Kugen held a wooden spoon in his hand and approached kugen. His two little eyes narrowed into a gap and said, "old man, do you really make good wine for me? The last time I made the Buddha jump wall, you ate a lot. Believe it or not, now I ask you to spit it out for me! " The withered grass secretly complained and retreated. He didn't want to entangle with this man. Duan Hong turned to kugen and saw that they were going to fight. He felt a little excited. Four years ago, two old men had a big fight over who was better at Kung Fu. They fought in two rounds. In the first round, they were tied. In the second round, because of some troubles, they were not finished yet. It was the last fight that brought down Wure, and Kucao got the result: kugen's Kung Fu seemed to be better than him. In addition, kucaogan is a few years old, and his 24-way Tan leg power is greatly reduced. After all, he is not brave because he is old. He has to rely on a set of lotus calligraphy skills to deal with it. Now he is not expected to be kuogan's opponent. After all, the latter's Vajra body protection, true Qi, Pai Da Gong and dragon catcher are unique. Duan Hong continued to provoke: "Third Master, just now second master forced me to say that his 24-way Tan leg is more powerful than the Dragon catcher you taught me. I refuse to admit it. He insisted on binding me and saying," what's kugen's ability? At most, a cook, you said that my 24-way Tan leg is better than him, so I'll let you go, or I'll stab you in the anus with a wine bottle! " I think the third master is very kind to me. He made me delicious food and taught me how to eat. He couldn't compromise easily. If you hadn't come, I'm afraid he would have to give it to the second master today -- "how unreasonable!" The withered root gasped and cried, "withered grass, you and I didn't win or lose in those years. Let's see if your old legs are still sharp." Duan Hong saw that the withered grass had retreated to the bottom of the wine cellar. He said to himself: you two old miscellaneous hairs are not good things. You usually bully me“ Third master, you can score the victory or defeat! " Duan Hong said a word and ran out. Just out of the wine cellar door, there was a clanging sound. I thought the two old men were really fighting. Duan Hong's mouth brimmed with a smile. Suddenly, he felt that the Wu Mu wine made by the second master was different from the past. The internal skill of lianhuadian was just a beginning, but now he felt that there was a sign of breakthrough. Now he didn't want to go back and ask whether the two old men were angry or not.