"The fifth, the fifth. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info drunk the fifth cup of a thousand years, but not ordinary monks can do it, this fairy is not simple. ”

"Hmm."

"Yes, even Feng Yuzi only drank seven cups."

A group of immortal cultivators were discussing in the audience, and their eyes unconsciously looked at a male monk who was also on the stage, this person was dressed in a blue robe, white hair and short beard, and looked like a middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged Taoist was mediocre-looking, he undoubtedly received the most attention, and the most impressive thing at this time was the seven wine glasses on his table.

"Six cups!"

Shirley drank the sixth cup, and the audience was already boiling at this time. At the same time, the middle-aged Daoist naturally looked at her side.

"No, you can't lose!"

Feng Yuzi stubbornly raised his glass again and drank it, and he could already feel the surging of wine. However, at this time, the elixir he had already taken was working in his body, and it was precisely because of this that he could stand tall.

"Eight cups! Eight cups of wind jade! ”

Everyone in the audience suddenly shouted again, Feng Yuzi drank the eighth glass of wine, and his face was already drunk. Seeing this situation, everyone in the audience showed extenuating expressions on their faces.

However, Shirley smiled slightly, and didn't care about waving her hand and wasting another glass of fairy wine. That's when strange imaginations arise.

The power of the immortal wine seemed to be unable to be suppressed any longer, and it poured out towards Shirley's head, and Shirley secretly said that it was not good. However, at this moment, another force went crazy in her body.

"There it is!"

Shirley felt the presence of this force, and instantly had an idea in her heart. She hurriedly mobilized the blood power in her body, and suddenly the spiritual power in her body began to grow.

At this moment, she comprehended a method of absorbing the spiritual power of immortal wine with the power of her blood god, and through this method, she skillfully dissolved the drinking power of this dream for a thousand years.

"Eight cups, eighth!"

"This fairy has also drunk the eighth cup!"

Soon, Shirley had three glasses in a row, and all the onlookers screamed excitedly, they couldn't believe that Shirley could easily drink the eighth glass of wine, and her face was not drunk.

"You can't afford to lose!"

Feng Yuzi shouted in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, he drank three glasses of wine, and the surrounding monks were amazed. At this point, more drunken monks were carried down.

"Eleven cups, eleven cups!"

The monks in the audience shouted, they felt that they were about to see the limit of Feng Yuzi, and many of them had already begun to think that Shirley had no chance of winning, and Feng Yuzi only felt a little drunk at this time.

"Good skills~!"

Shirley smiled slightly and arched her hand at Feng Yuzi, also three cups of belly. Shirley still didn't change her face but her pretty face was slightly red, and she didn't feel drunk at this time, she only felt hot.

"Eleven cups, this fairy has also drunk eleven cups, who is she?"

"You don't know? She is a rookie in the Immortal Cultivation Realm recently, and she is the Seventh Elder of the Cloud Sky Sect. ”

"Cloud Sect? Is that Fairy Su Ling? ”

"That's right."

At this time, the monks in the audience soon began to investigate Shirley's origin, and after a while, Shirley's foundation was revealed, so Shirley became famous again.

"It's incredible."

Looking at the eleven empty cups in front of Shirley, even Liu Xiao felt incredible. It's not that she hasn't been up to this bucket of wine, her biggest limit is seven glasses, and she will inevitably get drunk after seven glasses, she didn't expect Shirley to be able to drink so much for the first time.

"Wow~~! Thirteen cups! ”

Seeing Feng Yuzi drink thirteen glasses of wine, the immortal cultivators in the audience all exclaimed. He had now surpassed the record he had set himself last year, and he was drunk but not drunk.

"Awesome~!"

Shirley smiled slightly, this time it was simply three glasses of stomach, and Shirley, who had no worries, drank very happily, she only felt that the spiritual power provided by this immortal wine made her cultivation grow very refreshingly, except for the fragrant sweat on her body, there were no side effects of ice.

"Oh my God, fourteen cups! Fairy Su Ling drank fourteen cups! ”

The monks were close again, they didn't expect that this year's drinking party would kill such a dark horse as Shirley, which was simply amazing.

"Fight!"

Feng Yuzi gritted his teeth, and he had two more cups of belly. As soon as he drank these two glasses of wine, he felt as if his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he felt like he was about to get drunk.

"Fifteen cups! Feng Yuzi drank fifteen cups! ”

The immortal cultivators in the audience exclaimed again, they didn't expect Feng Yuzi to be able to drink it like this, this was completely beyond their imagination.

"Please~~!"

Shirley smiled slightly, and ate three more glasses of wine. At this moment, all the immortal cultivators were stunned, and Feng Yuzi over there only felt that Yihua was drunk and fell on the table in front of him.

"Eighteen cups! Fairy Su Ling drank eighteen cups, Feng Yuzi was drunk, Feng Yuzi was drunk! ”

At this time, the immortal cultivators were all stunned, they didn't expect Shirley to win. That's right, Shirley won against Feng Yuzi, and the result of eighteen glasses of wine was temporarily ahead.

"Has anyone come up to challenge? If not, Fairy Su Ling will be the winner of this wine fight, and will receive a beautiful gift from us! ”

"I~!"

A young monk volunteered among the onlookers to cultivate immortals, but his appearance was to attract everyone's attention, and they were all amazed by the light recitation of the scriptures and the high level of cultivation.

Shirley turned her eyes to look at the young monk who came to the stage, the young monk looked like he was in his twenties, he was dressed in the clothes of the true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Palace, he was carrying a sword on his back, and he had a king-sized wine gourd pinned to his waist.

"Next, Wang Jian asks you for more advice."

Wang Jian is a name that is unfamiliar to everyone, but Shirley has heard of it. In a casual conversation with Han Linya, she mentioned that this Wang Jian was her true disciple, and when they talked about him, Wang Jian was in retreat.

It's just that Shirley didn't expect that this Wang Qian's cultivation had achieved the same immortal body as her, I don't know what method was used, but his appearance was really surprising.

Wang Jian sat down, picked up his wine glass and began to drink. Soon, after ten glasses of wine, not only was his face not drunk, but there was a very refreshing expression, and Shirley immediately noticed the clue when she saw this.

"Please~!"

Shirley and Wang Jian looked at each other and smiled, and the two raised their glasses and drank bitterly. You have a cup, I have a cup, looking at the immortal cultivators in the audience who are dazzled. Before they knew it, they had reached the thirtieth cup.

"This ......"

The monks who originally presided over this drinking party were a little panicked, they never expected that they would be able to drink thirty glasses in a row without getting drunk without knowing where to kill two muters, and at this time the host had a plan in his heart. (To be continued.) )