Ling Feng was not convinced about drinking. He knew his background and thought that drinking also requires talent. In terms of drinking, he was obviously not as strong as Nu Yiqiang, nor as strong as Hunuhaci. Nu Yi and Hunuhaci are geniuses in the drinking industry. As for him, he can only be considered a little bit of entry in this regard!

Before he started drinking, he was thinking about using the way of Manyang Emperor to transform wine, but now he was hit by the alcohol, but he felt that his blood was rushing around. How could he use his demonic power to dissolve the poison of the wine according to his original idea?

But I still have to drink this seventh barrel of wine. Ling Feng felt that he had gritted his teeth and could last until the eighth barrel. The seventh barrel of wine seemed to be fine!

Seeing Ling Feng holding the seventh barrel of wine and not drinking it for a while, Hunuhaci immediately said excitedly, "Brother Ling Feng, if you don't drink this, do you think my toast is not enthusiastic enough? In this way, I'll do it first!"

After Hunuhaci said that, he started drinking first this time. He was burly and he could drink the wine, and he could see his throat swallowing. The sport seemed to be no different from when he was just drinking.

This was the first time that Hunuhaci was officially toasting. Everyone consciously worked the buckets in front of him, so Hunuhaci started to toast and the people watching the fun immediately cheered and cheered.

From the cheering expressions, we can see that I hope Young Master Ling Feng and Young Master Nu Yi will get their king drunk. It is clear that they and their king are the same!

When I was half a bucket, the singer who had originally welcomed everyone on the high building began to show her throat and sing again:

"I opened my hands and let the breeze blow, let go of everything, and I was free and easy all over the sky. Although it was hard to find a soulmate, I was all friends in the world. I only sang this time and I will not sing "Yellow Crane Tower" in the future."

"How many spring and autumn have flooded Parrot Island. Many years later, are there any tall buildings? Wuchang a thousand-year dream!"

Another girl with a loud voice, after this melodious girl, pulled the whole song to the highest height, and she sang there like the sound of nature:

"The clear river reveals the trees in Hanyang, and the fragrant grass covers the Parrot Island."

"Where is the village at dusk? The smoke and waves on the river make people sad."

"The envoy on the smoke and waves of the river - people - sad -"

That is the eternal quatrain sung by the singer on the tall building. At this moment, Hunuhaci was drinking alone. The artistic conception in the song was just right with the lonely master Hunuhaci, and no one could drink with him.

As soon as the slave felt this posture, he had already been ready to drink and wanted to drink it, but he was not like a croaker. He always had a kind of regular respect in front of Ling Feng, so although he wanted to drink it very much, he still looked at Ling Feng's eyes and waited for his uncle Ling Feng to drink before he could drink it.

And Ling Feng finally gritted his teeth and lifted his barrel and began to pour it into his throat after Hunuhaci drank the seventh barrel of wine!

The third one finally got his wish. As soon as his uncle started to drink wine, he immediately pulled out the bucket plug, like a strong cow, and started to drink big mouthfuls with the momentum that Hunuhaci had just poured the seventh barrel of wine.

But when he was filling most of the barrel, his wine barrel suddenly stopped pouring backwards, and then turned his gaze to the side where his uncle Ling Feng was.

It turned out that before his uncle Ling Feng had finished filling the seventh barrel, he had already staggered and fell to the ground. The wine pot in his hand was too hard to bear the hardness of the ground and it also broke with a "clang". His uncle Ling Feng was just lying in the wine.

"I, my uncle's alcohol tolerance is still not good, but I have to work hard, I have to help me, I have to help me finish eight barrels, and then carry my uncle and brothers and bloody cassia Yiya to the 18th floor high building, blow the wind, blow the wind, blow..."

Ling Feng lay in the wine, waving his right hand like a flag. He thought he could drink the eighth barrel, but somehow, as he drank the alcohol in front of him, he drank and drowned him on the ground.

He did not expect the impetus of alcohol, so he overestimated his ability to withstand alcohol.

When he finished speaking the words, seven golden-winged birds suddenly flew out from inside his body. He lay on the ground and crawled a few steps, and the golden-winged birds flew out a few. He used the power of the Great Sage of Mingkong to turn the wine poison into the golden-winged bird and flew out to dissolve part of it. However, the alcohol was too strong, and it would be impossible for him to get up in a short time.

At this moment, he felt that he was in line with the situation after Emperor Manyang returned from heaven to earth. He couldn't help thinking, maybe when Emperor Manyang came back from the Golden Crow Emperor's Sumotian wine, he was drunk very much, but maybe he would feel very happy in his heart?

After all, although he was drunk at this time, the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure was beyond replenishment, and he gave up a confrontation between hatred and position. When Emperor Manyang and Emperor Jinwu met thousands of years later, they should actually be happy in their hearts, right?

He was drunk on the ground and was thinking randomly, but the fight between Nu Yi and Hunuhaci continued.

Nu Yi did not lose his fighting spirit because of his uncle's fall. On the contrary, when his uncle Ling Feng was there, he felt like he had put shackles on himself. He always had to look forward to the front and back when drinking. When his uncle Ling Feng fell, he became more free and felt that he could fight with Hunuhaci more happily.

So he was satisfied with the seventh barrel of wine that he had not finished drinking, and poured it into his throat with a few more mouthfuls, tilting his neck!

"Gulugulugulugulu--"

The sound of drinking was a display of his youthful and vigorous spirit, and a display of his hot and fierce temperament. Zhang Qingyun told Ling Feng that the genus was very suitable for survival in this desert polar region, and the Nu Yi at this moment seemed to be not giving in.

At least in the things that people in the desert like Doujiu like, Nu Yi’s generousness can make friends with a large number of brothers!

When the seventh barrel of wine was finished, a fiery red blinked in Nuyi's eyes. The fiery red color was different from when his beast blood exploded before. The beast blood burst out, and the whole eye would turn red and demonized. However, his current red color was caused by the dilation and abandonment of blood after drinking. His consciousness was very normal and sober.

When his seventh barrel was finished, everyone around him stood up, applauding or cheering. The excitement was even more enthusiastic than when their border king Hunuhaci drank the seven barrels of wine.
Chapter completed!