"Although this wine is not very strong, it contains extremely strong spiritual power. You should drink it slowly and don't burst yourself."
When Yi Feng's wine glass reached his lips, Zhan Tian's voice rang in his mind. Hearing Zhan Tian's verbal reminder, Yi Feng couldn't help but move the wine glass that had reached his lips to his eyes, but neither his physical eyes nor his spiritual consciousness could detect it.
I could tell there was something special about this glass of sake, and I couldn't feel the strong spiritual power Zhan Tian mentioned.
"What's the matter? Little friend, do you think there's something wrong?" The old man drank all the wine in his glass and saw Yifeng looking suspicious, so he asked.
"Drink, you can still tolerate one or two cups." Zhan Tian said to Yi Feng again. Yi Feng did not hesitate, raised his neck, and drank the drink.
There was nothing unusual about the first time the drink entered his stomach, but after a while, Yi Feng felt a majestic spiritual power in his stomach suddenly rushing towards his veins.
Yi Feng quickly activated his power to suppress it, and his face turned red. The spiritual power in the wine exploded so quickly that Yi Feng was a little unprepared. After being instructed, Nascent Soul immediately spit out streams of true energy to guide the thick spiritual power.
The force circulates in the muscles and veins, and then is absorbed by Yuanying and slowly transformed.
The whole process lasted less than ten seconds. When Yi Feng came back to his senses, he saw a slightly surprised look on the old man's face. Yi Feng answered the old man's question: "Senior, this drink looks ordinary, but it contains
He possesses a very huge spiritual power, which really makes me admire him."
The old man had actually noticed Yi Feng's weirdness a long time ago, so he asked him to stop and talk about it before. This first glass of wine was also to test the specialness of Yi Feng's ugly Nascent Soul, but he didn't expect that even a master in the integration stage would drink it.
A cup of wine that would take several years of solitary confinement to digest, but Yi Feng actually suppressed it in such a short time.
After being stunned for a moment, the old man filled another glass for Yi Feng and said: "This drink is made by me using Yuanling grass and eighty-one kinds of spiritual flowers. Although it seems ordinary, it has mysterious connotations, especially the drink."
The moment when the spiritual power suddenly bursts out in the belly, the drinker will feel comfortable all over, and it can be regarded as the best wine. My friend, please have another glass."
Yi Feng quickly declined and said: "The boy's skills are shallow. He can barely digest one cup. If he drinks another cup, he will probably explode on the spot."
"What? Is it possible that my little friend doesn't like this thin glass of wine?" The old man's face condensed and he said with a hint of anger.
Yi Feng was speechless and had no choice but to take the wine glass. After the old man finished drinking, he also drank the second glass. Fortunately, this time Yi Feng was well prepared. Before the wine entered his stomach, he drove
The true energy waits, and when the spiritual energy has just exploded after the drink is in the stomach, the true energy circulates with the spiritual energy, and then is sucked into the mouth by Nascent Soul again.
After absorbing two huge amounts of spiritual power, the Nascent Soul's belly bulged, the spiritual light all over his body flashed, and there was even spiritual liquid that could be transformed in the future overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
But when Yi Feng moved his eyes to the small table again, his wine glass was filled by the old man again. For the first time, Yi Feng felt afraid of wine and spiritual power.
"Little friend, it is fate that you and I meet here. This third cup must be finished no matter what." The old man said reluctantly.
"Senior, I believe you can also see that this junior can barely drink two cups, but this third cup cannot be drunk no matter what. If senior wants to take this junior's life, it is better to do it directly, so why waste your time?
Where is this fine wine?" Yi Feng really didn't intend to drink it anymore, so he could only firmly refuse.
The old man drank the wine in his glass leisurely, and said calmly: "Old man, I have a strange problem. I have to drink at least three glasses of wine to get along with anyone, otherwise... hum! I can only toast, but I can't change it to a penalty drink.
Yes, but the penalty is three drinks."
Yi Feng had already drank two cups. If he was punished with three more cups, the consequences could be imagined. Feeling that Yuanying's current state was not too bad, Yi Feng remembered what he said when the old man knocked the magic dragon with a bamboo pole just now.
Needless to say, the old man just poured the wine into his stomach.
What surprised Yi Feng was that Yuanying did not spit out his true energy again to draw the spiritual power that exploded in his belly, but instead spit out a stream of spiritual liquid.