Seeing this, the flower knife monk was furious again, he had been rampant in the rivers and lakes for so long, and he had really never met such an arrogant person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He slapped his two knives on the table and said sharply: "Boy, you really don't know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has!"

"How many eyes does Lord Ma have, I don't know?" Zhuo Yifan leaned in front of him, smiled at the flower knife monk and said: "Brother Hua, don't believe it, I don't get drunk with the little white dragon, but it's not a waste of fame, I don't believe that we can compare wine and sword on the other, what do you think?"

The flower knife monk sneered, a trace of ridicule on his face, glanced at him coldly, and said disapprovingly: "Compete and compete, I have been rampant in the rivers and lakes for decades, and I can still be afraid that you, a hairy boy, will not succeed!"

Then he slapped the table with both hands and shouted to Xiao Er downstairs: "Xiao Er, hurry up and get a few jars of good wine!"

When Xiao Er heard the sound, he didn't dare to slack off, trembled his body, and hugged a jar of wine.

On the second floor, there was another burst of exclamations, obviously no one expected that the two would be drunk and fighting. Seeing this scene, some people were afraid that they would not even let themselves go if they were drunk, so they ran downstairs in a panic, preferring not to watch this good show than to joke with their own lives.

"Whoa......

With the sound of two pours, they each filled the bowl in front of them.

The flower knife monk had a gloomy face, took a bowl of spirits on the table, smiled at Zhuo Yifan, and said: "I wanted to spare your life, but you said that your martial arts in wine are the best in the world, if Hua is drunk, the knife technique used can not be controlled, and your head will be cut off when the time comes, don't blame me!"

As soon as the flower knife monk said this, Yue Linglong, who was next to Zhuo Yifan, trembled slightly in his heart, and then a worried gaze fell on Zhuo Yifan's face, and said worriedly: "Bean sprouts, are you okay? This monk is too powerful, I think you better go!"

Zhuo Yifan looked at her worried gaze, and there were slight ripples in his heart, like a small boat, swaying in the calm lake water, stirring up layers of microwaves, and then a warm smile appeared on his face.

"Before the big war, you have so much ambition and destroy my prestige?" he deliberately patted his chest and said very angrily: "I am the best in the world!"

Hearing his words and seeing his aura, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes were round, and he couldn't tell the truth or falsehood.

Then, Zhuo Yifan picked up a bowl of wine on the table, smiled at her, and then brought the bowl to his mouth, and drank all the wine in one bowl.

Seeing this, the flower knife monk stared at him, he looked at Zhuo Yifan, and said with some admiration: "Good boy, brave enough, bold enough, I like you more and more!" After speaking, he also picked up a bowl of wine, tossed it in the air, and drank it all.

"Wow, what wine!" said the flower knife monk.

"Yes! Zhuo Yifan drank it, and couldn't help smacking his lips.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan did not mean to fight, the flower knife monk's eyes flashed with coldness, and he smiled without a smile: "I also drank this wine, isn't it time to compete?"

"What Brother Hua said is that when we drink wine, we will naturally compare. After speaking, Zhuo Yifan stood up, walked to the door and window, and pulled out the saber inserted into it.

The Flower Knife Monk stared at him, his brows furrowed slightly, and then a hideous look immediately appeared on his face.

He shook his two knives, and then a cold light spun up in his palm, and shouted: "Boy, you have to take care of the short knife in my hand!"

"Okay, Brother Hua, you should also be careful of the long sword in my hand!" After speaking, he stepped on his feet, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, bounced up from the ground, and went straight to the face of the flower knife monk.

The flower knife monk looked at Zhuo Yifan who was flying over, getting closer and closer to him, and immediately the corners of his mouth were raised, and he shook his head and said, "Little tricks, it's useless for me!"

The double knife is like a butterfly dance, the flesh is like a spinning top, the knife light appears in the air, with a domineering sound of breaking the air, resounding in the ears, and a strong cold light comes with the knife.

The flying knife brought a strong wind, blowing Zhuo Yifan's clothes with a burst of sound, and the pitch-black hair also fluttered, only to see the flower knife monk smile, his body spun out, and he stepped out, and the short knife slashed directly at Zhuo Yifan's brain.

Zhuo Yifan was suppressed by his flying short knife and retreated, seeing the powerful knife coming at this time, his face suddenly flashed with a touch of shock, but then he gritted his teeth and blocked.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

A low cheer sounded, and the short knife struck the long sword from Zhuo Yifan's rung, like slapping garlic on the board.

"Crackling ......"

With his fierce blow, Zhuo Yifan's figure actually took more than ten steps backwards in the stumble.

Before his footsteps stopped, the short knife on the other side had already pounced, and Zhuo Yifan had no time to block again at this time.

His eyes froze slightly, and he quickly dodged sideways over his shoulder, but he was still a little late, and the short knife slid over his shoulder, cutting through his clothes, and a few drops of blood splashed out, like red petals scattered in the air.

Seeing this, the flower knife monk swirled in his palms, patted his belly, and raised his head and said: "The boy surnamed Zhuo, the uncle's wine knife, or your wine sword, who is better?" Seeing Zhuo Yifan's ugly face, he deliberately sneered at him: "Aren't you ashamed to say that you dare to be the second in the world, no one dares to be the first!"

Zhuo Yifan looked at his shoulder sideways, gritted his teeth slightly, and suddenly smiled on his face: "Brother Hua, what are you anxious about, we only drank a bowl of wine, at least one or two jars." He pointed to the slightly trembling sword in his hand and said with a smile: "I can only swim freely in the white dragon in wine." ”

Because of the strong impact of the flower knife monk, Zhuo Yifan's palm was numb for a while, and he had to hold the hilt of the sword hard, trying not to let it tremble too much, so as not to be seen through by it.

"Huh?" the flower knife monk couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this.

Obviously unexpectedly, Zhuo Yifan prevaricated him with this sentence at this time, and immediately said: "Okay, boy, it's all your reason, come and drink again! With that, he put away the short knife in his hand and put it on his waist, and sat down at the table.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan smiled at his back, and then sat down with him.

When the flower knife monk looked at the smiling young man in front of him, his face couldn't help but change a little. In both fights, he was injured by himself, and at this time, how could he still laugh?

It's really as he said, the alcohol is not enough, and his first sword technique has not yet been displayed. The originally smiling cheeks of the flower knife monk became much more solemn at this time, and he obviously began to speculate on himself, and he was now afraid of Zhuo Yifan.

"What, Brother Hua is scared?" Zhuo Yifan smiled when he saw his unnatural eyes. (To be continued.) )