Disassemble the second generation super martial arts system

After dragging the drunk and unconscious Shi Biao back to his house, Zhao Dafu did not go to his own house opposite, but sat on the ground directly, looked at Shi Biao, shook his head with a smile.

The amount of alcohol is not enough, but the wine quality is not bad.

"Hey, Biaozi, get up and talk."

Unfortunately, Shi Biao couldn't even open his eyes, let alone chat with Zhao Dafu.

However, this did not affect Zhao Dafu's interest in speaking.

He has a habit of talking after drinking.

To be precise, I like talking to myself.

On weekdays, many things that would never come out of his mouth would be said after he was drunk.

For example, he misses Xiao Wu very much, that brother who died inexplicably.

For example, he hates Yuan Datou very much.

Strictly speaking, he doesn't dislike Yuan Datou, but he doesn't approve of his way of doing things.

This is also normal, how could a person who is used to being undisciplined be willing to be forced to do things.

He babbled, saying every sentence.

Where do you think, where do you talk.

From Xiaowu to Yuan Datou, from Yuan Datou to Zheng Yan, and from Zheng Yan to the dead little Huangmao, at the end I did not forget to comment on the old lovers Liu Qian and Qiao Ying.

In his mouth, these two people should belong to the wrong time and met the right person.

If Qiao Ying could be more mature and rational when the two met, if Liu Qian's temperament could be softer and not so clear about love and hate, maybe the ending of the two people would be completely different...

But turn your head and think about it, if Liu Qian is not so clear about love and hate, is she still Liu Qian?

Smiling, Zhao Dafu muttered indistinctly: "After much deliberation, my Yan'er is the best..."

While talking, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Zeng Yan's number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is down."

Uh……

Oh, it turned out that it was almost 12 o'clock, and I thought Yan'er was sleeping.

Zhao Dafu didn't think much about it, put down his phone, turned his head to look at Shi Biao again, then assumed a somewhat strange posture, and silently performed the exercises of Taixuan Jing.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice that among the missed calls on his mobile phone, besides Shi Biao, there was also Zeng Yan...

Time, little by little.

Zhao Dafu slowly stood up from the ground and began to practice boxing.

There are three sets of boxing techniques in the Taixuan Classic, "Let's Drink Over Xinling", "Five Sacred Mountains Are Light", and "Death to the Hero's Bone Fragrance". These three sets of boxing techniques are completely different.

"Idle Over Xinling Drink" pays attention to tolerance, this set of boxing method is leisurely and contented, and it is similar to Taijiquan.

But "Five Mountains are the Lightest" is just like what is said in the poem, it pays attention to a promise that is more important than Mount Tai, so this set of boxing, wide open and wide closed, is extremely fierce.

As for "Death of Heroic Fragrance", it is the unavoidable ultimate move among the three sets of boxing techniques. There are only a few moves, and the point of the move is all the key points!

Moreover, it is required to go forward indomitably, leave no retreat, and leave no room for changing tactics.

Go out with a punch, and never stop until you hit the enemy, even if this punch will make you die, you will not hesitate!

How happy is life, why bother to die, I only punch one punch, and death will leave a fragrance!

Zhao Dafu didn't like this set of boxing very much, so among the three sets of boxing in Taixuan Jing, he only watched this set a few times, but didn't practice it.

However, it may be because of the depression in his heart today, or it may be because he drank wine and silently said in his heart, "If you die a hero, you will not be ashamed to be a hero in the world." ready to go.

Just when Zhao Dafu punched the air, Shi Biao, who was lying on the ground and dreaming, suddenly grunted, sat up, then turned over and stood behind Zhao Dafu, his palms naturally It rested on Zhao Dafu's shoulder, while his head rested on his arm.

"Huh? Awake?"

Zhao Dafu turned his head and shouted, Shi Biao still closed his eyes, babbled, his body tilted, and he fell down again.

Oh, it turned out to be a fraudulent corpse.

It seems that the wine quality of this product is not that good.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Dafu regained his emotions and prepared to practice boxing again.

However, before he could get a good mood, Shi Biao suddenly used a sweeping kick.

Zhao Dafu jumped, Shi Biao put his left hand on the ground, turned into a whip leg, one long leg, like a big tree, chopped down from mid-air.

This wine is too bad! ! !
However, this guy's moves... Interesting!
With this fucking shape, he's not drunk when he's drunk, but he's not drunk if he's not drunk... Drunken Fist!

Zhao Dafu didn't confront Shi Biao head-on, firstly he didn't understand what happened to Shi Biao, and secondly he wanted to take the opportunity to practice light kung fu.

After all, he has used the three sets of lightness skills in the Taixuan Jing very little in actual combat, far from reaching the level of proficiency.

What's more, Shi Biao's inexplicable start to play drunken fist also made him feel very, very interesting.

Of course, the more interesting two people fight in the living room.

Although the living room of Shi Biao's new home is not small, it is obviously not an empty martial arts training ground.

No matter how careful the two people's movements are, they will inevitably have some intimate contact with the furniture and furnishings of the house.

After a short time, the house became a mess, just like a battlefield that Erha had cleaned.

Seeing the small words "Increased Demolition Ability" flashing in his eyes from time to time, Zhao Dafu typed even more vigorously, jumping up and down, looking like a humanoid Erha.

Driven by him, the drunken Shi Biao was also full of vigor, throwing, massaging, tumbling, rolling, jumping, jumping, all kinds of drunken fists were used endlessly, which made Zhao Dafu very addicted.

However, when he had practiced lightness kungfu enough and wanted to fight Shi Biao in boxing, Shi Biao suddenly stood upright, hiccupped loudly, and fell straight down.

Ok?
Changed tactics?
What trick did this guy change?

Zhao Dafu opened his posture and stood there waiting for a long time, but he didn't wait for Shi Biao's new move, only waited for a thunderous snore.

Well, this snoring sound is really worthy of his figure, and his drinking capacity are completely two concepts!

Zhao Dafu also figured it out, this guy's drunken fist, because the alcohol balance is insufficient, he can't use it!

That's all, just keep practicing.

There are enough moves practiced tonight, Zhao Dafu simply sat on the ground with peace of mind, with all his heart turned to the sky, and breathed out with peace of mind.

Before I knew it, the sky was bright.

And he also woke up to the roar of an old man in exasperation.

"Zhao Dafu! Shi Biao! You...you...what a good thing you have done!"

Zhao Dafu rubbed his eyes, and greeted with a smile: "Good morning, Teacher Shi."