Yao Jiujiu refused Ling Feng's name. In Yao Jiujiu's eyes, it seemed that Emperor Manyang was an unattainable person, so he had to have full respect for Emperor Manyang. From this we can also see that Emperor Manyang is still very powerful. Even a sip of alcohol in the Naked Heaven era knew that he was powerful and would respect him.

Seeing that Yajijiyao was stubborn, Ling Feng no longer cared about these things, and asked Yaojiyao what substantial benefits did it have, why did the 18th generation ancestors of the Red Leaf Demon want him?

Yao Jiujiu said to Ling Feng: "Drinking, my advantage is that I can make the people I like drink a lot of wine. In short, everyone in the world is not my opponent in drinking. Now I am yours. As long as someone asks to fight you for wine, I will definitely make you unbeaten!"

Yao Jiujiu said this a bit big. You must know that the sky is great and the earth is great. If the sky is not big enough, then there is still outside the sky. There are people in the human world and there are countless strange people in the universe. Yao Jiujiu can drink, and the Manyang Emperor is also very powerful. But in the universe, is there really no one who surpasses the Manyang Emperor in drinking?

Ling Feng felt that it seemed unlikely that Yao Jiujiu said that he had the best alcohol tolerance!

After a while of conversation, Ling Feng wanted to stuff Yao Jiujiu into his crotch. He said that it was not suitable for Yao Jiujiu to live in other places, but it was just right to stuff it into his crotch.

Ling Feng was addicted to covering his crotch. He did it as soon as he said he did it. He immediately felt that he stuffed Yao Jiujiu into his crotch again and again, but that was actually just Ling Feng's hallucination, not Ling Feng really did that. Ling Feng was so drunk that he couldn't even wear his pants. His hands were also sleeping and lost their correctness. How could he have the strength to cover Yao Jiujiu like before he got drunk?

It was so confused and confused that after passing through countless thoughts, Ling Feng tossed and turned, only to know that he was drunk and wanted to fall asleep quickly and wake up early to return to normal state, but those thoughts were like millions of horses. After this horse left, the horse came again, the one in the east walked, the one in the west ran out again, which made Ling Feng unable to sleep.

Until time passed, all the hallucinations in Ling Feng's sleep suddenly disappeared. He felt that his consciousness had stopped, and replaced it with a kind of emptiness and tranquility that was left without tranquility.

The feeling of emptiness and tranquility only stopped for a while, and he immediately felt grateful for the changes in the Taoist power in his body, and he seemed to be about to be promoted.

When he went to the sky, he gained the power of the Saint Mahmu Lei Pond, and by chance he would be promoted to the seventh level and possessed the strength of his own Venerable Realm.

This time, because he absorbed a lot of Tianyuan with the God Clan cultivation system, and was possessed by Emperor Manyang once, he was released from his mind. In addition, he drank so much wine, which promoted the operation of the thunder power in the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder Formation, his strength began to rise wildly.

He used to be around 2 or 3 levels in the Venerable Realm. This time he felt that the time had come. The thunder power in his body was like a wild horse that had escaped the border, running out frantically from his dantian, the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder Array, and the major thunder pools.

He was promoted in that intoxicating feeling. He felt that his Yuanli horse was like he was grazing on the vast grassland. On the grassland, there was a strong wind on the grassland protected by the Canglang God, and the wind on the Canglang Plain.

Those powerful and crazy Yuan powers led his level up, helping him to level up from level seven to level three to level seven to level seven, level seven to level five, and then level seven to level six!

He suddenly advanced from the seventh level to the seventh level, and he didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt very energetic. He even felt that his level was still rising from the seventh level to the seventh level peak and the eighth level holy realm!

He felt that he had been promoted to the eighth level holy realm, but later he felt that it was just his illusion. He was still at the seventh level and sixth level. He felt it was a pity that he was not strong enough, but his comprehension was still a bit lacking. The feelings in Taoism need to be deeper to break through the seventh level confinement. If all these were done, he felt that there was no problem with him to the eighth level!

What made him feel strange was that although he had reached the seventh level, his realm still seemed to have not been revealed. After others were promoted to the seventh level, their own realm would usually appear, but he still could not use his own realm to fight against others. He didn't know why.

In short, he was drowsy and completed his promotion state. Once the promotion state was completed, his feeling of not being able to fall asleep came up again. He suddenly thought of this and there, he suddenly became happy, sad, and felt very comfortable. He suddenly felt that everything that happened just now would be just a strange and absurd dream. When the dream woke up, nothing was gone?

And he also had a very incomprehensible feeling, that was, someone seemed to be taking off his clothes.

He felt something was wrong. In Qiuhongling, there were only three men, He, Cai Jie and Hongye Demon, and there was no one else. According to normal circumstances, he and Hongye Demon were drunk. At this time, Cai Jie should have to take on the role of his little nephew and wear all the clothes he had not worn yet. How could he do the opposite? Not only did he not help him get the clothes done, but he also had to take off his clothes?

What made him feel particularly embarrassed was that he seemed to be dragged by someone and piled up on another person, and then flipped by someone and piled up on himself by another person. The person who piled up with him was not a normal person, his bones were very thick and hard, and he seemed to be a man.

As he felt this way, he couldn't help but frown in his sleep and had goose bumps all over his body. He had never had that kind of hobby. What kind of ghost dream was he doing? How could he have such a dream? Is this going to kill him?

But thinking about it, he felt that this should be his own illusion. Such a situation would not happen. It makes no sense. Who would do such an unpredictable thing and pile him up with other men?

Just as he thought of this, he suddenly saw a set of white women's clothes. The woman's clothes were very beautiful, but it was just a set of clothes. There was no one inside the clothes. The clothes floated in front of him, like a beautiful fairy, leading him to get rid of the strange dream of goosebumps that were piled with another man.
Chapter completed!