"It's so fast...... Bato and Zhuo Qingquan drank very fast, only to see their hands keep stretching out, serving wine, then raising their heads and drinking it all, and then putting the sea bowl back in its place, reaching out again to serve the wine......

The movements are very gentle, but the sense of rhythm is very strong, and the movements of the two are almost the same, even the speed is comparable, and the people next to them feel quite comfortable to watch, as if they are watching singing and dancing, rather than two people fighting wine.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Elder Zhuo!"

"It's Master Bato......"

"Elder Zhuo."

"Master Barto." These two people were drinking, but the people on both sides were leaning together, I don't know who said this, the crowd that was originally mixed together immediately separated, and it was clearly distinguished, and the people from the Martial Arts Hall and those under Bato were clearly distinguished.

If the only one who didn't separate from them was probably Zhou Feng and a few of them.

"You don't seem to be worried at all!" Although Zhen Yang is the referee, but now the battle between the two has just begun, even if he doesn't watch it for a while, it's okay, at least there can't be a big gap between the two people in a short time.

Looking at Zhou Feng's graceful appearance, Zhen Yang was a little puzzled, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't that not over yet? What am I worried about? It's just that Zhou Feng's words choked Yuanyang enough, as if it was him who made the bet, not Zhou Feng.

"Yes, even if you are ruthless, this is really the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry...... Bah, young master, I'm normal, fart eunuch. For Zhou Feng, apart from helplessness, Zhen Yang really couldn't find any words to describe his mood at this time.

Time is passing quickly, and both of them have already drunk a lot of wine, as long as they look at the stomachs of the two people, it is clear at a glance, but with the cultivation of the two of them, they quickly forced the wine in their stomachs out, and their stomachs quickly became smaller.

The water could be forced out, but the alcohol in the wine was getting stronger and stronger in their stomachs, and there were already signs of an imminent upwell.

Bato, who had poured Zhuo Qingyang before, was no longer able to maintain the previous whiteness on his face, and now he gradually turned red, although it was only a little red, it also showed that he had drunk quite a lot at this time.

In comparison, Zhuo Qingquan was even more unbearable, his whole face had turned red, his eyes had begun to become blurred, and he was a little unsteady even when he stood up, as if he might fall down at any time.

Zhuo Qing ...... Izumi, you don't ...... It's not my opponent, let's admit defeat......" Seeing Zhuo Qingquan's situation, Barto suddenly became proud, maybe he drank a little too much, and this speech was not particularly neat, while laughing at Zhuo Qingquan, Barto naturally would not forget Zhou Feng, "Zhou ...... Kaede, your ...... Purple Blood Bodhi ...... It's going to be mine...... Hahahaha......"

"As long as it's not over yet, it's still too early, don't get too carried away!" Zhou Feng didn't care at all, but happily reminded Bato, which suddenly shocked Bato's spirit, and the wine was a lot more sober, and then looked at the situation on Zhuo Qingquan's side, it seemed that he was on the verge of getting drunk, and he was already lying on the wine table, although his body was still moving, but anyone could see that he was about to die.

"Zhou Feng, don't be alarmist, you're doomed!" Seeing such a scene, no one would think that they would lose, not to mention that Barto has always been a more self-respecting and arrogant person, and he is not even willing to admit defeat, how can he admit defeat when he is obviously in the lead?

"Then wait and see!" Zhou Feng was still as calm as ever, and did not change because of Bato's words, let alone the slightest fluctuation of emotions, but shouted towards Zhuo Qingquan, who seemed to be about to die: "Senior Brother Zhuo, if you don't fight at this time, when will you wait!" ”

Although it was just a very simple sentence, it seemed to inject a strong vitality into Zhuo Qingquan, and Zhuo Qingquan, who was half-dead just now, suddenly "resurrected" again, and became alive again.

"Haha, Boy Bato, just wait to lose!" To be honest, all this came too suddenly, Zhuo Qingquan, who was drunk and almost unconscious before, now seems to be suddenly like a nobody, if he didn't know that Zhuo Qingyang's wine glass was poured down early and still went upstairs, I am afraid that everyone present will think that this person who suddenly jumped up is not Zhuo Qingquan, but Zhuo Qingyang, these two brothers are still relatively similar in appearance, and people who are not very familiar with them can't tell the difference between these two brothers.

Zhuo Qingquan's sudden outburst caught Bato off guard, he didn't expect it to become like this, watching Zhuo Qingquan once again destroy the wine in this sea bowl at an extremely fast speed, and the speed became faster and faster. is getting faster and faster, not only easily surpassing his speed, but also widening, widening, widening the gap between the two sides......

In just a few moments, Zhuo Qingquan drank at least dozens of bowls of wine, which was enough for him to get drunk two or three times according to his normal amount of alcohol, but now Zhuo Qingquan didn't have any, his spirit was getting better and better, and the speed of drinking was getting faster and faster.

Looking at such a crazy outbreak of Zhuo Qingquan, Bato suddenly had a feeling of being fooled, vaguely feeling that he seemed to be being calculated by Zhou Feng, but he looked back and thought about it carefully, as if he wanted to figure out where he was yin by Zhou Feng, but he always couldn't figure it out, and at the same time, he drank too much wine, and the strength of the wine finally came up, Bato tilted his head before he could figure out what was going on, and he was completely drunk.

Temple of the Witches.

Syllable~~~

A crisp sound of porcelain falling to the ground came from a certain room, accompanied by someone's angry curse: "Zhou Feng, you bastard dare to scare me......"

That gambling battle ended in Bato's defeat, under the supervision of many subordinates of Zhuyang and Bato, Bato lost the gamble by a very large margin, although after Bato fell, Zhuo Qingquan also fell, but Zhuo Qingquan did drink a lot more than Bato, so his victory is unquestionable and undeniable That is to say, the first confrontation between Bato and Zhou Feng ended in Bato's fiasco, and Zhou Feng didn't even need to make a personal move. Not only did Barto lose face, but he also pasted all the treasures upside down into Zhou Feng's pocket.