Although Ling Feng said that, it is unknown whether he dared to do that. You must know that he was originally just an ordinary farmer in the Ling family, who was not considered a family member in Guan Town. Although he was not a big family, he was also a good-for-nothing person and never thought about tricks to visit the kiln to grab women.

There seems to be many difficulties in making him go from the innocent young man in the farm to the Huahua Master who is visiting the kiln. Will he become "bad" or not? At present, no one can tell.

After giving Zixiao a hope, he said to Zixiao seriously: "Little Zixiao, don't think about so many messes in this matter. In a word, fight wine, our uncle and nephew, fight wine with each other. If you can't drink wine, it's okay. I'm here, I'll help you drink!"

Ling Feng said, then took the croaker into the forest and shouted: "Red Leaf Demon, today I will take my nephew and want to pass through your Qiuhongling. We will not go through the evil paths, nor will we fight against wisdom and strategy. We just want to bet on the alcohol content with you. Ten cups are not too small, and hundreds of jars are not too much. How much do you drink, our uncle and nephew will drink with you. I just want you to let our uncle and nephew go there today!"

Listening to Ling Feng's cry, a man who sounded a little handsome immediately came from the lush green forest. The voice contained a tone that made people feel very easy to deal with. The voice said: "It's rare. It's hard to find a person who drinks happily for thousands of years. Since that's the case, drink a jar of my maple bitter wine first!"

While speaking, two jars of wine had already floated out from the depths of the forest. There were two jars of ears hanging on the jars, and there were hanging runes engraved on the ears. It was the power of the hanging runes that supported the two jars of wine and flew towards Ling Feng and the others.

Ling Feng held the wine jar in his hand, uncovered the lid, smelled a sour smell inside, and asked at the other party, "What kind of wine is Maple bitter wine?"

Deep in the green maple forests all over the mountains, the red leaf demon immediately heard the response of the Red Leaf Demon: "Life has many hardships, maple forests have many declines. When you come to me, I will brew the wine unique to my maple forest for you. This wine is brewed by the fermentation of maple roots for many years, so it is called maple root bitter wine. The wine is mellow and not rich, but deep. Those who know it are happy, and those who don't know it are disgusted!"

As the voice sounded, a young man in a green robe floated from the distance of the green maple forest. His long hair danced in the maple leaf forest, so dark that it was like a water grass in the lake, very soft.

He looked very handsome. After his voice fell, he began to pour wine on his throat. A trace of wine flowed out like a clear spring, and soon wet his piaofen robe. However, he didn't care at all. He was still middle-aged, but he was like an alcoholic.

It turned out that this was a fine wine brewed by the other party. The wine was called Maple Root Bitter, which was made by fermenting the maple roots in the forest. As for what was mixed in it, it took those who knew the wine to taste it before they could taste it.

When Ling Feng saw the other party drinking generously, he poured the wine into his throat. The wine that pierced the throat was like a clear sweet spring, rushing into the man's belly. The man could carry a boat in his belly, and the man could carry a sea in his belly. A man was just a pot of heaven and earth, and a lake and a moored wine could also be poured into the man's belly!

It's really a bit bitter!

Ling Feng was stimulated by the bitter taste of the maple bitter wine, but he felt a little excited. At this moment, he liked to drink this maple bitter wine.

Seeing that his uncle had already poured a jar of wine, and seeing that the other party, Hongye Demon, had already drunk the jar of wine that belonged to him. He didn't want to show weakness, and wanted to tilt his throat to drink all his maple bitter wine.

He knew that he could not drink well, and probably could not drink two or three jars, so he would lose like he fought with Hunuhaci last time. But after all, he was a man. It was another matter whether he was drunk or not. Whether he could drink or not is another matter!

As a result, he was still carrying the lid of the pot, but Ling Feng suddenly poked his big palm and took the wine in his arms.

"Little kid, what wine should I drink? I have uncle here. You should give this wine to my uncle!"

Ling Feng said, a hint of rosy appeared on his cheeks, snatching the wine from the crocodile and pouring it into his throat.

Seeing Ling Feng like this, Qingxia immediately stomped her feet: "Hey, uncle, are you wrong? That's my wine? I remember when you were drinking, you were not as greedy as you are now. Why did you want to grab my wine today?"

Ling Feng poured wine into his mouth and looked at the celery with his eyes slanted. He didn't know what was going on today. He only knew that this time he wanted to drink, which would wipe out some boring things inside and outside his body.

Use alcohol to relieve sorrow, use alcohol to clear the chaos in his heart. Maybe use alcohol to relieve sorrow and worry more, use alcohol to clear the chaos but it will become even more messy. But at this moment, when the wine is pouring into his throat in his arms, he himself feels that his heart is calm, that is, he just wants to drink!

And just as Ling Feng was drinking boldly, a feeling of Emperor Manyang suddenly suddenly emerged and spread throughout Ling Feng's body.

At this time, Ling Feng's body was the body of Emperor Manyang. After he became Emperor Manyang, he felt that he was strong and difficult for others to recognize, so he simply prepared to use Emperor Manyang's body to go to the Demon Realm.

Perhaps because his body was close to Emperor Manyang, he felt that there was no longer a soul attached to Jiang Shi'er's soul, but an additional soul of Emperor Manyang. That kind of soul could only be felt when Ling Feng was drinking like this and was drinking like this.

Because of the kind of gratitude for the soul of Emperor Manyang, his divine cultivation system naturally emerged.

The originally quiet land, green forests, and flowers and plants in the autumn red ridge suddenly surged, blowing the flowers and trees tilted in one direction.

The Red Leaf Demon looked around. He felt that there had never been such a huge wind in Qiuhong Ridge before. He didn't know that the strong wind at this moment was thanks to the cultivation method of the Lingfeng gods, and was turning into endless Yuan power and slowly being sucked into Lingfeng's body.
Chapter completed!