Chapter 150: The Drunken Eight Immortals

How could Bai Hua fail to find a guy that even Nan Yu and Jiang Shaoxu could find? He was just waiting for the fish to bite the bait.

"Two? Forget it, they are all the same." Bai Hua used his mental power to firmly lock onto the movements of the two guys who were sneaking around in the crowd of red ling monsters, one on the left and one on the right, and smiled crookedly. These two guys seemed to have mixed up the positions of prey and hunter.

These two sneaky guys, one is a red cracked monster, and the other is also a red cracked monster. Well, old Zhou Shuren.

The difference in appearance between the red ling monster and its advanced form, the red cracked monster, is not very big. They are just a little taller and stronger, so they can be mixed together, just like stir-fried potatoes with ginger, secretly calculating some guys who are not observant enough.

And they are obviously smarter. They even know to use their similar appearance and use their subordinates as a cover. They also know that only by solving the guy in front of them can they have a chance to win this war. Yes, this is a war between one person and a tribe.

Unfortunately, the difference in their auras was too great. In Bai Hua's spiritual vision, they simply stood out from the crowd. Moreover, how could the two middle leaders of Cricket have the courage to attack him?

The red cracked monster that originally thought it had quietly touched Bai Hua suddenly attacked. The half-human, half-fish face showed a desire to tear the human in front of it to pieces, but their claws that were enough to split mountains and rocks were easily blocked by the pumpkin cover.

Then Bai Hua let the two red cracked monsters know what it means to shatter darkness with thunder. The thunderclouds in the sky accurately locked onto the two leading monsters and brought down the wrath of the Thunder God.

However, when fighting monsters, the plants lost the damage bonus to the undead. In addition, the gap between the sea monster and the ordinary monster is as huge as that between the Kung Fu zombie and the ordinary zombie. Two thunderclouds are not enough to kill the red cracked monster instantly.

"Need help..." Ai Jiangtu was a little worried about Bai Hua when he saw two commanders appear, but before he finished speaking, he saw Bai Hua directly summon a commander ghost and a commander zombie, ready to fight for justice, Ai Jiangtu could only swallow the second half of his words.

"No need, just protect yourself." Bai Hua thanked Ai Jiangtu for his kindness. Although he seemed to be not very smart, this guy was responsible.

"It's finally time for me to appear. Let you see the success of my special training in the past two months." After two months of hard work, Yun Ge was promoted to the commander level again, and after such a long period of training after Jiuyou, her combat power is definitely not weak.

"The words on your face..." Bai Hua looked at the words on Yun Ge's face and fell into deep thought. He remembered that he always wrote them on his legs.

"Ah, this is the result of losing a card game with that guy." Yun Ge just remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something. Fortunately, no one else noticed it, so she quickly wiped off the mark condensed with magic energy.

Bai Hua rubbed his temples. If he was discovered by others, he would be ruined.

At the same time, "Waibi Babu? (Why am I here? Did I drink too much again and get lost?)" The drunk monk looked at the chaotic battlefield and felt that they were noisy.

"Hoo! (Don't come over here!)" Although the drunk monk seemed to be sleepwalking, the two red cracked monsters were as if they were facing a great enemy. In their perception, the guy in front of them was much stronger than them.

"Why is it this guy... Forget it, drunk monk, wake up, and quickly get rid of them." Bai Hua did not specify which one would respond when he summoned, so all eight commanders were possible. Anyway, it was enough to crush the red cracked monster. He never expected that the one who responded to him would be the laziest drunk monk.

A funny guy and a lazy dog, don't you have some normal summons in your hand?

"Waibi Babu?" (Boss? Are we going to fight again? It turns out that this is a battlefield.)" The drunken monk finally figured out the situation. The drunkenness in his eyes suddenly dissipated, and his sharp eyes made the two red cracked monsters retreat a few points.

The next moment, the drunken monk rushed directly to a red cracked monster with an afterimage, and the gourd in his hand directly hit the red cracked monster's scaly belly. Although he was only half the height of the opponent, he knocked it out. This scene was undoubtedly like Guo Xiaosi punching Tyson.

The first move of the drunken eight immortals, Lu Dongbin-drunk and lifting a pot with a force of a thousand pounds.

Another red cracked monster reacted quickly, and slapped the drunken monk's head with a sharp claw, wanting to avenge his teammates and kill this dwarf to him.

But after knocking the enemy away, the drunken monk drank a sip of wine calmly, and then fell to the ground drunk, avoiding the claw by coincidence. This really confused the red cracked monster. You fell down before I even tried?

Just as it was about to lower its head to trouble the drunk monk, a big foot quickly enlarged in its eyes and kicked it... on the chin, making it follow in the footsteps of its companions.

Drunken Eight Immortals, second style, Tieguai Li - spinning knees to knock drunk Huanzhen.

"Good guy, you drank some fake wine and you didn't use any light weight." Bai Hua had already handed the task of cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers to other plants and zombies, and he was cracking melon seeds to block the door, watching Chang Wei beat Lai Fu... The drunk monk beat the red cracked monster.

The first guy who was knocked away had returned to the battlefield, but the drunk monk took a step that didn't recognize his relatives, staggered to avoid the red cracked monster's claws, and threw himself directly into its arms.

Drunken Eight Immortals, third style, Zhongli Quan - falling steps, hugging and lifting the heart.

"So handsome, senior, I want to learn this." Yun Ge said that his melee soul had been awakened.

"You want to learn everything, and I want to learn it too." Bai Hua also looked at the drunk monk with shining eyes. This guy is indeed the most hidden one among the Kung Fu zombies. If they are at the same level, even the Qigong master will have to take two gourds before leaving.

The two red cracked monsters realized the gap between the two sides. They were not the opponent of this guy alone. After a beating, they were all seriously injured.

"Roar! (Let's go together!)" The second guy who was knocked away suggested.

"Roar! (Okay.)" The first red cracked monster nodded its hideous head and rushed forward straightforwardly.

The drunk monk threw the gourd directly into the air, then jumped into the air, kicked the red heart cracked monster in a series, then landed gracefully and caught the falling gourd.

The Drunk Eight Immortals, the fourth style, Zhang Guolao-drunk cup throwing and kicking in a series.

This unlucky guy first ate a thundercloud of electric blueberries, and then ate three styles of drunken boxing. He was already dying. He only had one question now, where are my teammates?

The moment he fell to the ground, he saw another red-hearted cracked demon running fast, and his speed simply broke the record of their clan, but this guy was running away from the drunk monk. And this was the last scene he saw.

"Waibi Babu, Mi Mi Mi. (It seems that there is still no opponent who can let me complete a set of drunken eight immortals.)" The drunk monk drank the wine, and only felt that the master was lonely as snow.