The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

"Brother Crazy, the boyfriend Qiqi brought back is drinking so much!"

"I played a game with brother Jianlin. Brother Jianlin's footsteps are vain. He has nothing to do!"

Ono looked at the big wooden house of the Zhang family from a distance, with an anxious expression on his face, but he didn't dare to press a lean, bearded, long-haired, somewhat decadent man beside him.

"If it wasn't for being a wine master, I would have broken that kid Jianlin's leg!"

Zhang Kuang's eyes were cold, he went down the mountain not because of some good drinker, but because of his cousin Zhang Keqi.

Zhang Keqi is the treasure of Chixi Village, their pistachio, and the youngest cousin of his Zhang family.

"Don't worry, Brother Crazy, I'm absolutely guaranteed to let you drink to your heart's content this time!"

Zhang Kuang has been in Jiufeng Mountain all year round. Apart from studying the tea ceremony, he is brewing wine. Everyone in the world knows that there is such a madman.

The tea ceremony is amazing, and the capacity for drinking is called infinite!
"Humph."

Zhang Kuang looked disdainfully, what he cared more was that Qiqi brought her boyfriend.

Years go by like the wind, looking back ten years!
"Crazy Brother is here!"

"Crazy Brother is here!"

"Haha, the crazy brothers are here!"

"It's really lively tonight."

The bonfire party has already started, and the surrounding lights are brightly lit.People from some ethnic minorities have started singing and dancing.

The whole roasted lamb was driven up.

"Ok?"

"The qi and blood of the muscles and bones? Sure enough, there are masters!"

Yang Feng's expression moved slightly, and he slightly turned his head to look at the figure slowly walking on the small road at the head of the village.

"Four elephants!"

Seeing the arrogant figure of the long-haired man, Yang Feng's expression changed.

"Om~!"

Zhang Kuang, who entered the village, even shrank his eyes, and his body was shocked.

In the end, he walked into the Zhang family compound step by step with incredible eyes, the cheers all around, and the hustle and bustle of the bonfire party seemed to have dissipated.

Only Yang Feng, who was smiling but not smiling at the moment, was in his eyes.

"I have a life-and-death friend who is good at drinking and drinking tea. I have never been drunk since him."

Yang Feng looked at Zhang Kuang, his eyes were full of brilliance.

"Wow~!"

The bearded man was arrogant, but his eyes were wide open, he looked at Yang Feng without squinting, picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

"Wow~!"

Yang Feng also ate it all in one bowl.

The old head who was in charge of pouring the wine could see the smell of gunpowder, and the wine bowls with plum blossom piles were never empty.

"Clatter~!"

The two just looked at each other across a table, drinking bowl after bowl.

The old man pouring the wine couldn't keep up with the speed of the two drinking,

Wu Jianlin, who was half drunk, came to help pour the wine!

"Yang Feng, mad brother!"

Zhang Keqi sensed something was wrong, there was guilt, self-blame, helplessness in Zhang Kuang's eyes, a kind of binge drinking that shamed Yang Feng.

And although Yang Feng's face was calm, Zhang Keqi saw a look of seeing how you escaped this time!

The two of them know each other!

This is Zhang Keqi's intuition!

"Amazing!"

"Amazing!"

"Eighteen bowls!"

"What eighteen bowls? There are already 24 bowls!"

"My God, the highest record I remember is nineteen bowls!"

Everyone around looked at the two of them drinking, and they were all shocked!
Although it was not as passionate as Wu Jianlin and Yang Feng's just now.

But at this moment, the two of them seem to be red-eyed, and they must decide whether to win or lose!

"Add wine, add wine!"

"This cylinder is almost gone!"

Someone exclaimed.

Excluding the water tank, the wine in this tank is sixty catties, but it has already bottomed out!
Both bodies never wavered.In addition to the rosy complexion and red eyes, it seems that he can kill a tank.

"It is rumored that Li Bai, the sword fairy, has a poem and a bucket of wine, and a bucket weighs twenty catties, but he has already been called the wine fairy."

"These two have surpassed Li Bai, surpassed Li Bai!"

An old man stood up, Wu Jianlin and several young people also looked shocked!
Such a drinking capacity is no longer a simple drinking capacity, but a comparison of cultivation.

Cultivation refers to the strength of the body, blood, muscles, internal organs, and will!
Don't think about how many people already know that Yang Feng is a martial artist, a master!
If you don't deliberately force out the alcohol, you can only rely on your own blood and internal organs to digest it.

"sorry!"

After opening the second jar of white tea and rice wine, his face was ruddy, and Zhang Kuang, with red eyes, suddenly said sorry.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this.

"drink!"

"Change to a bigger bowl!"

Yang Feng's face was also reddish, but he asked people to change the bowl even more proudly.

"it is good!"

"Change the sea bowl!"

"This is a record of our wine fight in Chixi Village, and we are all witnesses!"

A respectable old man gave a loud shout, causing the shocked Wu Jianlin and the others to look excited.

"Oh~!"

The surrounding area is even more boiling.

"Wow~!"

Zhang Kuang looked at Yang Feng, seemed to understand what Yang Feng meant, and gradually there was no shame or self-blame in his eyes, but a hint of passion and enthusiasm!

"drink!"

The sea bowl is a special bowl for fighting wine, and one bowl is exactly one catty!
For the first time, Zhang Kuang showed excited eyes.

"drink."

Yang Feng also smiled.

The two drank again!
The people around them applauded again and again as they watched their drinking capacity.

Zhang Keqi looked closely at the eyes of the two of them, as if wanting to see something.

The surrounding bonfire party is getting more and more lively.

"Why do you flee?"

Yang Feng drank another bowl.

"Injured and comatose, washed away by groundwater, just in time to learn that the grandfather passed away, so he pretended to disappear."

"Wow~!"

Zhang Kuang is also a bowl.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Yang Feng took another bowl.

"Guard the homeland!"

Zhang Kuang is also a bowl, but his voice is full of helplessness.

What the two said was incomprehensible to others, and they were playing charades one sentence at a time.

"Pong!"

In the end, he lost his strength in madness, put down the wine bowl and accidentally broke it, staggered and stopped the bickering.

This is lost, already drunk!
The second jar of wine has also bottomed out.

"Okay, the highest recorder Yang Feng, 66 Sea Bowl!"

"Roar~!"

With the voice of the respected old village head, the bonfire party entered the most exciting stage.

Yang Feng was also recognized by the whole village.

The 66 Sea Bowl is destined to be included in the history of Chixi Village's wine fighting, and it can be boasted for many years!

I'm afraid no one will believe it!

"Hehehe, happy!"

"Pong!"

After the wine fight was over, the bonfire party became more and more lively. With a wild smile, he sat down on the edge of the bonfire, grabbed a goat's hoof and ate it.

He was already very drunk, and even his muscles and bones could not withstand forty to fifty catties of white wine.

Although most of it turned into sweat and invisible steam leaked out of the body.

But it is already in a state of conscious drunkenness.

But drunk and happy.

"Damn it, you won't give me one!"

Yang Feng also sat down on his ass, 66 catties of white wine, even if the powerful internal organs were decomposed, it turned into mist and dissipated through the pores.

He also felt bloated.

He couldn't help snatching the roasted sheep's hoof from Zhang Kuang's hand, and began to eat it.

Yang Feng also became drunk, but he was also drunk and comfortable.

At their level of cultivation, with their powerful qi, blood and internal organs, even if they are allowed to be paralyzed by alcohol, unless it is a secret wine, it is difficult to really get drunk.

"Boss, did you know that I was not dead from the beginning?"

Zhang Kuang tore off a piece of mutton again and ate it.

"No, I really thought you were dead. At that time, a radius of one kilometer was destroyed. You who were injured would definitely die."

"Later, I always wanted to come to Chixi, the hometown of white tea that you often talk about. I happened to come to Datang, and what's more coincidentally, I met your cousin Keqi."

While speaking, Yang Feng looked in Zhang Keqi's direction.

"Have you two known each other?"

Zhang Keqi brewed two cups of tea and brought them over, "Come on, white tea won't hurt your stomach."

"Hehehe, Qiqi, Yang Feng is my boss. Didn't you all wonder what I was doing ten years ago? Ten years ago, I was hanging out with him."

"If Grandfather hadn't passed away, if Grandfather hadn't promised to protect Chixi Village, I would still be by the boss's side."

Zhang Kuang looked at the bonfire, his eyes reflected the raging fire.

Four elephants, longbow.

The long bow is Zhang, and Zhang Kuang is the four images of one of Yama's ten generals!
Yang Feng always thought of his friend who died in battle, Sixiang!