The Strongest Sect of All Times

Drunken Immortals means that even immortals in the sky get drunk.

However, King Chang laughed and drank twenty altars. Instead of nothing, he stood idly by.

The drunk demon muttered in his heart.

Is it possible that the wine that went into your stomach was dissolved?

“Impossible! ”

He immediately denied, "This particular way of making wine will never be broken down as long as it is incorporated into the body! ”

So to speak.

This is a real booze trail expert!

Didn't even dream about it. King Chang laughed at the presence of two babies in the field, not to mention the fact that all the wine that entered his belly was refined by them.

Especially the Fire Spirit, when alcohol crashes into his father's sea and mind, suddenly opens his eyes from his sleep, and then becomes a ray of light blocking his way through the Bible, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Purifying alcohol is naturally easy as it purifies evil thoughts.

Evil spirits also perform well, guarding another intersection, covering the liquor first, then packing and refining, occasionally taking a sip.

When the liquor that enters the body is refined and digested, when the little guy returns to Dantian, he yells at the fire spirit nose with his liquor, exasperates the previous grievances, and finally... he is beaten.

“ …… ”

Gun Chang laughed not concerned that the two little guys were making a scene in their bodies, but looked at the alcoholic head unchanged.

“Cool, hoo, hoo! ”

At about a moment, the other party drank the rest of the wine too. His face was even more red, but he was still standing still. You can see that it was really entirely on his strength!

They stood for half an hour and each other was steady as Tarzan.

“Kid. ”

"I've been drinking for thousands of years, but for the first time I've met an opponent with the equivalent of a banner drum. Should I drink dozens more altars? ”

“No problem,” said King.

As an authentic Shandong, you never bow your head down in the tavern.

The wine demon raised his hand and prepared to fetch the sake.

King Chang smiled first and said: "This time, drink my wine. ”

“Oh?”

"Do you have a drink? ”

“As a drinker, how can there be no alcohol?” King said with a smile.

“Take it out! ”

The Wine Demon Head is refreshing.

It's rare to meet someone who has the same interest as himself, and he finds a feeling that he doesn't have a thousand glasses of wine.

“Brush!”

King Chang waved his hand and placed the wine on the table.

This is a drunken dream carefully refined by Lankang. As the owner of a family, guests sometimes need to be entertained, so it will be stored in a space ring in advance.

The drunk demon waved his hand in a jar, patted off the mud in his mouth, and sniffed it with his nose, suddenly praising him: "Good wine, good wine! ”

Aromatic, jail-ridden.

The drunk prisoner leaned up and sniffed his nose, and the drunken bug in his stomach rolled!

“From the taste alone, I'm afraid you're not weaker than drunken fairy wine! ”

“I wish I could have a sip! ”

They wanted to rush over, but because of the wanton wine demon head, they could only stand there in drool and pray in the dark. The boss left a little while for everyone to taste.

“This wine is called Drunk Dream and Dream," said King Chang, laughing. "It is made from the essence of the sun and the moon by a winemaker from our meteorite continent. Just a small sip will increase the speed of martial arts ingestion. ”

“Oh?”

The head of the liquor demon was surprised.

Before he was imprisoned, he traveled through countless places of dust, drank tens of thousands of wines, and for the first time, heard that good wine for joy has the effect of helping warriors improve their practice speed!

“Of course.”

Gun Chang said with a smile: "The alcohol is also very strong, Your Excellency should drink carefully in order to avoid being intoxicated. ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

The wine demon laughed, "I've been drinking since I was twenty years old, drinking all the wine in the universe, I've never been too drunk to save people! ”

“Brush!”

Speaking of which, grab it in the mouth with one hand, then lift up your dreams and start drinking like you just did.

“Guys! ”

King Chang laughed with admiration in his heart.

Zongmen celebrate parties with drunken dreams, but instead of bowls, no one dares to blow directly to the altar, because alcohol is so powerful!

“Cool, hoo, hoo! ”

The drunken demon drinks with his arms open. The more he drinks, the more he enjoys it. Until after he finishes a sip of wine, he puts his hands on the table. "I thought it was the best drunken fairy drink I've ever had. Today, it looks like there are people outside, there is wine outside! ”

“Bang!”

Gun Chang smiled and shot off the mud. He raised his drunken dreams and drank them.

It was also the first time he drank it in a blowing pot.

Anyway, there are fire spirits in your body to help you refine your liquor, don't say drink a sip, even if you drink as much as the sea!

“Brush!”

The demon drinks an intoxicating bowl, then brings the second bowl over, which is ready to be lifted, the body suddenly explodes like a flood of alcohol, then rushes to the sea of knowledge.

“Not good...”

When he was shocked, he had to set up a line of defense, but the time was running out, and the whole person instantly lost consciousness, pounding on the ground like mud and sleeping.

Drunk dreams are too powerful to drink the whole altar.

“Oh, my God! ”

“Boss has drunk it! ”

Prisoners stared at each other.

Wine Demon's strongest score is how lonely it is for a man to pick all the prisoners of Hell on the fifth floor, and end up drinking them all and singing invincibly on the table.

Nowadays, just a single drunken dream of dying doesn't save people from falling down, this... how much alcohol has gone through!

“Cool, hoo, hoo! ”

King Chang laughed and quickly drank all the wine, then looked at the wine demon's head and shook his head: “Is that it? ”

Jomo waited more than ten minutes and turned around and said, “Tell me out loud who won! ”

“ …… ”

The prisoners were silent.

They wanted to deny it, but the truth is, the boss lost, and the loss was terrible.

King Chang laughed and got the answer he wanted from their eyes, then turned to the camera and said seriously: “Drinking is harmful to health, do not drink too much, let alone drink and drive for the safety of everyone. ”

……

Two hours later.

The wine demon woke up from his coma and covered his aching head with a cracked head: “I... I drank a fragment! ”

“So.”

There was a voice in my ear: "From now on, I'm the boss of five layers of hell. ”

The drunken demon tried to raise his head and found the boy standing there with a smile on his face and a drunken, dream-dead, empty wine bowl next to him. “Are you not drunk? ”

“You can testify.” King often laughed.

“ …… ”

The wine demon is silent.

In fact, it does not matter whether the prisoners testify or not, after all, they have drunk themselves, a fact that cannot be changed.

“Brush!”

He tried to stand up and grinned. “If you win, you're the boss. My spirit of wine demon's defeat is oral! ”

It was no surprise that Jung-chun smiled.

People who drink and run off to Horse Mai don't look too bad.

“Come on! ”

The liquor demon waved: “Come and see the new boss! ”

“Brush! Brush! Brush!”

A group of drunken prisoners came up to pay tribute to the King's smile and salute, but their eyes remained intoxicated and dreamt of dying.

“Now that you recognize me as the boss, I will certainly not harm you. ”

“Take this wine and drink it. ”

If Langkang knew about his carefully brewed drunken dreams and died, he would surely cry in the toilet.

“Boss. ”

The liquor demon raised his thumb and said, "I've been drinking for so many years, it's the first time I've met a master like you! ”

King Chang raised his mind with a smile and said: "There is more to drink than me. ”

“Oh?”

"" Who? "exclaimed the wine demon. ”

"On my meteorological continent, there is an ancient disciple called the Night Star, who has been hailed as the supreme winery, and I have challenged him a hundred times to defeat. ”

System spit: “The host is again routinely persecuting Pei Ao! ”