"Zhang Chu, didn't you say that you want to be intimate with Lao Tzu? Come and drink with Lao Tzu!"

A loud shout like the explosion of spring thunder suppressed the noisy sound of wine fighting and fist fighting in the banquet.

The lively banquet was instantly quiet.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Zhang Chu, and the meaning in their eyes was incomprehensible.

Because the one who speaks...... It's a step wind!

And behind the fight between him and Zhang Chu is the battle between the old people of the Qinglong Gang and outsiders such as Bu Feng and Han Baohu!

It's in everyone's interest!

Zhang Chu had been waiting for Bufeng to take the initiative to provoke, of course he would not be surprised.

He didn't rush to answer, but raised his eyes to look at the seven high-level bosses on the table.

Liu Qiankun seemed to have drunk too much, his face was flushed, his eyes were squinted, he stroked his beard slowly, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep.

Law enforcement elder Hou Zizheng ate the dish in front of him coldly, didn't look at Zhang Chu or Bufeng, it seemed that Bufeng's roar was just the barking of a defeated dog.

Zhao Sihai, the merit elder, raised his chin at Zhang Chuchao with a smile, but he supported him with a clear attitude.

Liu Wuhu grimaced and seemed to be angry, but he just glanced at Zhang Chu deeply and didn't say anything.

Tie Ying and Hou Zizheng were in general, gulping down indifferently and dripping on alcohol, seemingly uninterested in the fight between Zhang Chu and Bu Feng.

Zhao Changhui gritted his teeth and looked at Bufeng, with a face that dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

"A bunch of old foxes!"

Zhang Chu scolded secretly in his heart: "You use Lao Tzu as a gun to make Lao Tzu admit it, but you have to give an attitude!"

Just as he was about to turn his head to peek at Hou Juntang, who was sitting beside him, a warm big hand gently landed on his shoulder, "Call you, go!"

Hou Juntang's voice was still gentle, and he also had a smile on his face, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

But his "go" clearly meant to support Zhang Chu!

Now Zhang Chu has the bottom of his heart!

"It is worthy of being a helper, just this pattern and courage, it is more than a step higher than these people!"

Zhang Chu sighed in his heart, got up and confessed to the high-level bosses on the table, and walked in the direction where Bufeng was with a jar of ten-pound burning knives.

......

"Bang. ”

The wine jar slammed down on the wine table, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table shook in unison.

Zhang Chu rudely pulled away the little brother Bufeng who was sitting in front of him, and did not sit down, stepped on the chair with one foot, and looked at Bufeng condescendingly and sneered: "How is Master Feng going to drink?"

Jumping up and stepping on the chair with one foot, he smiled strangely: "What can you do when you drink, how much do you drink, how much I drink!"

Zhang Chu raised his eyebrows, "A word is a certainty?"

Bufeng stalked his neck, "A mouthful of spittle and a mouthful of nails!"

"Hahaha......"

Zhang Chu suddenly laughed wildly.

As soon as he laughed, his younger brothers scattered in the banquet also laughed out loud at the same time.

The other Qinglong Gang members present laughed in confusion.

Is it so funny to fight wine?

Fortunately, there was a little brother with a broken mouth, who slapped the wine table and laughed, and at the same time explained their confusion without taking his breath: "That stupid... Stupid, dare to dare to fight with our Chu Ye, it's like playing a lantern in a pit and looking for death ()!"

Others don't know how much Zhang Chu drinks, but those of them who often eat and drink with Zhang Chu know it.

How good is it?

They don't know.

Anyway, every time they are all abandoned, their own Chu Ye can still be sober and arrange a place for them to live.

After laughing, Zhang Chu lifted the unopened burning knife in the jar, and simply said, "It's done!"

Bu Feng's face changed suddenly.

The Qinglong Gang members present were also frightened by Zhang Chu!

?

Ten pounds of burning knives, dry?

Are you sure you're not kidding us?

The cows are drunk to death, right?

Bu Feng didn't believe it either, and immediately sneered: "Are you bluffing Lao Tzu?"

Zhang Chu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he uncovered the mud seal of the burning knife, and said loudly: "Which brother came to identify whether this is a serious burning knife!"

"I'm coming!"

"I'll do it too!"

A few people who were not afraid of things came over with great interest, scooped out a bowl from the jar with a wine bowl, divided it, and drank it.

"It's a burning knife, yes!"

Some of the gang members smacked their lips in affirmation.

"It's definitely the five-year old burning knife of the old Chen Ji on Qinghua Street, and my drunkard dares to vouch for his head!"

Yo, he's still a master drinker.

"You drunkard's tongue, we are a hundred believers!"

The gang members of the Flying Eagle Hall shouted loudly, obviously helping the drunkard, but secretly, they were helping Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's eyes turned and fell on Bu Feng: "What's the matter, do you want to check it?"

Bu Feng crossed his arms and laughed to himself: "What's the matter, I don't believe that you can drink this jar!"

Zhang Chu grinned, smiled very innocently, and then lifted the wine jar with one hand and poured it into his mouth!

The crisp liquor cascaded down like a waterfall and fell into his mouth.

His throat swelled violently, swallowing one bite at a time.

The face is not red, the breath is not panting, as if what is drunk is not wine, but cold and white.

No!

Even if it is ten catties of cold white open, it can make a person vomit and die!

The banquet fell completely silent.

Everyone looked at Zhang Chu quietly,

Some people have straight eyes and a confused expression

Someone rubbed their eyes vigorously, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"Boom. ”

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reminded everyone present.

The next moment, there was the sound of swallowing spit everywhere.

What do they see?

The birth of a wine fairy?

No!

It is the birth of a legend!

From now on, everyone here will no longer brag about their drinking!

And witnessing this scene in front of them will become the capital they will brag about for the rest of their lives.

Bufeng's face changed again and again!

First, it turned white.

After that, it turns blue.

In the end, it turned into ashes.

He knew that he had planted it!

Ten catties of burning knives, he can't drink it!

But a man can be ruthless or evil, but his words must count!

Even if he dies drunk here today, he will definitely pour these ten catties of burning knives into his belly!

"Bang!"

Zhang Chu slammed the empty wine jar on the wine table, first burped, and then made a gesture of invitation to Bu Feng with a smile: "It's your turn!"

"Good man!"

Hou Juntang was the first to come back to his senses, slapped the wine table and got up to cheer loudly for Zhang Chu.

This elegant gang leader, who has always been light-hearted, actually had a little ups and downs in his voice at this time.

"Master Chu is mighty!"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses and get up and applaud loudly!

Zhang Chu arched his hand in all directions, then turned his head and made a gesture of please to Bufeng again.

He didn't expect things to turn out so ...... Smoothly!

Looking for him to fight for wine?

Isn't this death?

The amount of alcohol he drinks, is it okay that he himself is afraid?

Bu Feng glared at Zhang Chu, his eyes were red, and his resentful words jumped out word by word: "Okay, very good!"

Zhang Chu didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to him.

At this moment, in this situation, his gesture is a big mouth that is pumping the wind!

Bufeng staggered back a few steps, gritted his teeth fiercely, and was about to reach out to lift the wine jar.

Seeing this, Han Baohu on the side hurriedly got up to stop Bufeng, looked at Zhang Chu with a gloomy face, and said word by word with great difficulty: "He lost!"

Admit defeat.

It's hard, harder than he imagined.

It's a shame, and it's all thrown to grandma's house.

But it's better than watching Bufeng get drunk and die here, right?

Zhang Chu plucked out his ears in confusion and shouted, "What the hell are you talking about?

"Zhang Chu, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Bu Feng roared viciously, and rushed towards Zhang Chu with a tiger pounce with red eyes.

His name is Bufeng.

He's really crazy.