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Chapter 107 Drunken Fist, Sleeping Fist 3
Lan Yao said to Wu Lei, "Brother, you also know that everyone wants to see my performance, so can you let me drink this jar of wine!"

"Hmph, I watched your martial arts competition yesterday and it's nothing special, just drink it!" Wu Lei waved his hand, and very "stupidly" agreed to Lan Yao's request.

Lan Yao drank nearly one of the three wines, hiccupped while holding the wine jar, and put the wine jar on a corner.

Turning around, Lan Yao looked at Wu Lei, her footsteps began to be vain, and she made moves on the ring.

"Let's get started!" Lan Yao hooked her hand, turned her head and said to Wu Lei.

"Hmph!" Wu Lei snorted coldly, clenched his fists with veins popping out of his fists, he looked like a master of strength.

Lan Yao didn't want her Taiji to be exposed again, and planned to reveal it at the end.

Anyway, whether it is Tai Chi or Zui Quan, softness is used to overcome rigidity.

I saw Lan Yao swaying in front of Wu Lei, "Hoo hoo..." Wu Lei rushed towards Lan Yao with both fists.

Lan Yao leaned back to the sky, and then her body spun around with her waist, as flexible as a snake.

Wu Lei stretched out his hand to hold Lan Yao's wrist, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And Lan Yao looked up, looked at the smile on Wu Lei's face, and said, "Do you think you can catch me?"

Before Wu Lei could react, Lan Yao pulled his hands out of Wu Lei's hands like snakes, then somersaulted a few times, and was already five steps away from him.

Looking at his hands, Wu Lei felt like a loach just now, but he didn't expect Lan Yao's hands to be so nimble.

"In that case!" Wu Lei sneered, and attacked Lan Yao again.

Lan Yao raised her left foot, put her hands on both sides in a hook style, and threw it towards Wu Lei.

Regardless of their burly stature, generally these people's feet are not very stable, so Lan Yao attacked Wu Lei's feet.

"Bang bang!" Lan Yao's fingers in both hands, cleverly and vigorously, flicked on Wu Lei's knees.

Wu Lei stepped back a few steps, bent down and touched his knees with both hands, looked at Lan Yao, thinking to himself that the little guy's hand strength is really not ordinary weak.

Lan Yao smiled, then leaned back to the sky again, as if drinking.

"This little guy's move is very strange! Who taught this?" On the rostrum, the rough man who gave the blue Yao wine just now asked suspiciously.

"I said Li Yi, can you sit down and take a good look at it, you are blocking our view!" A middle-aged man kindly reminded Li Yi who was standing.

Li Yi turned his head and stared dissatisfiedly, "Feng Weilun, what's your name? I want to see if you can still stop me? I want to take a good look at how he practiced such a powerful move!"

Li Yi usually sips like this, but he didn't expect Lan Yao to be better than him, and he can play so well after drinking, so he must ask for advice.

"Oh, your temper is still the same!" Feng Weilun shook his head helplessly.

He had heard them talking about Lan Yao a long time ago, and he had met Lan Yao once before, so Feng Weilun also came to join in the fun, but Li Yi blocked him in front of him, and he could only find a way to watch Lan Yao Wonderful performance, to be honest, it is really extraordinary as Lin Zhian said.

The men on the podium looked at Li Yi and Feng Weilun and smiled helplessly. They didn't want to miss such a wonderful performance.

Seeing Lan Yao's strange moves, but also full of profound meanings, they were all very interested.

(End of this chapter)