Chapter 343, I feel like you are insulting me!

Fang Yan dared not underestimate the enemy.

No one dares to underestimate the enemy.

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

With a spoon, you can throw a Milky Way. The Milky Way is like a silver dragon, becoming a solidified whole, rising from the large tank and rushing towards Fang Yan.

This is the most arrogant collision, so arrogant that it does not require any skills.

Because of the strong smell of alcohol in the burning knife, this silver dragon was filled with the domineering dragon and the murderous intent of the knife.

Dragons are the most powerful and proud creatures in the world. Those who block me will die, and those who block me will die. Although this is a wine dragon, although the strength of this dragon is greatly reduced compared to the real one, for the insignificant humans, they still have the ability to destroy wither and decay.

boom--

The dragon head hit Fang Yan, and the small silver dragon opened its bloody mouth as if it was about to swallow Fang Yan.

Whoosh!

When the heart of Tai Chi rotates, the realm of Tai Chi will naturally unfold.

Even Fang Yan's subconscious mind felt that he was in danger and his body automatically responded.

In the Tai Chi realm, this silver dragon is clearer and has a more fierce momentum.

Fang Yan could clearly see the crystal clear water drops. These countless violent water droplets formed this water dragon restlessly, singing passionate battle songs, and opening his teeth and claws to prepare for the battle.

Fang Yan stretched out a finger.

The finger did not block the dragon head because the impact force of the dragon head would break or break his finger.

His fingers pointed at the dragon ridge in the middle of the dragon's body. The rebounding force on the dragon ridge was amazing, and he almost bounced its fingers away.

Fang Yan was quite stubborn and stabbed a big hole in the dragon ridge.

Slash the Dragon Ridge!

Kill the snake and hit seven inches, and cut the dragon's ridge.

Bang!

The silver dragon was divided into two parts, and the energy in the middle was no longer coherent, and it was impossible to support the operation of the entire silver dragon, and the dragon body exploded.

The raindrops were flying, and Fang Yan opened his mouth and sucked the splashing wine.

"Good wine." Fang Yan praised loudly. "Everything is eliminated, only wine and poetry are left."

"How can you drink without a tool?"

Mo Qingdi reached out to pat the tank, and the half-human-high wine tank under his feet actually rose from the ground and smashed towards Fang Yan.

Fang Yan stepped on the plum blossom step and stretched forward with one hand. When the wine jar was about to hit, he took a step forward and patted his right hand on the edge of the wine port.

A magnificent atmosphere came from the wine jar, repelling Fang Yan's guidance and control. This is not the gravity of the wine jar, but the residual flowing energy that does not underestimate the enemy to pat on it.

Fang Yan patted the cylinder with one hand and his body rotated rapidly.

He stepped on the twelve palaces of plum blossoms, and the wine jar was also waving like a top.

Huhuhu--

The wind roared and the snow flew.

The young man in the green shirt carried the tank and showed his skills, and his heroic posture was full of elegance and freedom.

After feeling that all the force he had slapped the old alcoholic on the wine jar was released, Fang Yan had fully controlled the wine jar.

boom!

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

Fang Yan opened his mouth wide and swallowed wildly.

The wine flew down quickly, and Fang Yan drank quickly. No matter how fast he drank, he could not pour it quickly with a large tank. So a large amount of wine was poured on Fang Yan's face, head, clothes, and neck, and he became a wine man.

call--

After taking a big mouthful, Fang Yan felt satisfied and threw the large jar of hundreds of pounds to the old drunkard.

The old drunkard took the big jar and raised his head to take a sip. The difference is that he poured slowly and drank heroically, but no drop of wine overflowed and would not waste any waste at all.

The old alcoholic drinker drank very long and very long. Fang Yan was also used to his drinking method.

boom--

The old drunkard reached out and patted the wine jar, and the wine jar fell back to its original place.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Fang Yan smiled comfortably, and the old drunkard smiled comfortably.

In a century of life, having a few confidants accompany you to drink and eat meat is the greatest pleasure.

The wild cat in the corner was scared away, and the mice stealing wine were frightened. Even the snowflakes flying in the wind did not dare to approach.

"From point to line, is this the evolved Tai Chi heart?" The old drunkard didn't look at Fang Yan, turned around and walked towards the cottage. He picked up a wine gourd from a corner, took a bite, and sat down on the lounge chair under the eaves of the corridor.

The recliner is made of bamboo, because of excessive friction, it can no longer see its original color, but the body of the chair is shiny and has an oily brilliance.

"Is that okay?" Fang Yan said proudly. Before he had no Tai Chi heart, he saw whether the mountain was still a mountain, whether it was water or water. There was a green mountain in front of him, and that was a green mountain.

However, after having the heart of Tai Chi, the mountains I see are not only mountains, but also mountains, forests, rivers, rugged rocks, flowers, birds singing, and tigers roaring.

That was the state before Fang Yanqiao's family escaped, and the old drunkard was very familiar with this.

At the Battle of Yijian Peak, Fang Yan and the Dongyang Sword God's life-and-death battle, and the Tai Chi heart changed again at the critical moment.

If it was still a mountain, the mountains, forests and rivers he saw became pictographic lines. The rugged rocks were lines, and the flowers bloomed and birds were singing were lines. The lines were dynamic, just like an electronic map, from the starting point to the end point, allowing Fang Yan to clearly see the process of flowers blooming and fading.

This is the upgraded Tai Chi heart.

The Tai Chi Heart has developed to this point. What will be the next change? What will its next upgrade look like?

Fang Yan doesn’t know!

"The heart of Tai Chi has grown, but the alcohol tolerance has not grown." The old alcoholic drinker drank another sip of wine and said. He can now not eat for three days, but not for a day without alcohol. His heart is trapped in a demonic way, and his life is in a bad state, and he looks very miserable.

"It depends on whom I compare with," said Fang Yan. "Of course there is no way to compare with you and Ye Wenrou, but compared with those outside, I am also an ever-winning general in the bar."

The old drunkard could not entertain him. He ran into the house and found Zhang Si's stool to move it out. He placed the stool next to the old drunkard. The two sat under the eaves and drank and enjoyed the snow, talking about Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart.

"You are walking in front of us." The old drunkard said softly. If he didn't put the sound into his ears, he would be blown away by the wind. "My Tai Chi Heart wonton is like a piece of barren land. No grass grows, it is exhausted and cracked. The cuts are like a smile of mocking, except for the ability to receive ridicule and despair, the particles are not harvested."

"What you have experienced is something I have not experienced, and the people who can have the Tai Chi heart of the Fang family are nothing more than you and me. I have no experience to give you, so I can only rely on you to explore it yourself - this is very difficult and dangerous. But I am not worried about you at all."

"Do you think I'm extremely talented?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I mean - your luck is really good." said the old drunkard. "After being beaten for ten years, you can actually realize the heart of Tai Chi. It is such a shameful thing to skip class and escape, because of the sudden escalation of Tai Chi's heart, after returning, he became the object of praise and praise for countless people - saying that he was breaking a winding path. It really makes people blush."

Fang Yan laughed, no matter how the old drunkard attacked him, he felt that he was praising him. Their relationship was both teachers and friends, and there was almost no secret.

"Luck is also a kind of strength." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I have defeated the Eastern Sword God. Who dares to say that I am not strong? In the past, Ye Wenrou wanted to beat me every time she saw me. Today I went directly to their Ye family to challenge - hey, guess what? No one in the Ye family dared to come out to fight."

Fang Yan shook his head gently and said, "I'm lonely and desperate for defeat. It's hard to find an opponent in this Yanziwu."

The old alcoholic knew Fang Yan’s idea, and he deliberately said such words to stimulate himself.

Unfortunately, if such stimulation can regain his strength, why should he be so depressed?

The mind of Tai Chi is not only hard to practice, but also sudden enlightenment. It is better to achieve enlightenment overnight than to stand in a ten-year position, which is about Tai Chi.

Success is the heart of Tai Chi, and defeat is the heart of Tai Chi.

The old drunkard drank on his own, but he disagreed with Fang Yan's words and said, "You can talk to Ye Wenrou about this matter, maybe she can help you."

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

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

"Yes. I also invited her to have a sumptuous lunch and drank your favorite charcoal." Fang Yan said with a proud look on his face. "We have now resolved our past grudges, turned our enemies into friends, and wiped out our grudges with a smile."

"Relieve past grudges? Turn enemies into friends?" The old drunkard looked at Fang Yan with drunken eyes and said, "The hatred is gone, and my grace is still there."

"I understand, I understand." Fang Yan said. "I only learned about this when I came back this time. It turns out that my grandfather went to the Ye family to provoke each year in the competition between Ye Wenrou. What he said was too much. Who would he beat if he didn't beat him?"

"I have beaten me up for ten years with my patience, so I will naturally remember the kindness of these ten institutes-"

"It's not about being patient," said the old drunkard. "It's about enduring disgust. Anyone who has done the same thing for ten years is a disgusting thing-"

"—How can witness the rise of a genius be a disgusting thing? I think she should be full of accomplishment."

"Every time you have a big competition, you will be beaten so hard that your father and mother crawl into the table and climb onto the chair and hold someone else's calves and ask your aunt to spare your life - who will be full of accomplishment because of conquering such an opponent?"

"I feel like you are insulting me." Fang Yan said.

"Your feeling is not wrong," said the old drunkard.

"If it weren't for the fact that I had something to ask you next, I would have to challenge you-" Fang Yan said viciously.

Then, he looked at the old drunkard with a flattering face and said, "Senior Brother, will I introduce an old friend to meet you?"
Chapter completed!