"Linglong, you drink at such a young age, does Old Man Lu know?" Zhang Chuyi looked at the drunk and slightly drunk Lu Linglong with a smile, and poured a cup of soy milk into the cup.

Originally, he planned to let Lu Linglong drink soy milk and drink beer by himself, but who knew that Lu Linglong misunderstood, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Chu Yi, I drink beer as a girl, why do you still drink soy milk, no, no, at least you have to change the beer." ”

"You look like a big sister." Zhang Chuyi swept around the table, but didn't find beer, only saw an unopened bottle of Moutai.

Zhang Chuyi stretched out his hand to twist the lid of Moutai, and then poured a full cup.

"Brother Chu Yi, are you here for nothing?" Lu Linglong's eyes widened, and the friends at the table next to her were also stunned.

For young people who are hot-blooded, drinking beer at the banquet is a way to show their boldness, and at the same time, it can also quickly promote the relationship between each other.

And the beer is not very strong, except for some special physique, both men and women can drink two or three bottles.

But baijiu is different, not only does it taste intense, but it can be served in two or three glasses, which is definitely not something that young people like them can withstand.

"Uncle Junior, do you drink?" Zhang Chuyi poured a full cup and turned his head to look at Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu hurriedly waved his hand: "Poor Dao is not good at drinking, so it's better to drink soy milk." ”

"Linglong, I drink an average amount of wine, this cup is for you, I'll toast, you are free."

After Zhang Chuyi finished speaking, he raised his head and swallowed Feitian Moutai into his stomach like drinking boiled water.

A fierce intent burned into his stomach along the esophagus, Zhang Chuyi felt that his whole body was warm, and the pure yang heart fire was a lot stronger.

Lu Linglong didn't talk nonsense, drank all the beer in the cup, and then made a drink gap very unvividly.

Zhang Chuyi laughed: "Are you drunk?" When you are drunk, you will be the same as Lingyu Zhenren, and you will change it to soy milk. ”

"No, you don't." Lu Linglong raised her palm and shook it, "Let me slow down and come back right away." ”

"Linglong, I'll help you!" The hidden dragon came out with his belly up, and poured Moutai into his cup.

"Heroes save beauty, right?" Zhang Chuyi raised the cup and drained it again, "It's still the same sentence, I'll cheer, you are free." ”

Hidden Dragon could hear such words, and he raised his glass and raised his head to learn from Zhang Chuyi's appearance.

But after only half of the drink, he had to put the cup on the table and cover his mouth desperately.

"The trash can is over there." Zhang Chuyi intimately pointed him in the direction.

But Hidden Dragon is really a man, even if he was choked with red faces and tears, he actually pressed down this half cup of Moutai.

But even if it's only half a cup, it's already making him unable to fight again.

However, there are many people on Linglong's side, and seeing that two generals have been broken at once, they all came over with great righteousness and wanted to start a wheel war against Zhang Chuyi.

And Zhang Chuyi is not afraid, whoever comes is a glass of liquor.

In this way, Linglong and her friends were all drunk to the toilet and vomited by Zhang Chuyi.

As I said before, Zhang Chuyi doesn't like to smoke, but the amount of alcohol is still good.

In the martial arts hall in his previous life, who of the brothers and sisters didn't have any pain on their bodies?

I can't suppress it with bone-setting medicine alone, so I can only smoke and drink, and the amount is very large.

Of course, Zhang Chuyi rarely touched wine after he was reborn, but who let these young people make him a little better, so he indulged a little, but unfortunately he didn't drink much.

And all of this was seen by several bigwigs at the next table.

Looking at the appearance of the children raising their glasses and drinking, the old people also remembered the pride of scolding Fang Xuan when they were young, and their eyes were full of memories.

"It's good to be young." I don't know who came to say this, which opened everyone's chatterbox, causing a group of old men to open their hearts and tell about the eventful years of the past.

The stamina of the liquor is still very large, although Lu Linglong and the others vomited up the food they ate at noon, they still went back to the room in a daze and wanted to sleep.

When they were called up for dinner, they all grinned with a headache.

In the evening, no one dared to toast with Zhang Chuyi anymore, and the drink was replaced with soy milk.

The birthday feast was spent in laughter, but no one left after the end, because the main play would not start until tomorrow.

The guests were all unobtrusive heroes, and the wine they drank at the banquet was measured by pounds, and after walking into the residence, they snored so loudly that the whole building was like the thunder department of the heavenly court.

Fortunately, Zhang Chuyi's meditation exercises are quite good, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to sleep in this environment.

The next day, the sky was beautiful and the sun was shining.

Inhumans from all over the world gathered in the martial arts arena, and the bigwigs sat on stools, and the proud juniors they brought stood beside them.

Seeing that the people were almost here, a middle-aged man came out of the Lu family, and said loudly: "Today, the world's heroes are gathered, which really makes my Lu family shine, I don't know which talent wants to show his hands in front of the elders and pull out the jackpot?" ”

No one responded, and it seemed that everyone was still in a wait-and-see mode.

But soon, a sturdy young man with an impatience walked to the center of the martial arts arena, hugged his fists at the ten guys, and shouted with full anger: "Seeking truth, Ma Shan, who has come to fight with me?" ”

"I'll meet him." On Lu Linglong's side, a man wearing a light blue gown with an unusual hairstyle that covered half of his face stood up, slapped his palm lightly with a fan in his hand, and then walked towards Ma Shan.

"Good Xiao Xiao, you must beat him!" The crowd immediately cheered for him.

"Deyun Club, Xiao Xiao." Xiao Xiao hugged his fist at Ma Shan.

"Deyun Club? Among the four generations of Yunhe Jiuxiao, how is your strength? Ma Shan's face was full of flesh and he smiled fiercely.

"It's just a countdown." Xiao Xiao shook the fan lightly and said calmly.

"Interesting." Ma Shan hugged his fists and saluted, but his right hand was palm on top and his left hand was on the bottom of his fist.

"Why do you still salute fiercely!" Lu Linglong and a group of friends were immediately unhappy.

The warrior holds his fist, and the left palm and the right fist are good gifts, which means to learn martial arts, and the point is up.

On the contrary, it is a fierce salute, which means that this competition is not only superior, but also life and death!

"Don't get excited." Zhang Chuyi comforted with a smile, "What Ma Shan is holding is not necessarily a fierce courtesy, you look at his posture." ”

Lu Linglong and the others took a closer look and found that Ma Shan was squatting sideways, with his right arm and shoulder in a line, his fist next to his chin, and his left hand bent over his heart.

"This posture ......" Lu Linglong has been cultivating Neidan in Baiyun Temple all year round, and he has not had much contact with martial arts, so he only feels that this posture is very familiar, but he can't tell which martial arts it is for a while.

"That's the Liangyi pile of Bajiquan." Zhuge Qing didn't know when he came behind everyone, and said with a smile: "The etiquette of Bajiquan is just the opposite of other martial arts, the left fist and the right palm are good, so there is no problem with Ma Shan's fist. ”