"Failed?" Chen Jinyuan asked when he saw Bai Wuxia shaking his head.
"I don't know. After Master's father traveled east to Japan, there was no news. After Master's martial arts became great, he secretly went to Japan several times to look for it. I just know that 60 years ago, Shiranui Mu-ryu was exterminated by several major sects in Japan.
, those major sects were often attacked by a mysterious person, and many masters within the sects were attacked by surprise, causing heavy losses, but that was all, and there was no other information at all."
After a long silence, Bai Wuxia continued, "Master's Wife is a very good person. She treats me like her own son. After Master's death, if it hadn't been for Master's support in the past few years, I would have been pushed out of office long ago.
In order to help me quickly improve my strength, my master taught me the Shiranui Mai-ryu ninjutsu that I could master quickly. However, she only taught me one move, the 'Flower Butterfly Fan', which I would not use unless absolutely necessary. Alas, today
But you were careless!" Bai Wuxia shook his head and sighed.
"Hey, Brother Xue, we were looking for you everywhere, but we didn't expect you to be here!" While the three of them were talking, a substandard Mandarin came out, and then a half-shirted man walked in.
It was Bamo Muxia, a loose cultivator from Daliang Mountain who lost the first match at the hands of Xue Qingshan.
"Brother Bamo, come and sit down!" Xue Qingshan also had a good impression of this strong man from the ethnic minority and greeted him enthusiastically to sit down.
After some introduction, several people quickly became familiar with each other.
"Brother Xue, your martial arts are very powerful, but we are not convinced by you. You are not as strong as us!" After drinking for a few times, everyone was a little bit stupid. Ba Momu looked at Xue Qingshan with a drunken look.
road.
"Ha, let's compete!" Xue Qingshan chuckled, feeling a little tipsy, and stretched out one hand on the table, ready to arm-wrestle with Ba Momu Xia.
Ba Mo chuckled, "Brother Xue, you are looking for trouble on your own, but you can't blame us. Let's make a deal first, whoever loses will drink this big pot of wine!"
"It's a deal! Just a jug of wine, that stuff tastes like drinking plain water. If you get another jug, I can fuck him down!" Xue Qingshan boasted.
The two of them clasped their hands together.
"Get ready! Start!" Chen Jinyuan waved his hand and shouted the command.
Peng.
Under Bamo Muxia's almost abnormal strength, Xue Qingshan's hand was pinned upside down on the stone table almost instantly. The stone table shook and was almost crushed.
"Hahaha, I told you that you couldn't do it, and you still bet with us! Have a drink!" Bamo Muxia let go of Xue Qingshan's hand, smiled happily, and pushed a pot of Erguotou on the stone table to Xue
In front of the green mountains.
Xue Qingshan also smiled casually and unambiguously. He picked up the wine bottle and drank it. He wiped the wine from his mouth and said, "I don't believe I can't break you again. Let's break it off with my left hand this time!" After saying that, he moved his left hand again.
stretched out on the table.
"Hehe! Brother Xue, you are hurting yourself!" Bamo smiled naively and said: "But there is no wine here, how can you bet?"
"You want some wine? I have plenty of it in my house. I'll keep it for you to enjoy!" Chen Jinyuan said.
After the two large jars of wine were served, the two began to break off their left hands again. The result was undoubtedly that even if Xue Qingshan used his internal strength, he still failed miserably and his left hand was almost broken off.
Xue Qingshan rubbed the hand that was pinched by Ba Mo and called him a monster. Ba Mo looked like a fool. He didn't expect that the power in his body was so terrifying.
After being given a few sips of wine by Ba Mo, Xue Qingshan couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing Ba Mo's proud look, Xue Qingshan smiled unconvincedly and said: "Don't be so proud, aren't you so strong? I'm so proud
Brother, I won't lose to you!" He burped and patted Chen Jinyuan's shoulder beside him.
"I said, Brother Xue, just make a bet, why do you involve me?"
"When my brother is in trouble, don't you have to stand up for him?"
Ba Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this. He had never met an opponent in terms of strength. "Brother Chen, come on, let's compete!" Ba Mo stretched out his big dark hand in front of Chen Jinyuan and said.
Chen Jinyuan also wanted to try Ba Mo's magical power, and smiled and said: "Same as before, whoever loses, let the remaining wine in this tank dry up!"
Bamo looked at the two small wine jars beside the table. One was still full, and the other was half-drinked by Xue Qingshan, but there were still several kilograms left. This was the half-full wine jar that Chen Jinyuan was talking about.
"Hurry up, come on, come on, come on, there's so much nonsense, if we lose, just drink it!" Bamo agreed without thinking.
"Let's make a deal first, don't use internal force!" Chen Jinyuan said.
"No, no, use internal force, what else do you call arm wrestling?"
Bamo's words made Xue Qingshan feel ashamed.
Chen Jinyuan smiled and took his hand. Bamo's hand was very big and rough, like a fan, and he grasped Chen Jinyuan's hand completely.
"Get ready! Start!" This time it was Bai Wuxia's slogan. Xue Qingshan's tongue was curled up and he couldn't pronounce the words clearly.
Immediately, Chen Jinyuan felt a huge force coming from him, and was secretly surprised. This force was probably two thousand kilograms, almost equivalent to the physical strength of a second-level heavenly warrior the day after tomorrow.
However, after Chen Jinyuan practiced sword fighting in a waterfall and swallowed a large amount of snake gallbladder, his arm strength almost increased to 5,000 kilograms, and it was only the strength of a human being. Bamo's strength of 2,000 kilograms was not enough to threaten Chen Jinyuan. Chen Jinyuan's arm tattoos
He didn't move at all, but Bamo's face turned red and his biceps bulged, obviously he was working hard.
"Brother Bamo, be careful of your waist!" Chen Jinyuan said with a smile.
Bamo suppressed his blush and said nothing, but he was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that Chen Jinyuan, who looked as thin as a Paigu Jingjing, could be so powerful. Even though he tried his best, he could still handle it with ease and remain calm.
Speak for yourself.
Chen Jinyuan slightly increased the strength of his hand, and Bamo found helplessly that his thick arm had been pressed down involuntarily, and the back of his hand was pressed tightly against the stone table.
"How come you have such great strength?" Ba Mo asked blankly. This strongman from Daliang Mountain couldn't accept it. He actually lost, and he lost in the aspect of strength he was best at.
"Hey, what, you're still not convinced? Brother Chen, give him a break!" Xue Qingshan said with a mouth full of alcohol.
"Okay, come on, I'll give you two!" Chen Jinyuan stretched out his hand and said to Bamo. The so-called "two" means that one party relies on its strength and holds the other's wrist when arm wrestling, instead of squeezing each other's palms.
In this way, Chen Jinyuan will undoubtedly suffer a lot.
This is a provocation. He used to provoke others like this, but he didn't expect that it would be someone else's turn to provoke him now. Bamo felt aggrieved and stretched out his big hand.
"If you still lose like this, do you see..." Xue Qingshan pointed at the two vats of wine, "These are all yours!"
Bamo gave Xue Qingshan a stunned look, "If we all lose like this, let alone this jar of wine, even if you let us swallow these two jars, we won't say a word!"
