After drinking six bottles of wine, this monkey, known as the world's first, the universe's first, and the first in all kinds, began its performance, and after incoherent shouting, he took off his pants violently and told everyone that we Indians are so hi, we are all so hi when we go there, we are hi hi. Then with a small column of scorched yellow water rushing up, the person fell down violently, poured into the fountain he made, and then, the real hi, while hi, while still desperately drinking, indicating that he did not lose, he was still drinking, he was the first Bacchus.

The performance of this Indian boss completely ignited the enthusiasm of the onlookers, you know, watching people fight wine, waiting for this is this, especially exciting, especially awesome performance, if there is no Indian brother such a awesome performance, this scene of fighting wine, will definitely be too silent,

Several people from the desert tribe are collecting money, obviously, someone pressed this little brother in India, and now he is down, although he is still drinking desperately, but he has already lost, so the brother who pressed him at the beginning lost. He seemed very unconvinced, but he was helpless, his mouth kept muttering, what a damn beard, a deceitful beard, it seems that it was because of the beard of the Indian brother that he judged that he was a Dionysian, and he was completely deceived, but at this time, excuses don't work, no matter why you were deceived, it's your business, and it has nothing to do with the gambling game.

But now no one is in the mood to care about this inconsequential little gamble, everyone is infected by the performance of the Indian god of wine, who will be next?? This is what everyone is most concerned about, watching the wine, waiting for people who have drunk too much, showing extraordinary moments?

The performance of the god of wine in India made the people who were still drinking a little embarrassed, everyone is a veteran of the winery, but such an exaggerated performance is not every time you fight for wine, you can see it, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, everyone pretends not to see the idiot Ah Er, and continues to drink their own. In the noisy environment, these people kept their cool

Two more bottles, this time the first to kill is the blonde brother, although the little brother has been using the cup, but the speed has not changed, on the contrary, the others, except for Ling Xingyue, have already slowed down, only this little brother, still maintains the speed of one bite and one cup, still maintains, a steady rhythm. From time to time, I have to see how the surroundings are going

Eight bottles of wine, the big man, has sat in his chair and started to shake, obviously, eight bottles of wine is a watershed, can cross this watershed is the real king-level figure on this field, but can cross this watershed is obviously not much, according to say, this should already be the limit of a person's ability, but obviously, there are many people here, the limit is much higher, it should be said that it is much more, the limit in the eyes of ordinary people, here is the normal apex

The ninth bottle, there is not much lively sound in the venue, many people have exceeded the limit of this cognition, obviously, no one has ever seen such a spirit, nine bottles at a time, this is no longer a dimensional concept, let alone such a strong wine, it is white water you try it, you must know that water also has a lethal measurement, not to say that you can drink it no matter what. But there are still three people left on the field, obviously they don't think so, everyone is looking at the remaining opponent, the golden-haired little brother, his eyes are already red, and they are not ordinary red, but the whole is bloody, light blue-green pupils, with the whole blood-colored eyes, indescribably weird, although he is still drinking, he is already slightly dressed. I don't know if he's reached his limit, but it's certain that the wine has had an effect on him.

The big man who was waiting for Ling Xingyue at the beginning had already collapsed, and he couldn't sit still in the chair, so he could only lie on the ground tragically, although he didn't spit it out, but he was obviously unconscious, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand, and there was still half a bottle of wine left in it.

Ling Xingyue's face was already red, when he was in the grassland, Ling Xingyue knew that although he had a lot of alcohol, his reaction to wine was not small, he didn't use the exercises to get rid of the wine at that time, but he could also drink with the grassland wine god, but that kind of light and fluttery feeling has always existed, and it is the same now, although most of the wine gas has been turned into a cultivation boost with his own aura, but there is still a part of the wine gas that has an effect on the body, Ling Xingyue's face is now flushed, Then the body also began to shake unconsciously, and it was obvious that he had drunk too much.

The most inconspicuous should be the uncle near Ling Xingyue, he has been drinking, he has always been like that, you don't know if he has reached his limit or not, looking at him, you sometimes really feel that this is the fan of the god of wine, bottle after bottle of wine disappeared in the hands of these three people, the speed is still not slow, and it is such a momentum.

The blonde young man, finally can't do it, the wine bottle in his hand, several times in a row, did not pour the wine into the cup, his hands have lost stability, obviously, the wine has also reached the throat, although he is unwilling, but there is still a trace of reason, so that the young man put down the wine glass, expressed the attitude of admitting defeat, just a pair of bloody eyes, but he glanced at Ling Xingyue and the uncle without emotion.

Ling Xingyue's body had begun to shake, Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong were obviously a little worried, on the one hand, the two of them felt that the amount of alcohol that adults drank was too shocking, and on the other hand, they also began to worry about Ling Xingyue's body, and asked quietly, "My lord, if it's too uncomfortable, let's not compare, why are you also a god of wine," Ling Xingyue smiled and shook her head, and whispered, "It's okay, I can still drink about forty bottles, before I feel uncomfortable," Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong almost dropped their jaws in shock, such strong wine, If you drink it like this, you will not feel uncomfortable until you drink sixty bottles??? Where did all this wine go??? Aren't all the things you just ate a thing?? The two of them also had deep doubts about the amount of alcohol they were proud of, and compared with the prince like this, he was not drinking at all, he was just talking to him, and if he was really fighting for wine, he would really drink and die. The two of them were surprised, but they were also glad that they had not drunk a lot of wine with the prince, and they couldn't say a taste in their hearts.