Song Dajiu was invited by a group of drunkards from the Xuantian Sword Sect to worship Song Dajiu. His real name was Song Dajiu, and his nickname was Hai Zhilan. No one knew what "Hai Zhilan" meant. According to him, he was the best drinker in the world. When good wines gather to form a sea, it must be blue.
No one doubted his statement, because no one could drink from him. It is said that this man lived for 168 years and never drank a drop of water in his life. His most glorious achievement was that he gambled with seven people and drank nine in a row. Yue, return with great victory!
However, after gambling with Xin Zhuo, he was so arrogant and arrogant that he couldn't help himself. At this time, he was drunk. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "It turns out that I am of no use at all. Life... is too bitter." !”
Lying down on the table, he fell asleep.
Xin Zhuo, who was sitting across from him, stood up without blushing or panting, and walked out of the dilapidated small wine shop with steady steps.
Thousands of people standing outside watched all this dryly. They looked inside the house and then at Xin Zhuo, feeling confused and confused.
The two of them only drank for an hour, which was far from reaching the amount of Song Dacheng. Why was Song Dacheng so drunk?
And why does Xin Zhuo have so much free time?
This is not right!
A true disciple of the sect who was fond of drinking couldn't hold it in anymore. He jumped out and blocked Xin Zhuo's path. He took a deep breath and said, "Junior brother Xin, I don't understand!"
"We don't understand either!"
Hundreds of wine-loving people from all directions also spoke out at the same time.
The true disciple who spoke first was even extremely troubled and said: "I once fought with Song Daxian, and he definitely has more than this drinking capacity!"
Xin Zhuo stopped, looked at everyone, and said: "Wine goes hand in hand with the heart. Without wine, people will get drunk. Without wine, everyone will get drunk. If a person does nothing in his life and can only drink, he will be useless to the world and to people." , No parents, no wife, no children, how long will it take until you get drunk?"
A group of drunkards were even more confused, and someone asked: "What then?"
"Then, he and I drank mixed wine, rice wine, wine, multi-grain fermented rice wine, one-step pour, half-step pour and sweet wine! You can't drink mixed wine!"
"Then why aren't you drunk?"
"I just took a couple of sips of sweet wine. This guy's wine is so good that he drank it first!"
Xinzhuo has already walked away.
"Uh...bastard...can you still do this?" A group of drunkards couldn't help but swear.
"Song Da Zong's love of drinking actually stems from low self-esteem and escaping from reality. Brother Xin listed the ten useless things in Song Da Zong's life. It can be said that every word is heart-breaking and every sentence is heart-breaking. In addition, the ten types of wine are mixed together, and Song Da Zong is in chaos. It’s hard not to get drunk even if you’re so worried. In this world... has there ever been such a tall and witty man like Senior Brother Xin?"
Among the crowd, Jiang Yuwei sighed.
A group of fellow disciples and sisters couldn't help but look at each other. Isn't this... Xin Zhuo cunning?
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"Everyone gets drunk without being drunk!"
In the cliff cave in the distance, Shen Huansha and Bai Zong sighed with emotion, as if their thoughts were also touched.
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“Wine goes hand in hand with the heart, even a person who doesn’t have wine will be drunk!”
In the Sword Lord's Hall, Master Liu Qingfeng waved his broad sleeves, considered it for a moment, and sighed: "My disciple is so witty. This sentence alone can be called the wine emperor!"
The corners of the mouths of several elders twitched, and the third elder Ma Feng couldn't help but said: "Elder brother, there is no such thing as a wine emperor in the world!"
Liu Qingfeng ignored it and waved his hand to the fourth disciple Wang Hui: "Write down this line, frame it, and hang it in your study!"
"Yes!" After Wang Hui agreed, he raised his head sharply, "Huh? Oh?"
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The wind in the Black Valley seemed to turn black.
In the third round of gambling, the Thirteen Brothers of Black Forest may be as tall as a black bear, or may have a deer-headed rat-like eyes, or may have a fat and greasy brain...
All of them looked miserable.
At this moment, he is holding a mace, a nail hammer, a ring-shaped sword, and a Fangtian painted halberd, showing the ten-star blazing force of killing in a row. The energy of the polar sun is spinning and rolling, and the ugliness of the body and the ferocious smile on his face are also formed. A black storm of violence!
Although these people are only at the second level of Yangshi, and even this realm does not come from their own talents, but from practicing some evil skills, this formation of thirteen people working together is enough to scare any Yangshi A master of the second level sea realm, a hard-hitting Yang Shi of the third level sea.
In contrast, Xin Zhuo, who was standing opposite with his hands behind his hands and his clothes fluttering, looked somewhat alone.
Thousands of people watching from all directions were still watching intently at this moment. They all said that the youngest true disciple of the Standing Sword Peak had such an unparalleled act that he broke through the ninth floor of the True Sun Tower and once defeated seventy-one people in a single battle. , but what the combat power is, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes. To be honest, it’s difficult to have a specific image.
"I heard from the senior brother who was defeated by Junior Brother Xin in the True Yang Tower that day that Junior Brother Xin attacked first by surprise, so it's hard to say how powerful he is!"
Some people make assumptions that they think are reasonable.
"That's right!"
Someone echoed: "If more than seventy people have reached the end of their strength and attack with strange secret techniques, and Zhao Yizhu, Jia Sanquan and Gongsun Li are assisting, we can indeed win with one!"
It's just that the Thirteen Black Forest Brothers' formation siege technique is notoriously difficult to deal with. It is said that senior brother Yang Shi tried it when he was in the second sea. The result was a draw after seventy-three rounds. This was already Alarmed the sect! "
"Of course, the thirteen brothers of Heilin have learned the ancient secret technique of killing, and their master once said that it is very good. To say the least, if they are just people who are seeking fame and reputation, how can they stand in our Xuantian Sword Sect? As a tribute to the Four Great Gambling Trials of Black Valley?" someone else said.
On the other side, Jiang Yuwei's waist-length hair was swaying in the wind, and her beautiful eyes showed a hint of worry, and she said softly: "Senior Sister Gu's level of talent is second only to the nine candidates for the next head coach. When Yang Shi was in the second sea, he was also Lost, Senior Brother Xin..."
A junior sister on the side whispered: "Just take a look, senior sister, why are you..."
Before he finished speaking, the eldest of the thirteen Black Forest brothers said in a loud voice: "Xin Zhuo, I heard that you defeated Song Dazong and Lao Yang, but that was just a trick played between girls, my brother The others are really good at playing with real swords and guns. In the past, all the masters of the sect have tried it. There have been very few winners and countless losers. Some even vomited three liters of blood and have not shown up yet. You should pay attention. !”
"choke--"
Suddenly, a harsh sword sound flashed across the sky.
Xin Zhuo's figure has arrived behind the thirteen Black Forest brothers.
And the ferocious Thirteen Black Forest Brothers were already flying upside down, like a goddess scattering flowers, falling in all directions. They were in mid-air, their tattered robes had been torn to pieces, revealing a belly of heart-protecting hair, and a trace of blood spurted out from their mouths.
The swords, guns, sticks, hammers and other famous weapons in his hands were like ownerless things, and they fell to the ground with a clang.
"Buzz——"
The terrifying aura of fighting in the extreme sun swayed away, blowing up a gust of wind.
A strange frost spread over a fifty-foot radius.
The scene suddenly became eerily quiet.
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Among the thousands of people watching from all directions, except for a very few advanced people, no one realized how this scene happened.
He couldn't help but move his neck slowly, looking at the thirteen black forest brothers who fell to the ground in a mess and couldn't get up. Then he looked at Xin Zhuo opposite, who couldn't turn a corner.
He was still standing tall and tall, the black-sheathed sword with moiré patterns beside his waist was still in its sheath, and his long hair flew side by side with his white robe.
No one saw how he drew the sword!
But he did throw a sword.
Clean, sharp and majestic!
"Next time you fight with someone, remember to talk less!"
Xin Zhuo gave a sincere warning and walked towards the only colorful building in the black valley in the distance - Wenwen Township!
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"What a fast sword!"
"The innate sword technique is far beyond the third level! Uncle Liu Qingfeng's secret killer sword technique that has not been passed down!"
"This Xin Zhuo is definitely better than us in the Yang Reality Realm back then!"
In the cliff cave, Shen Huansha and the other eight looked at each other speechlessly.
