The hustle and bustle of the day made the two hundred brothers in the dark camp remember Wei Xiaoyao, and what remembered him was not his appearance, not his coldness, not his perverted talent, but--

The amount of alcohol that is terrifying to death.

At the beginning, everyone thought that he was secretly cheating and used Wu Yuan to dissolve the alcohol power, so everyone in the camp proclaimed himself Wu Yuan and was checked by others.

Li Qi and Zhu Ziming personally checked his seal to be sure.

Then, a new round of fighting began, two hundred uncles took turns to abuse him, Wei Xiaoyao of course refused to be played, so he found a few typical wines.

You must know that this wine is not comparable to the earth's grain wine, but the major winemaking experts in Qingling Town, which is made by combining the spirit grass of the Lianyun Mountain Range with animal bones.

The wine is strong, the vitality is vigorous, and Wu Yuan is sealed, these explosive vitality, as well as the hot, sour, not ordinary people can understand.

These uncles thought that their cultivation was several great realms higher than him, and their physical strength could withstand the toss of alcohol.

However, after more than a dozen bowls, the uncles who were fighting for wine had extremely red faces, but Wei Xiaoyao's face was as usual, drinking faster than them and more anxious than them.

Twenty bowls down, several uncles who claimed to be the god of wine had collapsed to the ground, and they couldn't wake up no matter how they got it.

A few sinister uncles thought that Wei Xiaoyao had already gone down to more than twenty bowls, and no matter how large it was, it should be about the same, so they took the initiative to find him to fight for wine.

As a result, unfortunately, he was taken down again.

So everyone was shocked, is he a god, no, it's a god of wine, such a strong wine, forty bowls of wine is nothing.

In the end, there are still people who don't believe in evil and don't believe that they can continue.

This man is Li Qi, and he drinks one of the best of the two hundred brothers in the secret camp.

He slapped the table and said angrily: "A group of useless things, they actually let a junior be so arrogant in the secret camp, go away, let the second brother and I come." ”

Everyone can see that he is here to check the cheapness, including the previous round, Wei Xiaoyao has fought for three rounds, and eighty large bowls of spirits are in his stomach.

Wei Xiaoyao looked at him coldly and said, "Don't come, you are my turn, unless you ......"

He didn't finish speaking, deliberately looking at everyone with cold eyes.

The dark camp brothers are already familiar with Wei Xiaoyao's coldness, not really cold, this is his character, with his own attributes.

"Unless what?" Li Qi stared at the ring, and his beard was broken.

"Unless this is the last round, who wants to disagree, this round together!" Wei Xiaoyao stilted the corners of his mouth.

The meaning is very simple, don't give me a whole turn, if you want to come, you can come together, one bowl per person.

Such a lawlessness in the dark camp was completely enraged by him.

There is only one person, looking at everyone with a smile, and the smile in his eyes is getting bigger and bigger, and that is Zhu Ziming.

This kid is not simple, he angered everyone at once, and he admired Wei Xiaoyao even more in his heart.

He knows these brothers very well, they are all calm and calm, don't look at them now very casual and free, but once they come to the enemy, they are definitely old wolves.

Except for a few people who had fallen and Zhu Ziming, everyone else was full of wine, and Li Qi yelled:

"Drink!"

As soon as he raised his head, a large bowl of wine was poured into his throat and flowed into his stomach, without spilling a drop.

Wei Xiaoyao and more than a hundred people, all of them dried up.

Keep pouring and dry!

After ten bowls, half of them have fallen!

Twenty bowls down, and there were already more than 170 people lying on the ground.

Now there are less than ten people who can stand without force.

After twenty-five bowls, there are only three people left who can stand firmly, Li Qi, Wei Xiaoyao, and Zhu Ziming, who is not sticky with wine.

Richie was already shaking, his eyes cloudy and hazy.

Wei Xiaoyao was similar, but his eyes were still clear, and the smile on the corner of his mouth said, "Uncle Li, continue?"

Li Qi bared his tongue and said, "Step...... Go on. ”

The two fought again.

Finally, at the thirtieth bowl, when Li Qi was halfway drunk, he couldn't hold on any longer, and even poured the wine together.

At the end of the fall, he said something indistinct: "Careless...... Remote...... Small...... Uncle...... Uncle's ...... Took ......"

Then, unconscious.

Wei Xiaoyao was almost the same, he looked at Zhu Ziming, smiled, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated.

He can be sure why the amount of alcohol is so good, the innate Hongmeng Holy Body, every time, the skin, flesh, and bones absorb the vitality in the wine all the time, and transform it into physical strength.

The Hongmeng Holy Body is like a huge black hole vortex, which can be filled with as much vitality as it is, as long as there is enough time.

If the seal is unlocked, the capacity is even more bottomless. Hongmeng Wuyuan has nine origin attributes, which are transformed into each other, and no matter what vitality can be turned into Hongmeng Wuyuan.

However, at this time, Wei Xiaoyao did not unlock the seal, his father was right, his cultivation was relaxed and moderate, and since he crossed over to here, he has been in an intense and orderly cultivation.

So he decided to relax for a good night, and after thinking about it, he stopped controlling himself and learned that they fell down and fell asleep.

After seeing Wei Xiaoyao fall asleep, Zhu Ziming smiled even more happily, looking at this brother all over the ground, he hadn't been so presumptuous for a long time.

He silently cleaned up the battlefield.

In the following month, Wei Xiaoyao finally realized the most difficult cultivation time in his life, no, it should be the time of abuse.

The two hundred uncles seemed to be in revenge for the fall that night, and they changed their methods to abuse him every day, and more than a dozen people dragged Wei Xiaoyao to the most intense Black Xun Hurricane whirlpool to practice, and together with the Black Xun Wind Blade, they beat him head-on, attacked back, and made all kinds of bad moves.

Don't break him every day, and never let him go.

At night, he had to guard against Zhu Ziming's various tricks, so that he dragged his body covered in bruises and could not rest quietly, and in the end, Zhu Ziming forcibly poured all kinds of things that made people vomit.

After sleeping for half an hour, he was woken up by a group of bad uncles and continued to be tormented by the devil.

However, he found that no matter how seriously he was injured, he woke up after being poured disgusting medicine by Zhu Ziming, and he could not see any pain or traces on his body, and he was full of physical strength and energy.

Then he continued to be abused by the two hundred.

For the first ten days, Wei Xiaoyao had no power to resist, and he was dragged into the cemetery like a dead dog every day.

On the fifteenth day, he began to fight back, but he was still covered in bruises, but he was able to walk into the cemetery on his own, and at night, he was able to avoid some traps.

On the twentieth day, his counterattacks began to be effective, some people began to get hurt, the scars on his body began to decrease, and at night, most of them were able to dodge, and occasionally they could fight back.

On the twenty-fifth day, more and more people began to get hurt, and there were fewer injuries on his body, and at night, Zhu Ziming began to have a headache, because he had more and more moves, and his methods were more heinous than his.

On the twenty-eighth day, no one found to practice, but he began to find someone to practice, and the people in the secret camp began to suffer, and everyone had to cheer up when eating, going to the toilet, sleeping, and practicing, otherwise it was very likely that they would be hit.

Either it stinks or gets wet, or it suddenly catches fire, or eats, drinks, sleeps, knocks on teeth, spices throats, and stabs in the waist.

On the thirtieth day, the dark camp is almost about to jump, there are traps everywhere, every step is a big pit, no matter when, no matter where, there is always a trap or pit waiting for you.

Li Qi was the worst, he didn't dare to look at him when he saw Wei Xiaoyao now, and even bypassed him, let alone revenge.

Whoever mentions him and who is in a hurry!

Before, he was anxious because he was afraid of other people's jokes, but now he is anxious because he is afraid of making someone think of him, and then he will suffer.

Zhu Ziming, the second miserable, now he no longer dares to be called the first expert of the whole person, the first wise man, and the first bad guy, because Wei Xiaoyao, the animal, is even more shameless.

In short, the Shadow Two Hundred desperately wanted the scourge to leave and never return.

I just want to say: Ershao, please let it go.