Clang.
Zhang Huaiyi looked up and saw that a big man with bronze skin had just placed a wine jar half a man's height on his table.
The big man's eyes showed a fierce look, which made Zhang Huaiyi's heart tremble.
"Zhuang, strong man, we have something to talk about..."
"Junior Brother Zhang." Li Ding exhaled the breath of alcohol and said in a deep voice: "The last time we said goodbye, it felt like a lifetime ago. See you again today, and I will pay you a respectful tribute!"
"Eh?" Zhang Huaiyi was confused at first, and then turned around with sudden realization.
Sure enough, the senior brother behind him stood up.
Zhang Zhiwei showed a smile of reunion after a long absence, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Li, long time no see!"
He looked around and finally picked up the teapot from the table and held it in his hands.
"I fucked you with this."
"Haha, okay!" Li Ding smiled casually, hugged the wine jar and began to drink heavily.
The liquor was like a waterfall, but not a drop of it spilled outside. It entered Li Ding's stomach firmly.
Zhang Zhiwei held the teapot high, with the spout level with his lower lip.
He tilted the teapot slightly and made an inhalation gesture with his mouth.
The steamy tea first fell, then rose, drawing a beautiful arc, and flew to the mouth a foot away.
Everyone around them stopped what they were doing and looked at the two men intently.
After drinking ten pounds of wine, my stomach didn't feel bloated.
The other drank all the scalding tea, his mouth was not red, and he was not panting.
Li Ding and Zhang Zhiwei put down their hands at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and the people around them cheered loudly.
Russell clapped his hands, his eyes showing a strange look.
Uncle Li Ding knows how to do it, he can also do it, but he only needs to break down the wine and refine it into Qi.
He doesn't even need to sweat to get rid of excess water like Li Ding.
Russell can decompose it more completely and release pure water vapor out of the body just by breathing.
But Zhang Zhiwei's drinking of hot tea, just taking a long sip, is not something that can be done easily.
Moreover, Zhang Zhiwei did not make any swallowing movements.
In other words, the tea flies into the mouth and falls into the esophagus just right.
This strength, not even one point more or one point less, would be enough.
If it were him, Russell thought it would still be a bit difficult.
Half a jug of water is fine, but a full jug is far from enough.
Li Ding looked at Zhang Zhiwei with burning eyes, a look of admiration on his face, but there was still fighting spirit in his eyes.
"Junior Brother Zhang, good skills. However, I still want to compete with you again."
He turned to look at Tang Bingwen, cupped his fists and said, "Chief, is this okay?"
"No--"
"Hey, Old Tang." Zhang Jingqing interrupted urgently. He looked at Li Ding with a smile, and then his eyes swept over Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Huaiyi, Russell and all the juniors from the Tang clan.
"Let them practice together."
"If you don't ponder, you won't be able to achieve anything, and if you don't learn from each other, it's difficult to make progress. Are you right, Old Tang?"
"Old Zhang, your disciple, Zhang Zhiwei, right? You can almost compete with me, right?"
Tang Bingwen shook his head and laughed, "This is not a discussion, but a pointer."
"As you said, don't I still have an apprentice?" Zhang Jingqing pointed at Zhang Huaiyi, "This one can be beaten by anyone you want."
Zhang Huaiyi hesitated to speak because he saw the warning look in his master's eyes.
I still feel a little aggrieved in my heart.
He hasn't been hiding any money or tricks lately.
Why do you have to be pushed into the ring again?
"Then I don't want to." Tang Bingwen curled his lips, "You are more thoughtful than me now, and I can't scheme against you."
"That's it." Zhang Jingqing approached Tang Bingwen and said in a voice that only two people could hear:
"No matter what, you just need to let Russell meet my second apprentice. After that, as long as Russell's golden light spell is in full swing, I will pass on half of his thunder skills to him."
"There is no requirement to change the name." Zhang Jingqing added immediately.
"really?"
"a man of his words!"
"Okay!" Tang Bingwen stood up, "Since Li Ding has taken this initiative, let's just have fun."
"Anyone who wants to compete with the two senior disciples of Tianshi Mansion can come, regardless of their seniority."
Zhang Jingqing also stood up, "Zhiwei, Huaiyi, you two, no matter who comes, you have to follow, you understand?"
"Disciple understands." Zhang Zhiwei clasped his fists, his expression no different from before.
"Brother, I also understand." Zhang Huaiyi agreed bravely, his eyes couldn't help but move around, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The Tang Sect took action and was known for its insidiousness and ruthlessness.
If we were to face this group of murderous gods, would we lose arms and legs...
Zhang Zhiwei glanced sideways at his junior brother and put his hand on his shoulder, "Huaiyi, it's just a discussion, don't be so nervous."
"We don't use lightning techniques, and they don't know how to use killing moves. We just use force to make friends."
call--
"Senior brother is right." Zhang Huaiyi felt relieved and straightened up.
Russell's eyes moved slightly. He saw Tang Bingwen nodding slightly towards him, and he immediately understood what his family leader meant -
Don't worry, there are benefits and no losses.
very nice.
Russell's eyes fell on Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi. He also wanted to know how big the gap was between himself and the contemporary Yiren Xiao Chu.
After the rain, the weather begins to clear, which coincides with everyone having their fill of wine and food.
The martial arts training ground was filled with the fresh smell of earth, and a rainbow spanned the Nameless Mountain of Tangmen.
A bird chirped by, and when he saw the people below, he landed on a branch and watched curiously.
When Li Ding faced Zhang Zhiwei, he remembered the scene a few years ago when this kid knocked him down with the golden light spell.
From that day on, he never slacked off for a moment, either refining weapons or practicing Qi every day.
Although that scene has been forgotten after teaching Russell, I still have some expectations in my heart when I see Zhang Zhiwei again——
What if you can win?
Zhang Zhiwei stood there, his expression neither sad nor happy, like a dead tree that had just come into spring, full of life in the silence.
"Junior Brother Zhang, please!"
Li Ding's fists and palms met, making a crisp sound like thunder.
Black armor was wrapped all over his body, and he was like a wild bull, rushing towards Zhang Zhiwei.
Zhang Zhiwei moved at the moment Li Ding rushed forward.
The afterimage of the wide robe still remained in place, but the real body had already arrived in front of Li Ding.
It happened that at the moment when Li Ding lowered his left foot and his right foot was just exerting force, Zhang Zhiwei thrust in like a flying knife.
Zhang Zhiwei put his foot on Li Ding's right foot and pushed his right palm out from the shoulder level.
In Li Ding's eyes, the palm wrapped in golden light was like a mountain peak, wrapped in endless strong wind, suppressing it.
He just had to cross his arms in front of him.
when!
The moment Zhang Zhiwei's palm touched Li Ding, he retracted it and only exerted six points out of ten.
But Li Ding flew directly backwards, revealing a bright red palm print on his arm.
Not even a piece of the black-tipped armor that originally wrapped the arm fell to the ground, but was actually beaten to pieces.
Bang.
Tang Jiaren reached out to catch Li Ding, and the soles of his feet sank an inch deep.
He looked deeply at Zhang Zhiwei, then silently patted Li Ding's shoulder twice without saying a word.
Li Ding's head was a little dizzy, and he didn't wake up until now.
But there was no trace of depression, and the momentary defeat made him smile with relief.
Li Ding raised his hand to Zhang Zhiwei and said with relief, "Junior brother Zhang, thank you for your mercy."
"Brother Li, you're welcome." Zhang Zhiwei returned the greeting, his eyes as usual, without the slightest joy of victory.
"Okay, next time, Huaiyi, you come." Zhang Jingqing was the first to speak out, and then looked at Tang Bingwen.
"Ronaldo, go and try."
