Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1156

Because of Mo Xian's actions, he seemed to have temporarily integrated into the tavern.

However, it is only temporary.

"Rookie, you are very good." Seeing that Mo Xian was able to stand up with his own strength, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the strong man.

Even he, after drinking this glass of Xifeng wine, felt a little groggy.

It seems that because the physical body has been strengthened many times, although the strong smell of alcohol is rampant in his body, Mo Xian does not feel much discomfort.

As for vomiting blood, it would never happen to him.

On the contrary, the feeling of being ecstatic and light as a swallow is not bad.

"Miss Boss, here are two glasses!" The brawny man seemed to be fighting with Mo Xian, and ordered two more glasses of Xifeng wine.

After tasting the sweetness, Mo Xian was unambiguous, and drank it clean in one gulp.

Just now he heard that this wine is not cheap, nearly one thousand gold coins a glass.

This is equivalent to drinking gold coins. Anyway, if someone invites him, he won't mind.

Soon, Mo Xian and the strong man drank three cups each.

The strong man seemed to be unable to take it anymore, he staggered and shook his head, and his breathing became much heavier.

Mo Xian also felt a little dizzy in his head, and everything around him seemed far away.

"Rookie, drink well. Since I'm so happy today, I'll put on a show to cheer you up." The strong man hiccupped and laughed wildly with drunken eyes.

"Wrist wrestling, wrist wrestling..." As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately started booing.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, everyone has obviously become irritable.

The people here are all hot-tempered and will not swallow their anger. It is normal for conflicts to occur.

However, fighting is not allowed in this tavern, so the simple and rough exercise of arm wrestling came into being.

Although simple and rude, it is also the most direct and effective way.

"Miss Boss, borrow a table." The brawny man was clearly in high spirits, and immediately began to make a fuss.

Soon, a table was vacated.

The coquettish shopkeeper was leaning lazily on a pillar, looking at Mo Xian with great interest, and there was faint curiosity and bewilderment in the depths of his seductive eyes.

And under the counter, there is a portrait, the figure on it is slowly disappearing, it seems that it is Mo Xian.

In the corner, Sun Yang also looked at Mo Xian with a sneer on his face.

Wrestling his wrists, that strong man would definitely break Mo Xian's slender arm.

"Rookie, do you dare to come?" The strong man walked to the table and sat down first, looking at Mo Xian provocatively.

"Why don't you dare!" Relying on his drunkenness, Mo Xian ignored the dissuasion of Xiong Feng and others, and sat down opposite the strong man.

In this way, the contrast between him and the strong man became even more obvious.

A strong man is like a big mountain, and Mo Xian is just a small grass at the foot of this mountain.

"Rookie, don't worry, I will definitely unscrew your arm." The strong man approached Mo Xian and said with a sinister smile.

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to it!" Mo Xian smiled lightly and shrugged noncommittally.

The two put their hands on the table one after another, and a volunteer warrior stepped forward to act as the referee for this time.

"Three, two, one, start!"

After the referee counted down to three, Mo Xian and the strong man began to hold hands tightly together, and each began to exert strength.

I saw that the muscles on the strong man's arms were like stone bumps, pushing up the loose clothes.

In contrast, Mo Xian looked a little pitiful, his frail arm was like a hemp pole, which seemed to be easily broken.

"I don't know how many sections this kid's arm will be divided into, I guess it's three sections!"

"I think it's definitely five festivals!"

"What you said is wrong, I think it will be broken into ten knots!"

"Idiot, ten knots is broken, that's broken!"

For a while, the surroundings were noisy.

This strong man may not be the strongest, but he is definitely good at arm wrestling.

Mo Xian also noticed that the opponent's strength was not so strong, and he could almost catch up with Yan.

Soon, the faces of the two became even redder, and where the hands touched, there were obvious lines of strength visible to the naked eye spreading.

"Bang bang..."

Amidst the muffled sound, the clothes on the arms of Mo Xian and the strong man burst open, completely presenting the strong contrast in front of everyone.

"Boy, the strength isn't bad, but it's not enough for me!" The brawny man grinned grinningly, the muscles on his arms swelled up again, and the veins on it kept moving, as if they were about to burst.

Then, Mo Xian's arm was slowly pressed down.

"Really!" Mo Xian's face turned cold, and the contract totem in his hand suddenly lit up.

Then, his arm quickly lifted the strong man's arm, instantly reversed the situation, and smashed the strong man's arm on the table.

Because the strength was too strong, the huge figure of the strong man flew out along the direction of the arm.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to have heard a few bones breaking.

"Hiss!" Seeing such a scene, everyone gasped.

Just now they were guessing how many pieces of Mo Xian's arm would be broken, but the result was completely opposite to what they imagined.

The sharp contrast left them stunned for a moment.

"It's really special!" The alluring shopkeeper looked at Mo Xian, and licked his red lips seductively, a cunning and dangerous look flashed away in his almond eyes.

"boom!"

After the huge body of the strong man flew out, it hit the ground heavily.

He seemed to be a little confused about the situation, and stood up from the ground unsteadily.

He remembered that he was clearly about to win, but this turned out to be the case.

"Trash, come back quickly!" Sun Yang couldn't help cursing, and shouted.

The brawny man quickly understood the situation. He actually lost to Mo Xian in arm wrestling, which he couldn't accept at all.

"Boy, how dare you play tricks on me, I'll cut you off!" With his drunkenness, the strong man seemed to have forgotten the rules, he pulled out the ax behind him and chopped at Mo Xian.

"Humph!"

The alluring shopkeeper snorted softly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking charming and dangerous.

Feeling the sudden gust of wind, Mo Xian's face also turned cold, and while retreating, he quickly pointed out with one finger.

"Shh!"

This finger was so sharp that it actually caused some fluctuations in the space.

Although he was a little drunk, the strong man also noticed that Mo Xian's finger was good, and immediately blocked the double-edged hatchet in front of him like a shield.

"Keng!"

Mo Xian's finger touched the heavy axe, and there was a faint glimmer of ink on the fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, his fingers easily pierced through the thick axe, and the fingertips appeared on another section.

Although he didn't touch it directly, a red spot appeared on the strong man's neck, and then blood flowed out.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the slender finger that had penetrated the hatchet.

(End of this chapter)