't have any experience for you, so you have to find it by yourself - it's hard and dangerous. But I'm not worried about you at all. "

"You think I'm gifted?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I mean - you're really lucky." Said the old drunk. "After ten years of beating, I was able to realize the heart of Taiji. It's such a shame to skip class and run away, because the heart of Taiji has suddenly upgraded, and after coming back, it has become the object of praise and praise of countless people - another way. It makes people blush. "

Fang yanhehe's laughing. No matter how the old drunk attacks him, he thinks it's praising him. Their relationship is similar to that of friends and teachers. There is almost no secret between them.

"Luck is also a kind of strength." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I have defeated all the eastern sword gods. Who dare to say that I am not strong enough? In the past, ye gentleness wanted to beat me every time she saw me. Today, I went directly to their Ye's house to ask for help - Hey, guess what? No one in such a big Ye family dared to come out to fight. "

Fang Yan shook his head and said, "I'm lonely and I want to lose. It's hard to find an enemy in this swallow dock. "

Old wine ghost knows Fang Yan's idea, he intentionally says such words to stimulate himself.

Unfortunately, if this kind of stimulation can make him revitalize, why should he be so decadent?

The heart of Taiji depends not only on hard practice, but also on insight. Ten years of standing is not as good as one night. It's Taiji.

The heart of Cheng is Taiji, and the heart of defeat is Taiji.

The old alcoholic drinks by himself, but he doesn't think the other side is inflamed. He says, "you can talk to Ye gently about this matter, maybe she can help you."

"I wanted to say it today. I forgot." Fang Yan said.

"I heard you asked her for a walk to enjoy the snow?"

"Yes. She was also invited to have a good lunch and your favorite knife. " Fang Yan said proudly. "Now that we've cleared up the past, we've turned enemies into friends, and we've laughed away."

"Let bygones be bygones? Turn enemies into friends? " The old drunkard took a dim look at Fang Yan and said, "Qiu min is still there."

"I understand. I understand." Fang Yan said. "I didn't know this until I came back this time. It turned out that my grandfather and ye Wenrong went to others' Ye's house to challenge each year in their martial arts competition. What they said was too much. Who would they beat if they didn't?"

"After ten years of beating me with patience, I will naturally write down the kindness of these ten places -" it's not patience. " Said the old drunk. "It's disgusting. Anyone who has done the same thing for ten years is a disgusting thing - "br >

" - how can it be a disgusting thing to witness the rise of a genius? I think she should be full of a sense of accomplishment. "

"Every time you are beaten to tears, my father calls my mother to climb the table, climb the chair, hold other people's calves, and ask my aunt to spare her life - who will be full of the sense of achievement for conquering such an opponent?"

"I feel like you're insulting me." Fang Yan said.

"You feel right." Said the old drunk.

"If it is not because I have something to ask you next, I must challenge you --" Fang Yan said maliciously.Then he looked at the old drunkard pleasantly and said, "elder martial brother, I'd like to introduce an old friend to you."

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