Time passed little by little, and soon, the time of the moment had arrived, and Yun Xuan drank the last sip of milk and went back.

Today will establish the title of Bacchus and sweep away all obstacles.

"Why hasn't the god of wine come yet, won't he run away?"

"You fart, you think Bacchus is a coward like you, and Bacchus will come soon".

"That's it, that's it, Bacchus will definitely defeat this northern barbarian, come on."

Since it was summer, when the sun's rays were shining strongly, many people waited a little impatiently, and their hearts were hot, and they spoke ill of the god of wine.

But without exception, they were all refuted, and even more hard-tempered ones scolded them directly, and those who said bad things saw that these people were full of anger and hatred, so they had to bow their heads and not say a word.

When there are no external enemies, we can fight inwardly, fight for the name of a Dionysian, and even play some small tricks.

But when faced with foreign enemies, we will put all grievances and grievances, and the muzzle of the gun will always be outside, and no one will dare to speak disrespectfully or even trample on the country and land we love.

"I'm back" Yun Xuan was quite relieved when he heard the quarrel of his subordinates, and let out a long roar. Looking at the eyes of those people, they were full of excitement, admiration and fiery, and heard those people hysterically shouting "Bacchus" and "Dionysus".

Yun Xuan's heart also became hot, full of pride, today's battle will be won, destroying the ancient decay.

"Hmph" The northern barbarian snorted coldly, obviously a little unhappy about this, but it was hard to say anything, after all, this is the capital of Fengluo Country.

"Zhan" Yun Xuan looked at the northern barbarians calmly and said a word slowly.

"Hmph, you really think I'm afraid that you won't succeed" The northern barbarian was obviously enraged, and went directly to the ring, wantonly trying to pull Yun Xuan down from the position of the god of wine, the name of the god of wine must belong to us nomads.

"According to the rules of the competition, I also asked this friend from the north to drink two bottles first to prove the amount of alcohol" Just as he was about to start, Ma Tian said.

"Haha" The northern barbarian laughed, then picked up two bottles of wine and drank them, not forgetting to add two bottles, squinting his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and a satisfied look.

"Good wine, not much different from the spirits in our north" The northern man originally thought that the wine in Fengluo Country was the same as white water, without any spicy taste, so this guy who had not even grown his hair could become this so-called god of wine.

But now it seems that this bacchus still has two brushes, but it tastes good when you drink it this way. The eyes of the northern man burst out with a strong will to fight, and for a long time, the north has been a backward place in the eyes of Fengluo Country, a barbarian land.

If he hadn't come to Fengluo Country with the convoy to collect the necessary supplies, he wouldn't have known that there was a drinking competition here.

In the eyes of the northern barbarians, drinking is just a small road, but I didn't expect that so many people would be attracted to watch in the capital of this Fengluo country.

If this so-called Bacchus is defeated today in drunkenness, then the name of Dionysus will forever fall into the hands of the nomads. You must know that you are not the best in the tribe, and when the time comes, in terms of wine, the nomads will always be on the top of the heads of the people of Fengluo.

This is the man's real purpose, and he even did not hesitate to spend five hundred taels of silver for this, and the man was also very painful. Don't look at the caravans coming and going, do business. But most of the heads were taken away by the master above, and they didn't get much in return, and of course it would not be less than the average businessman.

From their place of departure to their destination, it takes months to make a round trip by simply relying on cattle and horses as a means of transportation. Coupled with the fact that the roads along the way are not very smooth, sometimes you need to take detours, and the presence of robbers and thieves, the risk of doing this line of work is also very high.

Therefore, if you want these people to go on this trip willingly, the reward for them is also very considerable. It's less than two hundred taels of silver a year, and if you throw out your own expenses, you can actually get one hundred or ten taels.

"Let's start" Yun Xuan nodded, looking at this posture, this person's alcohol consumption is estimated to be seven or eight catties. Sure enough, northerners are good at drinking, and this is true, no wonder they dare to spend five hundred taels to challenge themselves, there is something.

"The god of wine and this nomadic friend have a decisive battle with the national capital today, whose name is the god of wine, who does a thousand taels of silver belong to, and then let us witness the miracle." The old rule, Ma Tian shouted twice on stage, which can be regarded as cheering for Yun Xuan and creating momentum.

"Bacchus, Dionysus"

"Dionysian is invincible, defeat this barbarian"

With Ma Tian's excited shout, the onlookers below were all standing on Yun Xuan's side at this moment. Shouting the name of the god of wine loudly, at this moment, everyone's minds were full of thoughts that they could not let this backward northern nomad take the title of the god of wine.

"Ignorance" Looking at the shouts of those people below, the northern barbarian said contemptuously, his eyes full of mockery.

"If you say you are ignorant, then you nomads too" Yun Xuan snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with what the man had just said.

"Arrogance"

"Then talk with wine" Yun Xuan didn't want to talk too much to this northern barbarian, and he didn't talk more than half a sentence, since he was drinking, then let you crawl away today.

Subsequently, the two began to bombard indiscriminately, you and I have a bottle, no one is to be outdone, and they dance directly with real knives and guns.

Only a pillar of incense had passed, and the two of them had already drunk five bottles, and Yun Xuan felt some shaking in his stomach, although the amplitude was not large, but it was not a good message.

"What, no, haha" The man saw Yun Xuan's sad face and said mockingly.

"That's it, there's no challenge at all, I'll show you a powerful one" Yun Xuan was contemptuous, how could a man say no?

Then Yun Xuan picked up a bottle of wine and shook it, and the little whirlwind walked up. "How about it, do you want one" Yun Xuan saw the man's stunned expression and said provocatively.

"Hmph, it's just a small trick, I don't care about it" The northern barbarian was shocked in his heart, can he still drink like this, don't you want to die? The degree of this wine is almost close to the unique spirits of my hometown, and I have a hazy feeling when I have five bottles of belly.

"If you can't do it, you can say no, you're very dishonest" Yun Xuan chuckled, knowing that you couldn't do it, did you think the little whirlwind was easy? How many times did Lao Tzu drink and vomit in order to practice it, and how many times did he vomit.

"Hmph" The northern barbarian didn't say a word, and only used a cold hum to express his thoughts, obviously acquiescing to Yun Xuan's statement. Although he was very unconvinced, the man knew that he really couldn't do it.

"Go on, young man, come on, I'm optimistic about you" Yun Xuan continued to provoke the northern barbarians.

"You, you" The northern barbarian was furious, but a guy who didn't have any hair dared to call himself a young man, and the northern barbarian's angry muscles burst out, and he directly picked up a bottle of wine and drank it.

If you want to win, you have to win beautifully, Yun Xuan directly picked up two bottles of wine and drank them together. This kind of behavior is the standard of a real man in the eyes of the people of the national capital, and everyone has let out the most enthusiastic shouts to cheer for the god of wine.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed in the northern barbarian's pupils, and today he may be defeated by this guy he looks down on. Whether it was the shaking and drinking just now, or the two bottles together, the man thought that he couldn't do it.

But now there is no way back, so the man has no choice but to bite the bullet and drink bottle after bottle. The man was gambling, and the gamble Yunxuan couldn't last long, and he drank so much wine before competing with himself.

The man didn't believe that Yun Xuan didn't react at all, even if it was a cow, it should have fallen at this moment.

Obviously, the man was disappointed, Yun Xuan didn't have anything to do, on the contrary, he was still provoking himself. But I bottled it bottle after bottle, and I couldn't stand it.

The man began to roll up his sleeves and loosen his clothes, these small movements were a sign of victory in Yun Xuan's opinion.

"Young man, I'll teach you a lesson today, don't always stay in the colored glasses to look at others" Then Yun Xuan picked up a bottle and drank it, the two were tied, Yun Xuan drank eight bottles, the man also drank eight bottles, plus the previous two bottles, the man drank a total of ten bottles.

This is already the normal amount of alcohol for a remote man, but in front of Yun Xuan, he is still as weak as a primary school student. Looking at the man with his head down, the thick kicking sound coming from his nose, and subconsciously closing his eyes, Yun Xuan knew that this person had reached his limit.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep" Yun Xuan patted the table, surprised the man, and then picked up a bottle and drank it directly, this time, Yun Xuan wanted to completely defeat this person and establish the name of the god of wine.

Yun Xuan is also uncomfortable, his stomach is swollen and painful, and when he fights to this time, it is more than willpower. Whoever can hold out until the end will win.

"Drink, drink...... Lose...... No...... Yes...... The man looked dazed, slurred, shook his head, and muttered in his mouth.

"Who else" Yun Xuan got up and walked in front of the ring, facing everyone, spreading his hands, looking invincible.

"Bang"

The barbarians of the north fell asleep and fell to the ground.

"Bacchus, Dionysus"

Everyone cheered, watching the god of wine defeat the barbarians in the north, easily defeating the opponent with a posture of destroying the ancient and crushing, and retaining the title of the god of wine in the country of Fengluo, and by the way, he taught this northern barbarian a hard lesson.

"Congratulations to the God of Wine, successfully defending the title of the God of Wine" Ma Tian was overjoyed, he thought that Yun Xuan would win, but he didn't expect it to be so simple, and tears of excitement couldn't help but flow.