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The eyes of these two men were sharp, and their temples were high and prominent.

While walking, the dragon walks like a tiger, with a good momentum.

By no means an ordinary person, but a real Lianjiazi.

Lu Chen squinted his eyes, observed them, and saw their cultivation at a glance.

Both are true warriors.

At the same level as him, they are all dark warriors, even if their strength is not as smooth as his, there is not much difference.

"A character like this is a master anywhere, but he was invited by Lin Shu and his group of dandy disciples? Hmph, but so what, as a warrior, I don't even have this arrogance, and I am willing to be such a dandy." I'm afraid that my disciple's lackey has practiced all of his kung fu into the stomach of a dog, even if the level of martial arts is the same as mine, I won't take it to heart."

There was more contempt in Lu Chen's eyes.

It's not that he's arrogant.

Rather, he has confidence in what he insists on.

He makes sense, these people don't.

What is there to be afraid of?

Lin Shu plucked up his courage, and when he was five meters in front of Lu Chen, he never dared to step forward again, and hummed, "If you have any last words, please say it quickly, and don't blame the young master for bullying the widowed and widowed so much today. Mom is so ignorant of current affairs, she insists on going against the young master and me."

Lu Chen smiled faintly and only shook his head.

"Then go to die."

Lin Shu waved his hand, and was about to call someone to do it.

But Lu Chen stretched his waist and said with a smile: "Don't worry, tonight is still very long, we have plenty of time to play slowly, it's rare to have so many mallets for me to hit, for me, it is definitely a It's something worth celebrating. Young Master Lin, you are so rich, do you mind buying me a few bottles of wine first?"

Lin Shu sneered and said, "Why, haven't you always been a tiger, now that you are afraid of death, want to drink some wine to strengthen your cowardly courage?"

Lu Chen didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

This kind of talk is meaningless.

"Okay, I will treat you to a few bottles of road wine."

Perhaps it was to show the grace and generosity of his noble children.

Lin Shu really waved his hand, and someone brought a case of wine, not foreign wine, but a special case of Moutai, a total of thirty bottles.

Lu Chen didn't talk nonsense, he opened a bottle and drank it, devoured it, but in an instant, he took one bottle into his stomach, and then the second bottle...

He drank three bottles, which was three catties.

His face was red, his eyes were blurred, and his steps became staggering.

"Drink enough, then please go on the road!"

Lin Shu snorted coldly, waved his hand, and dozens of bastards with cold weapons rushed towards Lu Chen, screaming.

However, Lu Chen didn't seem to notice, he was still drinking, and his steps became more sloppy and staggering, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

"go to hell!"

A big bastard, holding a watermelon knife, slashed at Lu Chen directly.

Lin Shao said in advance that whoever takes this kid's life will be rewarded with 100 million yuan!

Don't worry about getting a lawsuit.

This group of rich second generations headed by Lin Shao has terrifying family energy. In this bar where all surveillance is turned off, no one will come in. If a little policeman with no background is killed, there will never be anyone. trouble.

However, Lu Chen fell down, not only dodged his knife, but also crashed into his arms.

The shoulder shrank and flicked, followed by an explosion!

ka ka ka-

This person's entire chest collapsed, spurting blood wildly, and fell backwards, bringing down several people, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive.

"A trash-like thing, dare to disturb the young master to drink, do you want to die?"

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, he didn't even look at the guy who was knocked into the air by him, he was still drinking.

"This...is the Drunken Eight Immortals?"

The two warriors looked at each other with seriousness in their eyes.

In Chinese martial arts, there has always been a saying that the southern boxing is the northern leg, and the drunken boxing is an extremely powerful branch of the southern boxing.

The most famous of these is the Drunken Eight Immortals.

Huang Feihong, a master-level warrior during the Republic of China, was a master here.

Those bastards were quite brave, plus there were so many people, even though one of them was dropped by Lu Chen in seconds, they were not afraid and rushed forward.

This is to crush directly by the number of people.

"Good wine, good wine! Haha, haha!"

Lu Chen laughed loudly. After drinking the fourth bottle, he threw the bottle at the head of the first guy. He threw it very accurately, and the force was terrifying. This person didn't react at all. Hearing a slap, his face was covered with flowers, and he fell straight to the ground.

"You sticklers, do you think the young master is trying to coax others with alcohol?"

Lu Chen's drunken eyes were blurred, and his arrogance burst into the sky:

"I drank the blood of a man's chest, and expressed the generosity of a hero!"

He pointed at this group of ferocious bastards: "I think you are all the ones who f***ing up and sell their heads, come on, get a punch from me!"

He strode forward, his body turned from stillness, and only in a flash, the speed was so fast that it even surpassed the human's dynamic vision, causing afterimages.

"Mountain, the horse is riding fast and the whip is not under the saddle. Looking back in shock, I am three feet and three feet away from the sky!"

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of someone and punched him out.

"Young master's first punch is called Bengshan! Taishan's old man collapsed, so he can't hit you with a stick?"

This punch, with the sound of whistling wind, has the potential of thunder.

It's not so much a punch as it is a cannonball!

boom--

This person was directly blown away, his entire chest collapsed, and under the impact of the punch, the clothes on his back burst apart.

"Mountains, overwhelming seas and rivers, rolling huge billows. Galloping fast, tens of thousands of horses are still fighting!"

He took a step, moved one by one, dodged seven or eight knives that were slashed at him, and appeared in front of another person, continuing to punch.

"Master's second punch is called Po Jun! Thousands of troops can be smashed to pieces, what the hell are you?"

The fist wind was violent.

A punch to the man's temple.

This person's eyeballs were bulging, and he didn't even groan, so he was directly beaten to death, and he was punched to the opposite wall. The whole person was pressed against the wall, and hovered for a while before falling to the ground.

"This...beating people is like hanging a painting! This is the realm only a small martial arts master can have!"

The two warriors looked at them in astonishment and surprise, and there was some fear in their eyes.

Obviously judging from the sense of aura, Lu Chen should be in the same state as them. He is a dark martial artist. Why did his strength rise to a higher level after drinking a little wine, becoming a Hua Jin martial artist?

A martial artist who transforms strength, his whole body is full of strength, and he can already carry Xiao Zhoutian. He is called a small master in the martial arts world. In this era of martial arts decline, he is already a top powerhouse.

If it is said that it is quite difficult for a dark force warrior to fight one against a hundred, then the little master of Huajin cannot be crushed simply by numbers.

A martial artist who transforms energy, has a smooth energy, and is carrying Xiao Zhoutian at any time, and the energy cycle goes back and forth, endlessly, and it is difficult to be exhausted in a battle of this level.

In other words, the sea of ​​people tactics can no longer be of much use to the little master of Huajin.

"Mountain, pierced through the blue sky and the crown is still intact. The sky is about to fall, so lean on it!"

Lu Chen continued to punch, and immediately seven or eight strong men groaned miserably, vomited blood, and fainted to death.

"Master's third punch is called Kaitian! Even if the Heavenly King Laozi is in front of me, I just want him to punch me!"

He looked up to the sky and howled, but instead of retreating, he rushed into the crowd on his own initiative, just like a very hungry lone wolf rushing into the flock of sheep.

The picture is miserable.

Naturally, it wasn't Lu Chen who was miserable, but this group of bastards.

They originally thought they were cruel, but compared to Lu Chen at this moment, they were all lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

A wolf is also a wolf.

No matter how many sheep there are, they are still only sheep.

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