Super Field Energy Controller

On this day, the two men drank together.

Mr. Tang took out the liquor that he had collected for many years and made an appointment to see who would fall down first if he could use his Neiyuan cultivation to dissolve the alcohol.

Logically speaking, the stronger the cultivation level, the stronger the ability to withstand alcohol and even various toxins. On the cards, Tang Xinzhai is a sure winner, but Yang Fan has already achieved the eternal body in an instant, so he is not afraid and happily accepts it.

As the two women stared at each other in astonishment, a jar of strong alcohol with over 60 degrees of alcohol was drank into their bellies like water.

Within a moment, there were eight small one-pound wine jars on the ground. The old man and the young man each drank four kilograms of strong liquor.

"Young man, you're a drinker!" Mr. Tang's face glowed brightly. He looked at Yang Fan, who was only slightly red in the face, laughed boldly and praised loudly.

Yang Fan took a large piece of spicy braised pork head meat and said lazily in his eyes: "Is it okay, old man?"

Tang Xinzhai glared and said, "You're kidding! Come again!"

As a result, eight more small wine jars quickly appeared on the ground.

By this time, even Mr. Tang's eyes began to become blurred, and his face was as red as a steamed prawn.

Yang Fan was just sweating profusely. Although his face was red, his eyes were still quite sober and he looked slightly tipsy.

Tang Xinzhai said with a big tongue: "O-Brother! I'm convinced! I've played wine with countless people, and I've been hailed as the God of Wine by countless people. It wasn't until I met my brother today that I realized what a real wine master is!"

"Brewmaster? Ha!"

Yang Fan grabbed the wine jar, stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion, looked at the beautiful sunset with only half of it blurred, and poured it into his mouth freely and freely.

Until he drank all the wine in the jar, he threw the jar out with a muffled sound.

In the middle of winter, there is a cold wind in the mountains. At this time, a biting cold wind came whistling, blowing his hair back, making his clothes fly, but he remained motionless like a mountain.

His eyes looked into the distance, showing reminiscence and nostalgia.

A low and magnetic voice sounded slowly, as if telling a long-standing story.

"I once saw a man who took the core of the sun as charcoal, dug out the big star in the sky as a furnace, gathered the sea of ​​thousands of stars as water, poured it into the endless valley of immortal essence, burned the mountains and boiled the sea for hundreds of years, and cooked thousands of kilograms of fine wine. On that day, he holds a big star in his hand, crosses the galaxy, and travels across the world, just to share it with his friends, and only gets drunk once he is drunk. Such a person can be called a wine-drinking god!"

Not only Tang Anya and Jian Xinyi were stunned on the spot, but Tang Xinzhai was also dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, and they all had the same thought at this time: Yang Fan, who seemed not drunk, turned out to be drunk and talking nonsense.

"Okay!" After a few seconds of silence, Tang Xinzhai suddenly clapped his hands on the table and cheered, his eyes shining: "This cow boasts so magnificently, it's rare in the world!"

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Yang Fan turned around and laughed dumbly.

Old Man Tang can be considered a real person, but Yang Fan likes to deal with people like this.

However, he is really not bragging. There is indeed such a wine god in the God Realm, and he is his best friend just like that madman.

Therefore, under the influence of the God of Dionysus, Yang Fan not only became addicted to alcohol and understood wine from being a teetotaler, but also learned extremely clever wine-making methods from the God of Dionysus.

I have drunk a lot of so-called good wine in the past few days, but even these good wines are quite tasteless in Yang Fan's opinion, which is better than nothing.

If given the chance, Yang Fan would be willing to brew some real wine.

As if he felt that Yang Fan was already drunk, Tang Xinzhai's eyes flashed with shrewdness, and with a smile on his face, he suddenly said: "Little friend Yang, those three boys who have decided to fight to the death with you are determined to kill you. To be honest, bro, how sure are you?"