The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 1245: How Many Dishes, Drinking Like This?

Gun Chang smiled and wrote well, but the poetry and song gave it a lot of heat.

However, this does not prevent him from competing with Nebula, as a selection of ancient poems presents itself in the knowledge of the sea as a barrage when he rises up and swings his ink!

The dog is really not alone in the fight!

Hold the brush painting dusty, point the painting dry.

Volume of poetry, a thousand wines, a few eyes on the Hou Wang.

The previous sentence fully expresses the power of Nebula to swallow the mountain river, even to put themselves at the peak, to paint the people with a pen, with ink palm.

Jun Chang laughed at the section of the North Song lyricist Zhu Dongju's Zhu Tian Xidu, which showed a kind of madness.

“Wonderful! ”

“Wonderful! ”

After a careful taste of the nebula, he was quite ashamed: “My husband's world is not high! ”

Poetry can write a person's mood, like the two passages he wrote, treat himself as a king, and climb to the top of the arrogant group of males.

Written with a smile, the opposite monarch represents a super spill, even ignoring the power of dust, only to obey the heart.

“My husband is still obsessed with the world of dust, and my little friend has gone beyond the world of dust. This is a disgrace.” Nebula staggered and waved: “Please! ”

King Chang smiled and said, "This is it? ”

It's a little unexpected to copy a poem from one of our ancestors and let the main inmates of Hell confess to defeat.

“Promise! ”

Monarch laughed in style and then walked to the transfer line leading to Hell on the fifth floor.

It would be great if the BOSS in the back was a civilization fight, not a martial arts fight.

“You think too much. ”

“In the end, there are very few strong men in the path of literature," the system said. ”

Just before King Chang smiled and came to the transmission array, Nebuloko still stood in place, carefully appraising every word written on Xuan paper, every stroke, sometimes caught in thought, sometimes like a trance.

……

Five layers of hell.

Kingston laughed out of the glittering formation.

It is no different from previous occasions, when a large number of prisoners have come to ‘welcome', some of whom, although not too high in rank, are clearly stronger overall than the previous layers.

“Kid. ”

At the end of the inmate, a middle-aged man lying on the floor with his upper body on his back, grinning: “Are you coming down to drink with me? ”

He was surrounded by a lot of empty wine jars, his whole face was red, and he could see how much he drank and even talked baldly.

And.

King Chang smiled and discovered that the surrounding prisoners had a strong alcoholic smell. Some of them wobbled quickly and could not stand steadily, so he muttered in his heart: “A few dishes, drink like this? ”

“Give you two choices. ”

The middle-aged man hit a hiccup and stretched out his three fingers: “Either fight with me or kneel down and shout for Grandpa. ”

\ "How do you spell wine?\" asked Jungchang. ”

“Brush!”

Forty altars of unopened wine flew in and lined up neatly.

The middle-aged man flew in, then lay on top, holding his head with one hand, and laughed: "You and I are half alone. Whoever can stand after drinking, no matter who wins. ”

“ …… ”

Gun Chang muttered in a smile: "This is to use alcohol for martial arts. I knew I would bring the ox. ”

I'm afraid the dog doesn't know. At this moment in Wanguzong, Li Qingyang and others are searching for the night star at the full gate, because the latter drank several bowls of drunken life and death.

“Ahhh! ”

Inside the Peak of the Spirit Beast, the Purple Demon King roared furiously, and then saw Pei Anu, who had been drunk enough to be careless, thrown down.

“What's in it for you?” Gun Chang asked with a smile.

“If you dare to come from four to five layers of hell," said the middle-aged man, "you are confident in strength. If you win, you will admit to being the boss. ”

Kingston smiled and his eyes lit up.

First it was a daiwu, now it's a daiwu, there's no need to fight at all, so you can save your spirit well and deal with the subsequent prison BOSS!

“Of course.”

The middle-aged man beat up his debt, pointing to the inmates who curled up in the dark and said, "If you lose, you'll be my exclusive sandbag, just like him. ”

Gun Chang laughed in the past and found that the man's strength was fine, but his face was blue and purple. He seemed to be bullied a lot on weekdays.

“Okay.”

The dog said, "Drinking! ”

When it comes to drinking, King Chang smiles, although he is not particularly good at it, but if Elixir can get alcohol out of the body, he can do a thousand glasses without getting drunk!

……

In the heart of five floors of hell, there's a big round table with not only dozens of pots of wine on it, but also a lot of wine underneath.

Gun Chang laughed and the elderly sat several meters apart from each other in two directions, east and west.

Thousands of prisoners are surrounded, apparently with the intention of being gourd eaters.

“I say…”

Gun Chang smiled without saying: “At least come and dish the peanut rice! ”

"No need to serve wine," said the middle-aged man. ”

“ …… ”

Kingston smiled.

“Kid. ”

The middle-aged man pushed a pot of wine over and said: "I allow you to push the wine out of your body. If you can stand up after drinking, you win! ”

King Chang smiled and said, “This wine is not easy! ”

“Little friend...” Suddenly, there was a sound in your ear: “In front of you, the name is Drunken Immortal Wine, if you drink it into your body, you can't be forced out! ”

Monarch smiled without expression, but in fact he had been told that the man who spoke was the poor bastard who curled up in the dark.

“Can't push it out? ”

"No wonder you're so confident," said the dog. ”

“Bang!”

Speaking room, open the mud seal.

The intense aroma came out, and King often smiled and sniffed, praising: "Good wine! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

The middle-aged man laughed, “Looks like he's one of them! ”

“I'll do it first! ”

Junxiang first stood up, grabbed it with one hand on his mouth, raised it high, and the wine flowed out as a waterfall.

Middle-aged people are a little grumpy.

Prisoners in the distance are also foolish.

Can't even the Immortal hold the wine, he can't even lift it up and drink it, not afraid of the instant, and then lie on the ground like mud?

“You're still too young! ”

“If he knew how drunk the boss was, he would never have drunk so uncontrollably. ”

“No, I can't stand the smell of this wine! ”

The main inmates of the fifth level of hell were extremely fond of drinking and of drinking with others, so over time, the other inmates became alcoholics.

“Goo, goo, goo! ”

Jungchang still drinks with his head up. After entering the body, the wine quickly spreads, then blends into the blood and meridians, and strikes the sea of thought!

“Bang!”

When the middle-aged were unhappy, they photographed the mud from the bar next to them and lifted it up for a drink.

“Cool, hoo, hoo! ”

“Cool, hoo, hoo! ”

Both of them stood tall and drank wildly on each other's feet on a chair.

“Bang!”

Gun Chang smiled and finished a sip of wine first. He opened the other sip with skill and lifted it up again for a drink.

Prisoners opened their mouths.

After a sip of drunken fairy wine, the colour doesn't change. This guy is good at drinking!

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Gun Chang laughed and drank all the drunken fairy liquor. The whole process didn't stop at all, not even hiccups.

“Boom!”

Another time later, the dog left an empty wine bar on the table and erased the corner of his mouth, laughing: “I'm done. ”

Behind you, 19 empty wineries are arranged at will!

“ …… ”

The middle-aged man put down half of the wine bar, his face was a little wonderful. After all, the guy drank twenty, he drank only ten, and from the speed alone, he had fallen behind.

“Kid. ”

He grinned, “You can't just drink it, you have to stop. ”

“No problem.”

King smiled and held his hands together.

I can't tell from the look and tone of my face that I'm drinking.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but grunt: “Is it possible… that he can dissolve the intoxicating wine that enters the body? ”