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Chapter 470 Fighting with Qiao Feng

At night, Chen Zi'ang slept with Xu Ling's waist, but there was no other movement.

It was morning when I woke up, and the scorching sun shone into the room and illuminated the room.

"Zi'ang, you said we've been here for a few days, have you seen Qiao Feng? Is it because he is too famous in the martial arts and doesn't want to see you?" Xu Ling said worriedly.

"Although Qiao Feng is famous, he is a bold man. How could he not see me? I'm just waiting for an opportunity." Chen Ziang shook his head.

"Well then, I'll stay in the inn today and continue practicing the Nine Yin Mantra. I feel like I'm about to break through to the later stage of the day after tomorrow," Xu Ling said happily.

"Yes, your aptitude is quite high." Chen Ziang couldn't help nodding his praise. Although the Jiuyin Mantra is very mysterious, but being able to reach the later stage of the day after the day after just one month, it shows that Xu Ling's own aptitude is also very high.

"It's all because of your good teaching, and the credit for this cheat book," Xu Ling said with a smile.

"You can continue practicing, I'll go too." Chen Ziang got up and washed his face, then simply ate something in the inn and went out.

It was getting late, and there was a lot of people on Songhe Tower, and noises could be heard from a distance.

"Finally here," Chen Ziang muttered while looking at Songhe Tower, and then walked towards the building.

Songhe Tower is actually a restaurant that sells wine and cooks food, but its name is elegant.

At this moment, there are many unsophisticated beggars eating upstairs, and many of them are still wearing ragged sacks. There is no doubt that they are all members of the beggar gang.

Walking into Songhe Tower and choosing a corner seat to sit down, Chen Ziang said
"Storekeeper, bring me a jar of good wine"

"Okay, wait a minute, guest."

After a while, the shop assistant brought a jar of wine, put it on the table, and asked, "What else do you need?"

"I don't need it for now, let's go back first." After Chen Ziang finished speaking, he began to pour a bowl, drinking wine and looking around.

There were 12 beggars in one shop, and they sat at three tables together. At this moment, they were all full of food and drink, and only leftovers were left on the table.

Chen Ziang glanced over the faces of the 12 people one by one, then shook his head in disappointment, thinking to himself, "Am I going to miss another day today?"

Not to mention the appearance of these twelve people, the momentum alone is not enough. One of the reasons why Qiao Feng is admired is that he has a heroic spirit all over his body.

Suddenly, a brawny man with disheveled hair came in. The brawny man was wearing clothes woven from burlap, with a leather bowl guard on his wrist, and a pair of black cloth shoes under his feet.

His face was as resolute as the cliff of a mountain, with some stubble on his chin, his eyes were firm, and his whole body was full of a man's vigor.

"It's finally here!" Chen Zi'ang felt relieved when he saw this person. In the martial arts, who else could have this momentum besides Qiao Feng?
Among the twelve beggars who "helped", the most qualified person recognized Qiao Feng and wanted to call out to the leader of the gang but was stopped by him.

Qiao Feng took out some pieces of silver from the purse and slapped it directly on the counter, "I've settled the money for these three tables."

"Thank you, thank you." The beggars left Songhe Tower gratefully.

Chen Ziang looked at him with admiration. As expected of Qiao Feng, he was always thinking of the brothers of the Beggar Gang.

"Bring me three catties of sorghum wine first, bring me a few dishes, and give me the biggest bowl of yours." Qiao Feng chose a table and sat down, shouting loudly.

After the wine jar was placed on the table, Qiao Feng patted the altar lightly, and after shaking off the mud, he couldn't wait to pour a bowl, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The diameter of the bowl is [-] centimeters, which is more than enough for ordinary people to serve soup.

Chen Zi'ang watched it from the side, although he was not a good drinker, but seeing Qiao Feng drinking so much, he couldn't help but evoke the wine bug in his stomach.

Qiao Feng seemed to notice Chen Ziang's gaze beside him, turned his head to look at each other and smiled, but didn't say much.

Chen Ziang directly carried his wine jar and sat opposite Qiao Feng, then turned to the shop assistant and instructed, "This master's wine bill will be charged to me, and I will give it to you later."

"Hey, alright." The second shop assistant smiled and nodded in agreement. Chen Zi'ang has been drinking in the shop every day these past few days, so he can be regarded as a little acquaintance.

"Why do you want to settle the bill for me?" Qiao Feng looked at Chen Ziang and asked at the same time.

"I want to drink with you"

"Why do you want to drink with me?"

"I have never met an opponent at the wine table in my life. Today, I see my brother drinking as easy as a cow drinking water, so I want to ask for advice."

"Okay, if you can beat me today, I'll make you a friend," Qiao Feng said with a bold smile.

"Come on, the first bowl of my brother will respect you first." After Chen Ziang finished speaking, he filled a bowl. Qiao Feng was many years older than him, and there was nothing wrong with calling himself a younger brother.

"Hey, your bowl is too small." Qiao Feng stopped Chen Zi'ang with his hand, and then shouted to the second shopkeeper, "Bring this son a bowl as big as mine, and then add 20 pounds of sorghum wine."

The diners in the four seats were amazed. Ordinary people can drink a pound of sorghum wine, which is considered a good drink, but this person only needs 20 pounds, which is really scary.

"Guest officer, have you finished drinking 20 pounds of wine?" The second shopkeeper asked again, for fear that he had heard it wrong.

"You don't have to save money for this gentleman today. You can call as much as I ask you to drink." Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"Okay, please wait a moment." After saying that, the shop assistant took a large bowl and four wine jars, each 5 jins, adding up to exactly 20 jins.

Chen Zi'ang filled the big bowl with wine, and smashed the small bowl directly on the ground, saying loudly

"Done!"

"Dry"

The two of them drank up to the sky, and it took only about a second for both of them to finish the big bowl of wine, which was more than a pound.

After Qiao Feng finished drinking, he found that Chen Ziang had also finished drinking at the same time, and he immediately developed a lot of goodwill towards him.

"I thought the young master was bragging, but I didn't expect it to be huge. Come on, continue." Qiao Feng laughed, and continued to pour the wine. Chen Ziang did the same.

Twenty catties of wine sounds like a lot, but it's actually a matter of twenty bowls. One bowl per person means ten bowls per person.

These ten bowls of wine, Chen Zi'ang did not use internal force to force the drink out of his fingers as in the middle of the original play, but directly fought with Qiao Feng!
It's hard to come across such an opportunity, you should drink it!

"Shop, go straight to the wine vat," Qiao Feng said loudly.

"come"

The store owner held two 20-pound wine jars beside them and looked at them admiringly. He had been the second child in Songhe Tower for so long, and he had never met anyone who could drink so well. Thinking of meeting two at the same time today, and still fighting for wine.

"It's too troublesome to pour the wine, let's just hold the bottle and drink it." Qiao Feng said, he lifted the wine bottle to drink, it was no longer called drinking, and the wine was poured directly into his throat, very fast.

"Okay!" Chen Ziang also raised the wine jar and did the same, and all the sweet and spicy wine entered his stomach.

None of the people around was eating or drinking anymore. They all stopped their hands and watched the two fight for wine, because it was so exciting!

　Come, drink this bowl of sorghum wine! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)