Bu Chen felt a little embarrassed, he praised the forbidden Yuan Danmiao, not to call the purple-clothed girl Ah Miao.

But the people obviously misunderstood, Bu Chen felt that if he had to say the word okay, the other party would definitely scold him for being a psychopath.

"Ahem, it's still a while before the start of the fight, are you interested in chatting?"

"What are you talking about?"

"For example, is Miss Ah Miao interested in pouring wine for the leader?"

Ah Miao looked stunned, turned her head to look at the drunken old man, and saw that he was indifferently sitting on the rattan chair, Ah Miao turned her head and held the tray in her hand, and smiled at Bu Chen.

"Childe thinks, who can win the crown?"

"That's naturally Bu. ”

Bu Chen is still confident!

But as soon as these words came out, the drunken old man sitting on the rattan chair suddenly frowned, and dozens of people behind him blew up the temple in an instant.

"Where did the wild child come from? The hair has not grown, didn't the adults of your family say that the baby should not drink?"

"Young people, be low-key, as the so-called people outside the world have heavens, ignorance and arrogance will make people laugh. ”

......

Bu Chen knew that his words would definitely set off a storm of saliva.

After all, all the people present are Yuan Shi, and their cultivation is above the five-star, and they are admired on weekdays, how can they stand the disrespect of a young man?

Bu Chen didn't think much of the abuse from everyone, and always stared at Ah Miao, who was silent, and looked at the big eyes of the water spirit blinking one after another, like bright stars in the night sky, which was quite charming.

Under the eyes of the two, a quarter of an hour came, and the drunken old man sitting on the rattan chair raised the wooden staff of the dragon head and gently knocked it on the ground.

"It's time to kick off! ”

The drunkard old man gave an order, only to see twenty-nine maids brush sideways, lift the lid of the altar and hold the wine jar, skillfully pour a pound of wine in the jar into three bowls.

Every inch is golden!

More than 20 people took the wine bowl and drank, but Bu Chen stared at Ah Miao, the two seemed to be facing each other, Bu Chen covered the wine jar with his hand, and never let the maid pour the wine.

Time passed bit by bit, and about a quarter of an hour passed, and strange things appeared.

In the rear, more than 20 people seemed to have fallen into evil, and those who smashed the bowl and scolded angrily, cried bitterly, and laughed loudly abounded.

"Damn, after the wine fight is over, Lao Tzu has to kill that Chen Qi, even if the elder blames it, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu wiped his neck with a sword. ”

In the penultimate row, a thin man raised his eyebrows and looked murderous, gulping down wine, and sweating for the maid on the side.

"Alas, it is not easy to live in this life. Especially our martial arts cultivators, who have pursued the peak of martial arts all their lives and devoted themselves to cultivation, how many of us can finally step on the bottleneck of the Yuan Master? ”

In the penultimate row, a man in a navy blue robe drinks to kill his sorrows.

"Haha! In the morning, I found a high-grade mortal vessel in the auction house, and it only cost three thousand taels of silver. Pour the wine. ”

Behind Bu Chen, the burly man smiled, in a very good mood, gulping down wine.

Among those present, Bu Chen was the only one who didn't drink a drop of wine.

Not only did he not drink, but he also refused to let the maid pour wine, as if he had come to meet Ah Miao on purpose.

In this way, there was a stalemate for another quarter of an hour, and more than ten contestants in the rear fell down one after another.

"Ah Miao, did the young man surnamed Bu die of drinking? I'm here to ....... ”

The old man with the fan walked into the backyard with a smile, and when he came to Ah Miao's side, he was stunned when he saw Bu Chen.

"Why didn't you drink a drop of wine?"

Bu Chen squinted at the old man holding the fan, and continued to face Ah Miao without speaking.

"What's the situation?"

The old man with the fan was stunned, turned sideways and asked Ah Miao, and said, "Why doesn't he drink?"

"Second grandfather, he asked me to pour wine. ”

"Yo he! You kid is tired and crooked, right? Dare to let Ah Miao give you ....... The old man with the fan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and he turned his words: "Ah Miao! ”

"What? Second grandfather, you ....... ”

"Xiao Cui, you go to the side to rest first. The old man with the fan pushed the maid away, smiled and pulled Ah Miao's wrist to the table, pointed to Bu Chen and said: "This kid didn't make the second grandfather angry with me outside the building, you pour him wine, and the second grandfather will beg you this time." ”

"Second Grandpa......"

"Pour wine, you pour him wine. ”

......

Ah Miao was ground by the second grandfather and her head was a little big, so she had no choice but to pick up the wine jar, glared at Bu Chen fiercely, and poured a pound of wine evenly into three bowls.

"Don't forget the pact between you and me, boy. The old man's right hand moved slightly, opened the paper fan and shook it gently, staring at Bu Chendao with a little disdain.

Bu Chen smiled indifferently and didn't speak, picked up the first wine bowl and sniffed it, and then drank it all.

The moment the wine was ingested, Bu Chen's sword eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and for some reason, what happened in the Tianxuan Sect flashed sporadically in his mind, and the flames of anger quietly appeared.

Bu Chen put down the wine bowl, turned sideways to look at the contestants behind him, thoughtful in his eyes, turned back to pick up the second wine bowl, and drank the wine in the bowl.

In less than three seconds, he didn't know what Bu Chen remembered, and a faint mist appeared in his eye sockets.

Putting down the wine bowl, Bu Chen drank the third bowl of wine, and in an instant the whole person became weird, the mist in his eyes turned into tears and flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and his dark eyes flashed with fear and longing, but the expression on his face was a little joyful and a little sad.

"How does it feel?" asked the fan-wielding old man with a sneer.

"Good wine!"

"Still pretending to be forced!Ah Miao, pour him wine. ”

......

One altar and one catty, Bu Chen wasted nearly half an hour, but he drank much faster than more than twenty people, and he cleared ten altars in half an hour.

"Boy, you can drink as much as you want. Ten altars are belly, and the little face is neither red nor white. The old man shook the paper fan indifferently, and there was no panic on his face.

"Pour the wine!"

......

Eleven altars!

Twelve altars!

......

Fifteen altars!

At this point, there were only twenty minutes left until the end.

Looking at the thirty tables, including Bu Chen, there were only three people left.

The old man with the fan didn't care about how much the other two had drunk, what he cared about was whether Bu Chen could drink anymore and how to let him drink to death.

"Boy, stop like this, the old man looks down on you. ”

"Stop?"

Bu Chen wiped the tears on his face, the longing and killing intent in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and his expression was indifferent, and it was difficult to see the slightest negative emotion.

"What a joke!"

Bu Chen smiled disdainfully at the old man holding the fan, reached out and grabbed the two wine bowls, and drank them all in an instant, without the slightest drunkenness.

"I don't know how this wine is made, but the entrance can stimulate and aggravate my inner emotions, and it also evokes too many memories for me. Not only my hometown, but also the bad old man I never want to think about. ”

"Bad old man?" Ah Miao was slightly stunned!

"It's my dad!"

Bu Chen picked up the third wine bowl, and just put it to his lips and suddenly looked at Ah Miao.

"Everyone else calls him eight pounds, and he will drink eight pounds of wine every day. Wherever you go, you drink, where you get drunk, you sleep. He has drunk all his life, and he has been ugly all his life. ”

Putting down the wine bowl, Bu Chen had already drunk sixteen jars without the slightest drunkenness.

"You...... ...... the hell How much can you drink?" Ah Miao swallowed and asked in conclusion.

"This body, I...... I don't know. ”

Seeing that Ah Miao picked up the wine jar to pour the wine, Bu Chen stretched out his hand and snatched the wine jar, and looked at the old man with the fan with a smile.

"There is still a quarter of an hour left, are you ready for a hundred thousand taels of silver tickets?"

"Pretend!"

"No! I'm awesome. ”

The corners of Bu Chen's mouth curled slightly, gave up the wine bowl, pushed away Ah Miao's little hand, and directly picked up the wine jar.

"Don't believe it, you see. ”