Chapter 49 Wine

In just a moment, everyone moved dozens of spirits, an ordinary mahogany table, but only one chair. It is carved from bluestone. On the back, the sculptor has a green dragon, which is lifelike and like a living thing. The chair was carried by more than a dozen big men. They were breathless and sweaty.

At this time, the skeleton followed a slightly fat middle-aged man. Before the middle-aged man arrived, a smell of herbs had come to his nose. Zhao Qianyang's heart is wide, and this should be the doctor.

The middle-aged man went straight to the owner of Erzhai, bowed respectfully, and then asked, "Second Master, do you want me to come?"

"Hmm." The owner of the second village squinted and nodded. As soon as he saw the unhappy face of the skeleton, he must have been reprimanded by Lao Chen. Lao Chen's medical skills are second only to the six village owners in the village, and he was very unwilling to be disturbed when he slept. Zhao Qianyang's angry thunder just now woke up so many people and did not wake him up.

The owner of the second village narrowed his eyes and continued, "Lao Chen, go and take a look at the girl in his arms. If there is any injury, he will cure half of it first."

Zhao Qianyang heard that the tone of the owner of the second village was not small, and he didn't even ask about any injuries, so he first said that he would cure half of it. Presumably Lao Chen's medical skills must be very superb. However, how can this wound be regarded as half cured? Everyone's absorption of herbs is different. Who can guarantee that the injured will not recover during treatment?

Lao Chen walked to Zhao Qianyang, looked at the Phantom and said, "Do you just hugged her and let me see a doctor?" Why don't you put it down quickly?"

There is only one table in four times. Where should I put the Phantom? The owner of the second village squeezed his lips and smiled. He knew the skills of the soul practitioner. Although these could not defeat Zhao Qianyang, they could play a role in consuming his soul power.

Sure enough, Zhao Qianyang condensed a bed with soul power while waving his hand. The colorful color circulation was very gorgeous. Zhao Qianyang gently put the phantom on **.

The owner of Erzhai has been sitting on a bluestone chair, staring at the small bed made of Zhao Qianyang's colorful soul power, showing a trace of surprise and exclamation. He muttered in his heart, why this boy's soul power is so strange that he has never heard of it, but how strange the soul power is, it is impossible to beat me in wine fighting. I will use the power of wine later. , use all your strength, so what can you do if you are a soul practicer? After thinking about it, he lay lazily on the chair, raised one foot and put it on the surface of the chair. With a casual move, two people held two jars of spirits weighing more than ten catties and put them on the table. There is wine, no bowl. The Erzhai owner has never used a bowl to drink. He can only drink it in front of the altar.

"Please, whoever drinks too much wins." As the owner of Erzhai said, he opened a jar of wine, picked up the wine jar in his hands and drank it, as if the jar was not wine, but water.

"Oh..."

"The second master is powerful..."

The crowd began to make noise in the back again. The owner of the second village is the god of wine in their minds, and there are not many times when they can see the god of wine.

The owner of Erzhai narrowed his eyes and drank a few sips, and then turned the wine jar around. Not a drop of wine flowed out. His eyes seemed to be a little bigger, and he didn't seem to be so sleepy. He looked at Zhao Qianyang proudly and said, "Good wine, good wine, really refreshing." Drinking is his best, and wine is also his best friend.

Zhao Qianyang saw that the owner of Erzhai had a lot of ridicule and contempt, and his fighting spirit was more competitive. For the sake of the phantom and for himself, he must win, and he could only win. Zhao Qianyang grabbed the wine jar, cut off the lid on it with his palm, raised his head and drank it straight. The wine flowed into his mouth without bias, drinking a jar of wine directly in one breath without stopping at all.

The noisy crowd suddenly calmed down, which seemed to be more powerful than the owner of the second village.

"Okay, okay." The owner of Erzhai applauded and turned his head to look at the crowd and said, "Why don't you applaud?"

Then everyone burst into a sparse applause and looked at Zhao Qianyang with contemptuous expression. The first jar of wine was so showy to see how long you can hold on.

Zhao Qianyang felt that the owner of the second village was very frank, and his impression of him had slightly improved. It's just that the wine churls in the stomach, just like cutting with a knife.

Two jars of wine were put on the table, and the owner of Erzhai grabbed a jar of wine. Like last time, he drank a jar of wine without a drop left in a few bites. His eyes seemed to be completely open, and the whole person seemed to be more awake.

Zhao Qianyang was surprised. He didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world. The more he drank, the more sober he became. How could he win like this? Think about it. His speed did not slow down at all. He picked up a jar of wine and poured it into his stomach for a few seconds, as fast as pouring it back into the wine jar. Zhao Qianyang casually dumped the wine jar to the ground. Zhao Qianyang felt that the wine in his stomach was churning more fiercely, and his internal organs seemed to want to stir it.

The owner of Erzhai sat upright and applauded, "Okay, that's right. I hope you don't drink fast and fall down quickly." Under his applause, the people behind him also followed him, but this time the applause was more like mocking and sarcasm, urging Zhao Qianyang to fall down quickly.

In the third jar of wine, the owner of Erzhai looked relaxed and proud. He felt that the victory was in his hand. The wine jar rotated in his hand. The wine was like a flying belt, dancing a beautiful curve. The wine fell into the mouth of the owner of the Erzhai without spilling. His eyes were completely opened, energetic and energetic.

"Please, don't forget that if you lose, you and her will be at my disposal." The owner of Erzhai said loudly that in his opinion, Zhao Qianyang would fall drunk after the third jar of wine.

"Well, I will lose. There is no door. I'm afraid of two things in my life, and nothing else can scare me." Zhao Qianyang said loudly.

"Oh?" The owner of Erzhai said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? Can you tell me?"

Zhao Qianyang stared at the owner of the second village and did not answer. He directly grabbed the wine jar and looked up and drank it. The strong wine entered his stomach. He only felt that his internal organs were stirred into a ball. Zhao Qianyang forced himself to drink the jar of wine, and then threw the wine jar and closed his mouth tightly to prevent the wine in his abdomen from voking out. His whole head was heavy and his body was very much. It is a burning flame, and it can't be heavier.

"Fal down."

"Fal down..."

All the people shouted together, and the corners of the Erzhai master's mouth raised higher.

Zhao Qianyang could hear people shouting, like needles piercing into the bottom of his heart. The figure shook in front of his eyes and his legs were a little weak, but he continued to persist with perseverance, grabbed the fourth jar of wine and looked up. His head was even more dizzy, but at this time, three hundred and sixty-one runes flashed in his soul, like a cool spring flowing in his body. Zhao Qianyang recited the spell in accordance with the law. He only felt that three hundred and sixty-one runes circled in his brain, and the cool spring in his body flowed faster. His body was not so hot, and his soul was also Then I woke up a lot.

was connected to two jars of wine again. Seeing strange things happen, Zhao Qianyang, who was about to fall down, slowly stood firm. His originally sleepy eyes gradually woke up, and the blush on his face slowly retreated. The whole audience was calm, and the proud and confident smile of the owner of Erzhai was stiff. How could this be? He was addicted to alcohol. These wines are self-brewed fountains. Naturally, there can't be fakes. The owner of Erzhai was a little panicked. He had never been defeated in drinking. He was already uncertain. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the wine jar. Pouring in, the wine fell down to the ground along his clothes. The second head of the house wiped his sleeves and said to Zhao Qianyang, "Come on, drink quickly."

Zhao Qianyang smiled confidently and grabbed the wine jar without any hurry.

The owner of Erzhai was a little annoyed and drank: "Hurry up and drink, hurry up."

One altar after another, everyone was stunned and looked straight at it. There was no doubt whether the owner of Erzhai could win or not.

At this time, Zhao Qianyang has become potent and drunk. The owner of Erzhai stood up angrily and threw the drunken wine jar to the ground, with a burst of light in his eyes.

"It's your turn." The owner of Erzhai shouted, his chest was wet, and the wine kept dripping down.

Zhao Qianyang's green robe was as bright as new, and the wine on it was not stained. He grabbed the wine jar and drank it. As long as he meditated on the 361 soul spell in his heart, all the alcohol could be quickly resolved. The energy in it can not only quickly fill the soul power he consumed, but also enhance the pure soul. The soul power is water, and the soul is the container of water. Only when the soul is strong enough can the soul power be Jingjin, so the more the owner of Erzhai drinks, the more energetic he is. The more he drinks, the purer his soul power is. Moreover, after the wine is converted into soul power, his stomach will not feel pain.

The owner of Erzhai has always regarded wine as a friend, but at this time, his friend has become his enemy. His stomach is getting higher and higher, and dozens of jars of wine are rolling in his stomach. There is not much wine he can drink. Although the owner of Erzhai has never been as energetic as today, his stomach has never been so uncomfortable. It's going to kill him if he drinks any more. Psychologically, he was secretly surprised. Why is the boy opposite like an innocent person? With so much wine, the volume can catch up with his two bodies, but why can he still stand here like an innocent person?

It was another jar of wine. After the owner of Erzhai drank it, he couldn't swallow it no matter how hard he tried. He put his hand on the table and looked at Zhao Qianyang without saying anything. The empty wine jar under the ground was scattered and shattered all over the ground.

Zhao Qianyang picked up a jar of wine casually. With a crackling sound, the wine jar was broken in his hand, and the soul force wrapped it into a long line, gorgeous and dazzling, and was sucked in by Zhao Qianyang. Everyone was stunned.

The owner of Erzhai finally couldn't stand it. He spit out a sip of wine, took a few breaths, and said faintly, "I lost, and I actually lost... But don't be proud, there is still a martial arts competition. Even if you are a soul trainer, you will definitely not be able to beat me.

"You can't win. Just give it a try." Zhao Qianyang said with a smile that he didn't hate the two-zhai owner and frankly admitted his failure. How many people couldn't do it, but the sloppy-dressed two-zhai owner did it.