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With a movement of his ears, Ban Laoer opened his eyes, but his eyes were not in the state of being full of energy, but in the psychedelic feeling after being drunk.

The spiral water flow in front of him was getting closer and closer, Ban Laoer squinted one eye slightly, while the other eye was almost closed.

In a daze, the old man poured Erguotou in one gulp, gurgling down his throat and falling into his stomach, and the surrounding steam became more and more dense.

"call!"

Just when the spiral water flow was about to crush him and tear him apart!

The old man blew forward, and violent flames gushed out of his mouth violently like a volcanic eruption!

The scalding flame and the spiral water merged together and resisted each other. The flame and the water turned into scorching steam and evaporated like water and fire!

"tread!"

Splash!

In the white mist that turned into water vapor, a silver light suddenly pierced out, aiming at Ban Lao'er's heart, Ban Lao Er seemed to be drunk, his footsteps moved irregularly, and he turned around to avoid it!

The stick twirled in his hand, and slammed downwards. At the same time, Ling Xiaocheng twisted his wrist, and the blade moved sideways, cutting it very horizontally!

"Ding!"

The powerful force made Ling Xiaocheng almost throw the silver blade, but he had already held the pistol in his left hand, and quickly fired several shots at such a short distance.

"Puff puff...!"

The bullets poured in, and the old man moved, and dodged all the bullets with his seemingly irregular movements.

"What action is this?"

With such a weird figure, Ling Xiaocheng couldn't help but wonder if he was using a trick?

The rain was falling, and when the old man was about to attack, the rain on his back suddenly condensed into a figure, and at the same time, a knife swung down from top to bottom!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

With a movement of the old man's footsteps, the blade was pressed against his body, taking away a few pieces of fabric, and then Ling Xiaocheng and Shui Shui continued to attack from left to right.

The sound of strong collisions kept ringing out, water surface chopping, takipot, tide making... each skill was released by Ling Xiaocheng, and immediately the water mixed with flames splashed everywhere!

The more he beat Ling Xiaocheng, the more he discovered that the strongest thing was not his stick skills, but his weird body skills, which were as chaotic as if he was drunk.

Even the illusion doesn't seem to have much effect on him, maybe he's already delirious now.

The old man can blow out a huge flame from time to time, so Ling Xiaocheng has to avoid the edge for a while, and the steam around him is full of alcohol, so he can breathe out a huge flame at any time...

Wait, alcohol?

"Ding!" Ling Xiaocheng took advantage of the recoil and flew backwards, then landed smoothly.

Surprisingly, he was surrounded by the smell of alcohol, so he was equivalent to a powder keg that could explode at any time, but if it exploded so easily, he would have set himself on fire every time he breathed fire.

No, maybe he used some special means, such as... Huang Neng, to prevent the flame from leaking out?

"Hiccup~"

The old man hiccupped, then took out the Erguotou he carried with him, poured it in with a gurgling gurgling, and squirted it into a huge flame.

Water splashed under Ling Xiaocheng's feet, as if stepping on the water, he dodged the flame in an instant.

He is a mage, right?This flame really doesn't cost money.

Ling Xiaocheng complained silently in his heart.

However, maybe the old man heard Ling Xiaocheng's complaints, and wanted to prove that he was a strong fighter. The stick spun and hit the ground, and the strong recoil made him charge over.

The stick rotated at high speed, combined with his strange steps, he kept repelling Ling Xiaocheng, and the Sharingan continued to rotate. After blocking one attack, the body could not keep up with another attack, so he could only retreat .

The old man stuck his stick in the ground, turned around, and kicked Ling Xiaocheng's knife. He immediately stepped back a few steps, and black marks were scraped on the ground.

At this time, the old man took out the wine again and poured it down his throat.

It wasn't the first time he'd been drinking, it seemed like he'd had a drink after every attack, or every once in a while.

Could it be...

Ling Xiaocheng thought of a way, although he didn't know if it would work, but at least it should be effective.

"Swoosh!" With a sound, Ling Xiaocheng rushed over!

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Chapter 380 A mage...why be a warrior?

"Ding, ding, ding...!"

Ling Xiaocheng launched a non-stop violent attack, the blue water splashed continuously, and with the crazy operation of Sharingan, his mana value also continued to drop.

Although the middle-aged man's movement skills are very strange and he can avoid most of Ling Xiaocheng's attacks, but from time to time he blasts out flames that Ling Xiaocheng has to dodge.

But Ling Xiaocheng was still "working hard", and with a sound of "Ding!", he swung the blow again, and the old man was knocked back a few steps.

"Boom!"

The bottle cap flew up, and Ling Xiaocheng poured the blue liquid into the bottle in one gulp. This was the blue bottle used to replenish mana.

When the old man took this opportunity to drink, his body of water condensed from the rainwater again, rushed to him with a stride, and interrupted his drinking movement.

The old man had no choice but to take back the wine, and with a blow, the fierce flames instantly submerged the water body, but before he could relax, Ling Xiaocheng swung from the sky!

"Can't I let the old man have a good drink?" The old man was a little helpless, he could only hold up his stick to resist.

Next, Ling Xiaocheng seemed to want to stop him from drinking, regardless of whether he would be injured, he continued to attack, alternately attacking Shui from time to time.

In short, this made the old man very uncomfortable, the surrounding steam began to weaken slowly, and the pace under his feet also slowed down.

Ling Xiaocheng even caught several opportunities to cut his clothes a few times, almost drawing blood.

"Young man, can I just take a sip of wine if I want to? You must know how to respect the old and love the young, let alone an old man like me who has already stepped into the loess with one foot."

As an alcoholic, the old man finally couldn't bear the restlessness in his body and said.

Ling Xiaocheng kept attacking and said lightly: "Wine is the energy for you to maintain this state, right? Do you think I will let you continue to maintain this state?"

After dodging a few slashes, the old man said, "You are right, it is true, but this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that I want to drink!"

A raging fire ignited on the stick with a whoosh, and with a sweep, the flames spread everywhere, and Ling Xiaocheng dodged back somersault.