Luo Li saw Zeng Weiqiang's right leg kicking, as fast as the wind, and this leg kicked quickly and quickly. He stepped back, his hands turned into claws, like a tiger going down the mountain, and grabbed the opponent's ankle with both hands.

Zeng Weiqiang kicked out. Seeing Luo Li dodged, his hands turned into tiger claws to grab. His right leg quickly landed on the ground and his left leg kicked rapidly. Luo Li raised a cross with both hands to block Zeng Weiqiang's bounced legs. Then he stepped forward, his body shaped like a tiger, and his tiger-shaped fist hit him straight out.

Zeng Weiqiang was not showing weakness and shouted: "Good come!" He kicked out, and Luo Li's fist hit the soles of his feet. Zeng Weiqiang took advantage of the force and fell backwards and landed smoothly on the ground. His eyes showed a look of surprise. His opponent was much stronger than he thought. Zeng Weiqiang's eyes showed an eager expression.

Once Luo Li hits out, there is no reason to stop.

He has never had a considerable opponent in his practice of Tiger Fist. He has fought several times, but he is all a hooligan who has no great ability. Now when he meets a master like Zeng Weiqiang, he doesn't want to miss this opportunity to compete and fight with the masters. The more he fights, the more he becomes, the more he plays chess, the more he plays chess, the more he becomes, the more he becomes.

If he had such an opportunity to fight against a master, it would be strange if he let it go. Luo Li hit the tiger-shaped fist again like a tiger-shaped fist, and the two of them fought together in an instant.

At the beginning, Luo Li's tiger-shaped fist was not so skillful, and he was forced to go crazy by Zeng Wei. But after just a while, he began to slowly reverse the decline and gradually resisted Zeng Weiqiang. After a while, he could already play equally with Zeng Weiqiang and occasionally gain the upper hand.

The soldiers watching the fun applauded the two from time to time. Lu Jingyi was dazzled and Luo Li and Zeng Weiqiang played differently.

Zeng Weiqiang made a clean and neat move. Every time he made a move, he was as fast as the wind, and he fought fiercely and fiercely, and was so fierce. Every time Luo Li made a move and counterattack, his whole body was majestic, like a tiger going down the mountain. His mouth made a tiger roar from time to time, which added a kind of masculine beauty to him.

Qiao Qiao was stunned: "Jingyi, is your brother so fierce? I seemed to see a little tiger. Oh my God, where did you find such a monster?"

A burst of sweetness surged in Lu Jingyi's heart. Luo Li's powerful aura made her love the more she looked at her. Thinking that this guy not only had such power when fighting, but was even more powerful when he was on the bed. Lu Jingyi felt that half of her body was numb. She bit her lower lip and gently "spit" herself. How could she think about these things? She glanced at the others. Fortunately, no one noticed her strange appearance. She quickly packed up her messy thoughts and looked at the two people on the field with concentration.

Luo Li and Zeng Weiqiang went back and forth, but they couldn't decide the winner for a while. After the two of them hit each other, they retreated at the same time. Zeng Weiqiang was gasping for breath, exhausted his strength and gasping for a lot of breath.

Luo Li could see that Zeng Weiqiang had overdrawn his physical strength. If he continued to fight, he was sure to beat Zeng Weiqiang down. He practiced the "Nine Yang Divine Art", and his true energy flowed naturally, and the more he fought, the more he became more and more energetic. Although his physical strength was consumed a lot, he was not like Zeng Weiqiang.

Luo Li was originally prejudiced against Zeng Weiqiang, but this kid was hugging Lu Jingyi just now. Luo Li was jealous and had no reason. Now that he had fought with Zeng Weiqiang for a while, he couldn't help but admire Zeng Weiqiang. This kid did have a few tricks.

Luo Li said: "If you continue to fight, you may not be able to win or lose. How about we take a break first?"

Zeng Weiqiang looked at Luo Li with complicated eyes. The other party obviously had no experience in fighting, but he couldn't do anything to the other party. Luo Li's boxing technique was amazing, and it was rare among his peers who could fight with him so many rounds.

Zeng Weiqiang knew in his heart that if he continued to fight, he would lose 60% of the reason. He was overdrawn so much. On the other hand, Luo Li's physical strength seemed to be endless. I really don't know where this kid got such strong physical strength at such a young age.

Now Luo Li has offered a truce, which is obviously a way to give him a way. Although Zeng Weiqiang was not convinced, he had been convinced by anyone in the fight, but today, he knew that he would never get any advantage if he continued to get entangled. If the other party gave him a way, he would be a fool if he didn't know how to politely.

"Since that's the case, let's take a break and then fight." Zeng Weiqiang took advantage of the situation and went down to the donkey.

Zeng Yi's guard had already brought wet towels for the two of them and handed them water.

Zeng Yi said: "I'm good at fighting, boy Luo, what kind of boxing are you practicing? Is it Xingyiquan? But your boxing technique is strange and said it is Xingyiquan, but there are differences here. Xingyiquan is not as strong as your boxing technique."

Luo Li replied: "Uncle Zeng, my boxing technique is called 'Tiger-shaped Fist', which is one of the twelve forms of Xingyiquan. My boxing technique was taught by a Taoist priest. I have practiced it since I was a child, and it may be different from the boxing techniques you have seen."

This guy doesn't need to write a manuscript at all. That's really easy to do. The explanation is reasonable and makes people unable to find faults.

Zeng Yi said: "There are some tricks."

At this time, Zeng Weiqiang also wiped his sweat dry, drank a bottle of water, and his physical strength recovered. He looked at Luo Li with a burning look, obviously still worried about not defeating Luo Li.

Why didn't Luo Li understand? He smiled and said, "Why, I haven't played enough? In my opinion, we can't tell the winner even if we play another hundred rounds. Should we compete at the table?"

Zeng Weiqiang was young after all, so he said without hesitation: "I haven't accepted anyone after drinking yet. How do you want to compare? The white ones are still beer, and I will accompany you to the end."

Luo Li said with a smile: "Whoever loses, how about the one who loses is called the eldest brother?"

"I'm afraid you won't?"

Zeng Weiqiang is indeed not afraid, and he is indeed a drinker. At the evening banquet, he and Luo Li each drank two pounds of white wine, and there were countless beers. Luo Li was originally a huge amount, and Zeng Weiqiang was not a coward, but after drinking, Zeng Weiqiang understood why this guy was drinking and drinking with Luo Li was definitely uncomfortable.

I don’t know how much beer I drank, but Zeng Weiqiang was still energetic, but he was helpless by Zeng Yi’s guards. Zeng Yi was so angry that he cursed: “I really lost my name. I miss who I used to drink when I was young? Boy Luo, come, I’ll drink with you.”

Zeng Yi also drank a lot of wine. Lu Jingyi hurriedly said, "Shuhan Zeng, you can drink some, don't drink that much. Do you think you are still old, and my dad drinks the same as you. He asked me to drink much anymore. You listen to me today and don't drink the last drink again."

Zeng Yi said: "Girl, let me drink with Xiaozi Luo, he poured my son down. I have to help the little rabbit get back the place. Our old Zeng family has never accepted anyone after drinking."

Good guy, this old man couldn't help but persuade him, and he was also drunk.

Luo Li saw Lu Jingyi wink at him. He understood what Lu Jingyi meant and frequently admitted defeat. This made Zeng Yi calm down. The Zeng family and his son were all drunk.

Lu Jingyi asked the guards to send the two men back to the bedroom to rest, and the adjutant arranged for someone to send Lu Jingyi, Luo Li and Qiao Qiao back to the city.

Lu Jingyi was fine. She didn't drink much wine tonight. She always watched Luo Li and Zeng Weiqiang fight for wine, but Qiao Qiao drank a lot. When the three of them returned home, Qiao Qiao fell into the house and fell asleep on the bed.

Luo Li looked at Lu Jingyi with a burning look, "Sister Qiao Qiao is drunk, you can sleep here tonight!" The meaning of this guy is self-evident.

Lu Jingyi bit her lower lip: "This is Qiao Qiao's family, are you crazy?"

"Or, let's go to the hotel!"

"Whoever goes to a hotel with you, I'm afraid you will be tormented to death."

Luo Li said with a smile: "You don't go to the hotel, you can't do it here. If you really can't do it, let's find a wilderness ridge, the sky is quilted and the ground is used as a bed, how about it!"

"When you go, you will talk nonsense!"

Luo Li grabbed Lu Jingyi's hand and said, "What I said is true. If you don't go, then here." He reached into Lu Jingyi's skirt with his big hand and said badly: "Sister Jingyi, you still said you don't want to, you're wet!"

"roll!"
Chapter completed!