Two large ocean bowls, floating in warm soup water.
Shen Lang pulled out the stopper of the black gourd and poured out the wine.
When the amber-colored wine with golden color was poured into the bowl of the sea, Chen Yang couldn't help but listen.
He heard nothing.
Ordinarily, when pouring the wine, Chen Yang would be able to judge how much wine was in it from the sound it made when the wine hit the gourd wall?
If you don't hear this, it proves one thing. The two big bowls poured out are just a drop in the bucket.
This black gourd, as Chen Yang had guessed before, is a magic weapon. The wine contained in it is not a problem for a lake or at least a swimming pool.
There are two large bowls in front of Guang. One is two or three kilograms of wine, and the two add up to five or six kilograms.
"Done!"
Shen Lang picked up the bowl, touched it to Chen Yang who was forced to go to work, and drank it down.
Not even a drop of wine leaked from the corners of Shen Lang's mouth, and all of it went into his stomach.
When Chen Yang saw this scene, he sighed secretly, knowing that he had met a real drunkard, not a fake arrogant one.
"If it's the latter, I'm afraid most of it will flow down the chin and directly into the warm soup."
"How can you be as honest as this one? It's all hanging in your stomach."
Chen Yang tilted his neck in resignation and drank the wine in the same gulp.
As soon as the wine entered his mouth, he felt like a ball of fire, exploding in his mouth, burning through his throat, and forming a ball in his stomach, like the blazing flames in Laojun's Bagua furnace.
"happy!"
"What a pleasure!"
Shen Lang drank three bowls in a row.
It's all about pouring wine, toasting, and saying "it's all in the wine."
It's all in the wine, what else can Chen Yang say?
"I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."
When the three large bowls went down, the inside of his stomach evolved from a pill furnace to a mountain of flames. Chen Yang felt like wisps of flames were burning through his skin and trying to come out of his pores.
Just when Chen Yang couldn't help but use his magic power to control his drunkenness, he suddenly saw Shen Lang opposite him with a face that was also red, and winked at him.
Chen Yang suddenly realized.
Not only because of Shen Lang's reminder, but also because of the reaction in the body.
Waves of spiritual power surged like a tidal wave, penetrating through all the limbs and bones in an instant. It was as comfortable as a person soaked in a hot hot spring and sweating, lying on a rest bench with his whole body sore.
It will be ten times and a hundred times more.
Chen Yang was amazed that this spiritual power was particularly suitable for his cultivation of Tongyou Jue. It seemed to have been carefully prepared, just like the spiritual power he had absorbed and tamed, slowly and obediently flowing into his Dantian.
In just a short period of time, his cultivation actually improved.
Chen Yang asked in shock: "Elder brother, this wine?"
Shen Lang smiled, squinted his eyes, and said cheerfully: "Your senior brother, I am also someone who has a chance."
Chen Yang understood it as soon as he heard it and stopped asking any more questions.
That statement is basically nonsense.
"No matter how many people can stand on a high place, especially in a sect with serious involution like Yin Mo Sect, it is impossible without some chance."
"Senior Brother Shen Lang will certainly have a chance, and it will be a big chance. Otherwise, why would someone from a poor family be able to firmly occupy the position of Senior Brother?"
"What Shen Lang means is that the refining method of this spiritual wine is chance."
Chen Yang knew it wouldn't be that simple, but he couldn't ask further.
Asking about other people's opportunities and getting to the bottom of it is a taboo in the world of immortality.