Yu Liancheng said: "You want to hit me?"
"That's right." He Zhizhang nodded: "Not only will I slap you, but I will also punish you with thirty years of hard labor. You must do whatever I ask you to do."
"Oh, you have convicted me of three major crimes, and I will also condemn you. Pretending to be a drunkard despite being a confused drunkard is the first major sin. Instructing your servants to intentionally hurt others is the second major sin."
Yu Liancheng's face turned solemn: "Actually, these two major sins are nothing, but you dared to be rude to me and bumped into me. This is your third major sin. And this sin is unpardonable."
"How brave. A mere civilian dares to be rude to me. Damn it! You really deserve to die!"
He Zhizhang slapped the table and his whole body flew up. He seemed to be really drunk, as if he was about to fall down at any time, but it happened very quickly, incredibly fast.
His right hand has been stretched out, and the index finger, middle finger, and thumb are held empty, as if he is holding a wine glass, and as if he is holding someone else's throat. The offensive is between virtual and real, mysterious.
His skills were the famous "Seven Drunk Killers" that were famous back then. They looked like drunk but not drunk, like a dream but not a dream. They changed strangely and could kill with one strike.
"You want a drink? Okay, I'll give it to you."
Yu Liancheng raised his wrist, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly shot out. The flying star cold stone slab shot towards He Zhizhang, and a surge of breath came out. It was as if what was thrown was not a wine glass, but a big stone.
He Zhizhang's expression changed slightly, but he did not retreat. His right arm grew long and he suddenly grabbed the wine glass in his hand.
But the powerful and violent energy suddenly burst out from the wine glass, making his arms tremble, and he couldn't help but fall from the air. He took several steps back before the terrifying energy was resolved.
The wine glass was crushed by him unknowingly, and the wine flowed down his palm.
Yu Liancheng shook his head and said: "It's a shame that you claim to be the Immortal of Wine, but you can't even catch a wine glass."
"Okay, okay, you actually dare to arrest me." He Zhizhang picked up the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth, his eyes becoming more and more drunk. Immediately, he exerted force with both palms and pushed hard onto the table where the cups and plates were littered. He flipped it over and smashed it towards Yu Liancheng's head.
Yu Liancheng sneered, spun in the air, kicked his right foot, and smashed the table in half like a heavy hammer. Food and wine flew everywhere, all over the floor.
The moment the table broke open, He Zhizhang's sleeves were bulging and his inner energy was full. He stumbled towards Yulian City as if he was drunk, and swatted out with his hands. The seemingly ordinary moves contain more than thirty variations, each of which is unpredictable, and each of which contains fatal murderous intent.
"Amitabha, if you have something to talk about, you have to fight. This matter has nothing to do with the monk. You close the door and fight slowly."
The honest monk put his arms around his table, and flew out of the door with the table and the person: "Monk is usually very poor, and it is not easy for him to have a good meal, but you can't let it be ruined by you."
On the other side, although Yu Liancheng neutralized He Zhizhang's offensive, he couldn't help but praise: "The seven killers lying drunk in Liuyun, only the drinker left his name to be passed down. It is indeed an amazing secret skill."
He Zhizhang burped: "Okay, very good. Anyway, you finally have some insight."
But Yu Liancheng shook his head: "Not good, not good at all."
He Zhizhang asked doubtfully: "Why is it bad?"
Yuliancheng said: "You are not good at all, your moves are too cruel. Among the seven killers of Drunk Wo Liuyun, you only understood the meaning of "killing". Drunk Wo Liuyun is misty, free and unrestrained, but they are all just flowing. on the surface.”
He Zhizhang's face sank: "Okay, okay, this minister cherishes talents and keeps his hands on everything. In this case, I can't help you if I don't show you my abilities."
The others fell out again, no matter their moves or movements, they looked like drunkards who didn't know martial arts and were going crazy with alcohol. East and west, it's completely confusing.
But Yu Liancheng saw it through. Not only did he see through it, but he was able to dodge it every time.
When twenty came over, there was cold sweat on He Zhizhang's forehead. Because he was just like the eight big men before, no matter how he tried, he couldn't even touch Yu Liancheng's sleeves.
But unfortunately, Yu Liancheng hasn't made a move yet.
"Okay, I've already seen your Seven Drunk and Flowing Cloud Killers, now it's your turn to take a look at my Jade Luo Qingyan Palm."
After another ten moves, Yu Liancheng let out a soft drink, and his arms suddenly moved. A pair of palms glowing with jade light were already covering the sky and the earth. Just like the clear wind and flowing clouds, nothingness is unpredictable. It has actually reached the point where the antelope hangs its horns and no trace can be found.
Outside the house, the honest monk ate the last piece of fried tofu with a look of satisfaction.
At this moment, there was a muffled sound in the house, and the whole room seemed to tremble.
A figure has fallen out of the window. His face is pale, his jade crown is broken, his hair is disheveled, and he is in a miserable state. It is not He Zhizhang or someone else.
Another figure shot out like black lightning. Just as He Zhizhang stood up, the figure had already crashed into his arms like a swallow throwing itself into the forest. Suddenly, his whole body was thrown away, and the sound of broken bones could be faintly heard.
"I've already told you that your practice of 'Seven Drunken and Flowing Cloud Killers' is so poor, why don't you believe it? It's the mind that is drunk, not the body. The 'killing' comprehension is decent, but it's far from perfect. It’s a one-hit kill. With a good skill, you can only exert half of its power at most, which is a pity.”
Yu Liancheng slowly walked to He Zhizhang and lifted him up.
He Zhizhang wanted to struggle, but Yu Liancheng's palm force was released. His face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't even lift a finger.
"Although you want to slap me a hundred times and make me serve thirty years of hard labor. But I don't have the time, and I don't want to accept a grown man as a servant."
Yu Liancheng's detective picked up a jar of wine and poured it into He Zhizhang's mouth. He drank the whole jar of wine before stopping: "Zhizhang is riding a horse like a boat. He is dazzled and falls asleep under the water. You have drunk so much wine. It's time to rest."
Hearing a "dong" sound, he had thrown He Zhizhang into a dry well.
"Not only did I not punish you, I also asked you to drink well and sleep well. I am really a good person."
This He Zhizhang couldn't raise his energy, and he had been seriously injured in the previous fight with Yu Liancheng. This fall was probably a bad one. If he had hit the ground head first, he would have suffered a concussion even if he didn't lose his life.
Yu Liancheng suddenly had a thought in his mind and murmured to himself.
"This guy seems to be here to test me. I don't know if I passed the test or failed."
He glanced at Monk Lao Shi, who suddenly became excited and said, "I've passed it, I've definitely passed it. The little old man just likes young heroes like you. If you go to see him, he will be very happy."
