Who dares to miss my old enemy

Zhao Ran looked at the wine glasses placed in front of him one by one, and said impatiently: "Don't put them out, just serve a bucket."

The servant who poured the wine was about to speak, Zhang Chen raised his hand to signal Zhao Ran to do as he said, and even his table was changed from wine glasses to wine barrels.

Zhao Ran raised a wine barrel with one hand, neither light nor heavy, and opened it directly before the other party called to start.

His crisp movements and calm demeanor made many people present dumbfounded, and the women on the ring building even shouted for it.

All of a sudden, almost all the people in Lianxiang Pavilion focused on Zhongtang.

To be precise, it should be focused on the man in white who was drinking.

Zhang Chen has only experienced this kind of aura in a few people, so naturally, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​wooing the other party.

Zhao Ran quickly put down the barrel and commented: "The taste is not bad, better than the one just now."

The servant behind Zhang Chen was startled, his eyes full of disbelief.

It was a real spiritual wine, which only monks could drink. Most people would lose control of their spiritual power and die when they drank it. Therefore, generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the better the drinking capacity.

But what is going on with this man.

Seeing that his cultivation was only in the Qi training period, he actually drank a bucket of strong wine that even a Golden Core cultivator could pour in a glass!

Zhang Chen saw that the other party was about to pick up another barrel of wine, so he immediately picked up a barrel himself, not to be outdone.

With this person as an opponent, there is absolutely no room for retaining strength. For some reason, Zhang Chen has this intuition.

Seeing that the other party had also started, Zhao Ran's drinking speed also increased.

A quarter of an hour later.

"I didn't expect that I drank the entire table." Zhang Chen put down the last barrel of wine on the table and looked at the person at the opposite table.

Zhao Ran opened his eyes unconsciously, just in time to meet Zhang Chen's gaze again.

After yesterday's incident, Zhao Ran decided to simply close his eyesight in the Huiyuan Realm to avoid trouble.

When Zhang Chen looked closely at Zhao Ran's dull eyes, his heart felt cold for no reason, and he couldn't imagine the original expression in those eyes.

After drinking a table, Zhao Ran inevitably felt a little dizzy and his thoughts froze.

Facts have proved that things like alcohol are not very good for the body, and the spiritual power contained in the alcohol has already begun to ooze in the body, as if it will be able to successfully dock with the curse of the magic-breaking gun in the next moment.

"What, can we continue?" Zhao Ran challenged.

His provocation directly ignited the audience, upstairs and downstairs, there was a wave of applause, even mixed with cheers from men and women.

Places like Lianxiang Pavilion have always been a place to seek flowers and ask willows. No one would expect anything exciting here. What happened today is rather a miracle.

For the first time, Zhang Chen felt that people were in danger of being overwhelmed by applause. Under the brilliance of this person in front of him, as an opponent, he seemed to be a tiny supporting role.

In such a situation, even if he is as indifferent as Zhang Chen, he can't help but have a winning mentality in his heart.

Yes, he wanted to win this man.

"Go on." Zhang Chen raised his hands horizontally, his sleeves fluttered lightly, and spiritual power was injected into his thick male voice, and the sound waves aroused further excitement among the people present.

The corner of Zhao Ran's mouth curled up slightly. Although under normal circumstances, he would not bother to compete with anyone other than Chen Xuan, but the man in front of him did have qualifications that he had to face up to.

The wine presented by the servant this time is no longer as many barrels as before, but a bottle of each, and ten glasses are poured out of each bottle.

The third of the top ten spirits, one step at a time.

The color of the wine is blood red, and the name of the wine is famous for the fact that people who drink it can't walk a step.

A Nascent Soul cultivator would be poured down in one cup, and even a Golden Core cultivator would have to pour down the wine after smelling it for a long time.

In case Zhao Ran misunderstood, Zhang Chen also said in advance: "Just one drop of this wine can beat the ten barrels of wine just now."

As soon as these words came out, all the onlookers gasped, and some people could tell what kind of wine it was based on experience, and they couldn't help but sigh at the generosity of Lianxiangge.

A cup can sell millions of high-level spirit stones, which is equivalent to the total income of Lianxiang Pavilion overnight.

Now it is only used to fight wine, which can no longer be described as rich and powerful.

Zhao Ran remained expressionless, walked to the table, and casually picked up a glass of wine, as if it wasn't a piece of cake, but street vulgar.

At this time, including Zhang Chen, everyone in the audience couldn't help watching Zhao Ran's actions with bated breath.

And Zhao Ran acted as if no one was there, tilted the wine glass, sweetness entered his throat, and instantly saw the bottom of the glass.

"Drink, drink!" Someone was the first to shout.

It wasn't until then that the audience realized what had happened, and they began to be in an uproar.

"It's a bit sweet, and the taste is better than the one just now." Zhao Ran put down his glass and muttered.

Zhang Chen was taken aback.

This person not only drank for a while as if nothing had happened, but also began to judge the wine with ease.

He asked the other party to drink first. In fact, he was more or less lucky, hoping that the other party would retreat after drinking a cup, and he could sit back and reap the victory, because even he could only drink three cups at most. If you drink one more glass, the spiritual veins will not be able to sustain the violent spiritual power of the wine, and at worst it may lead to body explosion and death.

When Zhao Ran saw Zhang Chen's face was stiff, he knew that his bluff had worked.

This bit of spiritual power in the wine is nothing to him, if he unlocks the forbidden spell on his body, he can still drink this wine even if he is given a tank.

But not now.

The internal organs are reshaped by the erosion of the curse all the time, not to mention drinking, this is not a state where you can eat.

Zhao Ran didn't realize this before the wine competition, and he didn't regret it at all after realizing it.

Rather, this kind of desperate crisis is Zhao Ran's daily life.

Of course, for him, the only person in this world who can make him feel the crisis is Chen Xuan.

Even the current situation, after all, is thanks to Chen Xuan.

Yes, Zhao Ran almost forgot, the purpose of his coming here is to win this competition, to find clues to catch those Xiaoxiao who dare to miss his old enemy.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ran couldn't help smiling, and said to Zhang Chen, "What's the matter, don't you want to drink?"

Needless to say, this is the second provocation.

All the onlookers could hear the great majesty in the deep voice, different from the cheers just now, they were silent for a while, even motionless, not daring to disturb the people in the center of the hall at all.

Zhang Chen's complexion changed, and he walked over without any annoyance, picked up the wine glass in his hand, poured it down without blinking his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

Sure enough, a hot current surged into the blood vessels of his whole body, wanton sex.

Even so, Zhang Chen remained nonchalant on the surface, and followed Zhao Ran's words just now, saying: "Indeed, it's a bit sweet."

But as soon as Zhang Chen dropped the cup, Zhao Ran had already raised the second cup. When Zhang Chen finished speaking, Zhao Ran had already finished the second cup.

He seamlessly connected the conversation and reminded the other party: "It will be a little sour after a long time."

The audience exclaimed.

There were some women on the side who couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Chen was almost agitated by these words, but fortunately, he did a good job of superficial skills so that no one would see his abnormality.

And the other party was obviously a little drunk just now, one step at a time is definitely effective, it's just that the other party pretended to be good, so they didn't show their secrets.

But from this point of view, it may be impossible to knock this person down within three cups.

Then, we have to...

Zhang Chen's eyes darkened, and the exercises were activated in his body, he raised the second cup, and drank it down in one gulp. With the exercises, he believed that he could drink up to the seventh cup at most.

So after drinking the second cup, Zhang Chen raised the corners of his mouth, intending to show his ease.

Hearing the sound of falling cups, Zhao Ran didn't change his expression. He raised the third cup with his left hand and held the fourth cup with his right hand. After drinking one cup after another, he moved swiftly without stopping.

Rao Zhang Chen has countless people, and he has never seen someone who can drink so much...

Like drinking plain water.

Not only Zhang Chen, but everyone in the audience was a little dumbfounded.

This unremarkable man, whose cultivation was only at the stage of Qi training, actually drank ten cups of Yi Yi Tian, ​​one of the top ten spirits, in the time of a cup of tea.

"Oh?" Zhao Ran put down the last cup, faced Zhang Chen, and said calmly, "Aren't you going to drink?"

Zhang Chen was taken aback, he could only drink up to the seventh cup no matter how hard he tried, but the other party drank eight cups in one go, he had no chance to save the situation.

He lost this wine competition.

"I lost."

As soon as these words came out, no one in the room dared to laugh at the master behind the scene of the Lianxiang Pavilion, but there was a moment of silence, just watching silently.

At this time Zhang Chen said again: "May I ask, how did you drink it?"

how to drink.

Zhao Ran couldn't help frowning.

If that counts as drinking, then any act of eating in the world counts as drinking.

Of course he didn't drink it, he just burned the wine together with his stomach, anyway it was going to be remodeled, it's not a problem to empty some of his organs temporarily.

Naturally, this cannot be told to the other party.

So Zhao Ran replied, "You can drink whatever you want."

Zhang Chen was convinced, and was about to step forward to say something, but suddenly, his body became extremely stiff, because he suddenly realized the terrifying killing intent coming from a certain direction on the seventh floor.

why.

Of course he knew the owner of the killing intent, but that person would never show such killing intent to ordinary people.

There is no other reason, but because they are not worthy, they cannot be the target of killing intent at all, because their heads must have fallen to the ground before that.

Fortunately, that killing intent was fleeting, and disappeared in Lianxiang Pavilion together with that terrifying sense of existence.

"You can talk about the request." Zhao Ran thought that Zhang Chen had been in a daze, so he had to remind him.

"..."

This cold voice just broke the fear in Zhang Chen's heart, making him follow the voice and raise his eyes to face the person in front of him.

The other party probably thought it was troublesome, so he simply closed his eyes. No matter how he looked, his appearance was ordinary, even a little weak, but his demeanor revealed majesty, and his speech had a kind of omnipotent self-confidence.

"Yes."

Zhang Chen responded subconsciously.