The mad woman seemed to know Drunken Boxing very well. When he saw that Wu Song was just holding a wine jar in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a hint of sarcasm.
"Drunken Master has always said that the more drunk you are, the stronger your strength will be."
"With this small jar of wine in your hand, anyone who can drink even a little bit would have a hard time getting drunk, let alone displaying the true strength of Drunken Fist."
"Boy, seeing you looking so stupid, I'm afraid your master will jump out of his grave."
While the mad woman was scolding, Wu Song had already drank a whole jar of wine.
Because there was a certain distance between Wu Song and the mad woman, the mad woman did not know what kind of wine Wu Song was drinking.
And when Wu Song threw the wine jar away, and as the wine jar fell to the ground and fell into pieces, an extremely rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the air.
Crazy women usually drink, and they drink harder than ordinary people.
That's because her last body was full of alcohol and pleasure.
So the moment she smelled the aroma of the wine, the crazy woman realized something was wrong.
Because this wine is more fragrant and stronger than any wine she has ever drunk before!
At this moment, Wu Song's body stood on the same spot and began to shake slightly.
At the same time, the surface of his originally bronze skin also showed a very special red color.
Beads of sweat appeared slightly in the pores, and even the air seemed to be carrying the aroma of wine.
As Wu Song's body swayed from side to side, he gradually became filled with a strong aura that made people afraid to approach him.
The crazy woman stared at Wu Song and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"
"Why do you smell so strong of alcohol after just one drink?"
Wu Song snorted coldly: "When you get to the underworld, King Yama will naturally tell you!"
The moment the words fell, Wu Song rushed towards the mad woman like a leopard.
Seeing Wu Song being so reckless, the crazy woman couldn't help but snort.
Her ten fingers moved slightly, and the claws, which were sharper than knives, were like bamboo slices, making a creepy sound.
"Trash, drunken fist has been passed down for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect it to be this move!"
As she spoke, the mad woman's right hand moved from top to bottom, grabbing Wu Song who was rushing over, and five sharp rays flashed in the air.
Seeing that Wu Song was about to be caught by the claws, at the critical moment, Wu Song suddenly turned like a motorcycle!
It actually centered on the mad woman, "swished" around the mad woman, and slid behind her.
"Monkey on the tree!"
Wu Song's tall and strong body suddenly became extremely flexible at this moment.
He rushed forward quickly, and his right foot directly hooked the mad woman's waist like a monkey's tail, and his body swayed around the mad woman.
The shaking was so violent that the mad woman was thrown flying by Wu Song.
The crazy woman rolled rapidly in mid-air. Although she had not learned the perverted Qing Kung Fu of "March 3", she could bounce back very quickly as long as she lightly stepped on the leaves above the treetops.
He pounced towards Wu Song below!
Wu Song's body swayed slightly. It looked like he was going to rise backwards, but the moment the mad woman stretched her claws in front of him, he sank rapidly at a very weird angle!
His body suddenly leaned forward and fell to the ground. Then he supported the ground with both hands and quickly stood upside down. With a "bang!" sound, his feet kicked the crazy woman's stomach hard.
"Monkey worships the moon!"
Wu Song's kick was very hard.
The crazy woman was spinning rapidly in the air. Before she could stabilize her body, a hand suddenly reached out from below and grabbed her ankle.