The strong wine entered his throat, burning like fire, and Meng Tiangang's eyes lit up.
"That's really good wine." Meng Tiangang laughed boldly and said, "I traveled thousands of miles to visit Lingshan Mountain and came here to challenge the one-punch monk.
Being able to drink such a jug of good wine before a battle means a great victory. "
As he spoke, he continued to drink heavily.
"Little brother, can you give me something to drink too?" The young man standing next to Meng Tiangang swallowed and looked at Chu Xiu longingly.
Chu Xiu said expressionlessly: "The wine is poisonous."
The young man had a dark face and secretly cursed "cheapskate". He said with a smile on his face, "I'll drink the poison too."
Chu Xiu shook his head and threw the white gourd in his hand to the young man.
The young man picked up the white gourd and couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he thought about what his grandfather had just said, 'A box full of good wine, you give me the worst one.'
The gourd in his hand is the worst bottle of wine in Grandpa's mouth.
With a gourd of strong wine in his stomach, the smile on Meng Tiangang's face became more and more heroic.
"Boy, you do have some skills with wine."
Meng Tiangang looked at Chu Xiu and smiled confidently, "However, this little bit of poison can't do anything to me."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Really poisonous?
The young man looked at the white gourd in his hand, his face turned green.
Chu Xiu thought for a while, nodded and said: "Senior's strength is unpredictable. This junior's poisonous wine will definitely not be able to do anything to senior."
"You're an interesting kid." Meng Tiangang stared at Chu Xiu, as if he had some realization, "Do you rely on these spirits mixed with various hot and dry medicinal materials to suppress the cold poison in your body?"
Chu Xiu was shocked and asked in surprise: "Senior, can you tell that there is cold poison in this junior's body?"
The others all looked at Chu Xiu.
Xia Qingshan, Jiang Rou, and Xia Chuxue all thought of Chu Xiu's "first recovery from a serious illness."
The young man following Meng Tiangang looked at the white gourd in his hand, hesitating and tangled.
Meng Tiangang smiled and said: "In my perception, you are like a piece of warm jade."
"Senior, is there any way to help this junior get rid of this cold poison?" Chu Xiu asked directly.
"This..." Meng Tianzheng hesitated for a moment. He was a master of fists and palms, and his strength ranked tenth on the Xiaoyao Ranking. However, he had only scratched the surface of medicine and didn't know much.
"Then help senior win the victory." Chu Xiu said quietly.
"You kid..." Meng Tianzheng shook his head helplessly and said thoughtfully, "I drank a bottle of wine from you, so I will teach you a boxing technique."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Tianzheng threw back the black gourd in his hand and began to practice.
"This boxing technique is called Yan Mie, and it has seven styles."
Every time he practices a move, Meng Tiangang will announce the name of the move:
"The first form, Yanshan."
"Second style, Yan Hu."
"The third form, Yanlong."
"The fourth form, Flame God."
"The fifth form, Balrog."
"The sixth form, Emperor Yan."
"Seventh posture, flame destruction."
Meng Tiangang's fists were swung wildly, opening and closing with great force, and the space seemed to collapse from time to time.
The body is like a swimming dragon, flashing and leaping, the wind of the fist surges like a steaming heat wave, blazing like the sun.
The seven-style boxing technique contains many variations, one style is stronger than the other.
When he reached the seventh pose, Meng Tiangang's whole body was like a scorching sun, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Everyone was several feet away from Meng Tiangang, and they all felt the unspeakable heat.
Especially on the two fists, the strength, wind, momentum, and intention of the fists are all like the scorching sun, containing overwhelming power.
Finally, Meng Tiangang pushed with both hands, and a surging hot energy rushed straight towards Chu Xiu.
Chu Xiu stood still and clearly felt that there was a ray of hot Qi flowing through the meridians and acupoints in his body.
He knew that this was the route of each style of Yan Mie Fist.
After a while.
"Thank you, senior, for the gift of magical power." Chu Xiu cupped his hands and thanked him sincerely.
After just one look, he knew that this was an extremely superior boxing technique.
Meng Tiangang raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "You only remember it after reading it once?"
The young man also looked at Chu Xiu. He remembered that when he first learned Yan Mie Quan, it seemed to have taken him more than half a month before he could even get a glimpse of it.
"I just remembered the moves." Chu Xiu said truthfully, "As for the essence of the boxing technique, I still need to figure it out after I go back."
"I remember it too." Xia Chuxue said to herself, her eyes very bright.
"It's already pretty good."
Meng Tiangang smiled, then looked at Lingshan, his eyes shining brightly, "It's time for me to go up the mountain."
"Senior Meng."
At this moment, Xia Qingshan called out to Meng Tiangang.
Meng Tiangang squinted, his eyes indifferent.
Xia Qingshan smiled and said: "Junior Xia Qingshan, there is monkey wine in the house that has been collected for 270 years."
"Two hundred and seventy years of monkey wine?" Meng Tiangang's eyes suddenly brightened.
"This junior lives in the Xia Mansion in Lingshan County." Xia Qingshan said with a smile, "If senior is interested, you can come to this junior's house. I am willing to give senior a jar of monkey wine."
"Just giving away wine?" Meng Tiangang sneered.
Xia Qingshan looked as usual and said: "In addition to the 270-year-old Hou'er wine, there are also 240-year-old Wuquan wine, 190-year-old Sangluo wine, and 150-year-old Wuquan wine in the junior house. New year’s Tusu wine…”
Meng Tiangang and the young man couldn't help but swallowed.
Even Chu Xiu felt that his lips were a little dry.
"My Xia family has been in the medicine business for generations, and the best wine is not monkey wine." Xia Qingshan continued, "I wonder if your seniors have ever heard of 'a cup of wine that will keep me drunk for a thousand days, and I will forget my worries'?"
"..."
Meng Tiangang clenched his fists and his eyes turned red.
Forget about the wine!
Legend has it that it is a unique wine brewed from 108 kinds of precious medicinal materials.
"Do you have Wangyou Wine in your house?" Meng Tiangang's voice was slightly hoarse. As far as he knew, among the nineteen states in the world, only the royal family of Daqian and Suzaku Academy had Wangyou Wine in their collections.
"Juniors are waiting for you, seniors." Xia Qingshan said with a smile.
"My husband wants this expert who is ranked tenth on the Xiaoyao Ranking to take action against the Red Flame Clam..." Jiang Rou secretly thought. From the moment her husband Xia Qingshan called out to Meng Tiangang, she had guessed her husband's plan.
"It seems that I can't refuse." Meng Tiangang smiled boldly and strode up the mountain.
"My name is Meng Xiaochuan, what's your name?" The young man following Meng Tiangang glanced at Chu Xiu and introduced himself.
"Chu Xiu." Chu Xiu said, glancing at the white gourd in Meng Xiaochuan's hand, "This pot of wine contains only great tonics and is not poisonous. You can drink it with confidence."
"It's not poisonous?" Meng Xiaochuan's eyes lit up and he grinned, "Thank you then."
