Chapter 362 It's a pity 1

It is estimated that this table of wine and food is too expensive, and everyone is not eating and drinking fast; it may be because the battle of intention just now ruined the atmosphere, so there was not much speech when everyone was eating and drinking.

"Look at them, they can't bear to eat, haha..."

"They ordered Youlong Yin are probably not reluctant to drink it, but they dare not drink it!"

The other three began to provoke again, but they looked very happy to eat and drink.

"Don't pay attention to them, we'll just drink our own." Gong He raised his glass and said.

Xiao Lingyu nodded, while Lin Xi suppressed his anger and did not speak out.

But after three rounds of wine, there was a spiritual demon cultivator who came over with a wine pot.

"Everyone, meeting is fate. I wish you a cup." As the visitor said, he drank a full cup.

Xiao Lingyu and others just glanced at him and ignored him, but Lin Xi raised his glass and drank it.

Xiao Lingyu could actually guess that this guy is here to fight for wine.

"Brother, I'll respect you another cup." After filling him with it, the other party drank it all again.

Both sides are in the Spirit Demon Stage, so Lin Xi naturally won’t be afraid, and he was so angry that he just now that he wanted to take the opportunity to vent.

Next, the two of them drank ten cups in a row, but the person who came had no intention of retreating, and their other two joined in.

Lin Xi was still having a drink with the man who came before, so the other two of them naturally came to Xiao Lingyu and the other two.

The alcohol contained in this middle-level dragon roar is easy to digest, but the energy in it is not something that the true demon cultivator can absorb without restrictions.

The other party seems to be fighting for wine, but in fact he is fighting for cultivation. Whoever has insufficient cultivation will naturally be drunk and crawled down first.

Zhu Jin's cultivation is too weak, so he naturally will not participate in the fight. Under Xiao Lingyu's eyes, Cang Ju and Gong He went to deal with the other party's late-stage true demon cultivator, while Xiao Lingyu smiled and dealt with the other party's other party's other spirit demon cultivator.

Soon, all the wine in the wine pots on both sides drank.

"Give us three more pots!" the other party shouted boldly.

"Let's come to Sanhu too." Xiao Lingyu said without changing his expression.

In fact, until now, only Xiao Lingyu has not been affected by the alcohol. The other people's aura is a little ups and downs and their faces are flushed.

Xiao Lingyu is not far from the Spirit Demon Period and is not at a disadvantage in the realm. In addition, his chaotic magic power is more advanced than the magic power in the Dragon Roar, so he can use the chaotic magic power to first wrap the magic power in the wine, and there is no need to suppress or refine it immediately.

In fact, if you drink all three more pots, everyone except Xiao Lingyu would probably have to climb down.

As they drank, the few people gradually couldn't hold on, their bodies were already shaking, and their eyes gradually became blurred.

Seeing that the other three men fought so hard, they seemed to be unable to gain any advantage, so they all took the excuse to return to their seats.

Xiao Lingyu first silently helped the few people on his side to suppress the alcohol, and then walked to the table of the other three with a pot of wine.

"As the saying goes, it is impolite to come and not to go. This time, I was loved by the three of you to toast. If you don't come back and return the gift, it would be too disrespectful."

Xiao Lingyu first said a scene, then raised his glass and said, "Come on, I'll give you a few cups!"

The three of them had a bit complicated expression at first, but when they saw that only Xiao Lingyu came over, they felt a little more relaxed.

Moreover, the alcoholism of these three people has also risen. It is difficult for them to not accept the move. After all, people who are almost drunk will not feel drunk, and they all feel that they can still drink it.

After only a few more cups, the late-stage monk of the other party had already climbed onto the table and knocked over a plate of dishes. The oil stains flowed down his cheeks, causing guests at other tables to laugh.

He was drunk and woke up three points. The other two cultivators from the Spirit Demon Stage realized that there was something wrong at this time. Although the person who came only had the realm of the True Demon Stage, he seemed to be able to get it at will and would not be drunk at all...

"I have drunk enough today, why not find another opportunity to drink in the future?" said a cultivator in the other party, timidly.

"Haha, otherwise, my brother said just now that meeting is fate. Since you have fate, you must drink it happily."

Xiao Lingyu shook his head repeatedly and said with a smile: "Besides, we ordered three pots of wine just now, so we naturally have to finish drinking it, otherwise people would think we wouldn't be willing to drink it? Is this the case for you two?"

The other party was drunk and unintoxicated. They could hear what Xiao Lingyu meant and secretly regretted the provocative words he said just now.

"Okay, since you are so interested, let's accompany you!"

There was only half a pot of wine left. The two of them thought that there would be no problem for them after drinking this pot. Maybe there would be something wrong with each other, so they agreed.

After two steps, all the wine was drunk in less than ten breaths. Although the two spiritual demon cultivators were still supporting each other, their skills were already a little disordered, and their aura was irrepressible.

Xiao Lingyu smiled and returned to his seat in a daze.

If you have to forgive others, please forgive others. Although the other three are arrogant, they have no deep hatred with them after all. Xiao Lingyu just wants to punish them slightly and has no other ideas.

"Brother Mao, Brother Yu, you are all here, huh? Why did Brother Wei look like this? You must be the two of you join forces to get him!"

As soon as Xiao Lingyu returned to his seat, he saw a man and a woman walking downstairs. The man was okay to go to the three people who were having a drink with Xiao Lingyu just now, and seemed to be familiar with the man.

"Brother Yin, you are here just right, we are bullied!" A cultivator in the Spirit Demon Stage pointed at Xiao Lingyu and said in a confused tone with a positive meaning.

The monk surnamed Yin is also very young and has the same cultivation level as the Spirit Demon Stage. He looked at Xiao Lingyu, but then turned around and said, "Brother Mao, there are banned fighting in this Blood Moon City, and there are also signs of fighting here. How can I say that people bully you?"

"They had a fate to meet each other, and because they were fighting with us for a lot of people, Brother Wei was poured down by them." The monk named Mao said incredibly indignantly.

"Oh? Is this really the case?"

The monk surnamed Yin squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Lingyu and the others, and then he was very surprised. Although the other party was indeed crowded, there was only one early stage monk in the Spirit Demon stage, and even one child who looked about ten years old. How could he have such a great alcohol tolerance?

After a closer look, the monk surnamed Yin was even more puzzled. Although four of the five people of the other party were closing their eyes to regulate their breathing, they should be suppressing and refining the power of alcohol, but they did not look drunk at all, and their faces were not too abnormal, especially the monk who only had the True Demon stage, which seemed to have not drunk any wine at all.

"Haha, Brother Mao, we are five of us now. How many cups should we compete with them?" The monk surnamed Yin glanced at him and said with a smile.

When the monk surnamed Mao was about to drink, his heart subconsciously trembled. At the same time, he glanced at Xiao Lingyu. Seeing Xiao Lingyu looking at him with a smile, he suddenly felt the alcohol surge and his mind was a little confused.

However, firstly, foreign players are coming, secondly, they cannot be embarrassed in front of foreign players. The monk named Mao made a fuss and said, "Yes, if you fight now, it will be fair!"

"One who is running the hall, come to the four pots of middle-level dragon roar!"

The monk surnamed Yin shouted and slowly walked to the table of Xiao Lingyu and the others.

As soon as he walked to the table, the young man from the fare had already brought four pots of wine and placed it on the table.

"My fellow Taoists, I'm late to come down, so I'll punish myself three times."

After the words fell, the monk surnamed Yin drank three cups in a row, but his breath had not changed at all.
Chapter completed!