Heifeng looked at Su Yu's expression and felt angry.
Noticing Heifeng's expression, Su Yu frowned slightly, not knowing what Heifeng wanted to do.
The other disciples all knew what was happening and thought that the matter would just pass.
At this time, Heifeng rushed towards Su Yu.
The speed was so fast that many disciples only saw an afterimage.
Even the afterimage is not clear.
Su Yu realized that Hei Feng had no intention of killing him and wanted to see what he was going to do.
Hei Feng hugged Su Yu's thigh and shouted, "Junior brother, come and compete with me!"
"Brother needs an opponent like you who is worthy of his full strength!"
"Let's have a drinking contest with Brother!"
Su Yu looked at Hei Feng who was lying on the ground and holding his thigh tightly, refusing to let go. He never expected that the other party would resort to such a rogue trick.
The position of the eldest brother of the Sword Immortal Sect is indeed not something that ordinary people can take.
Su Yu shook his head, sighed helplessly, and then smiled.
Miao Qingyin looked at Brother Su Yu and knew what he was thinking.
He said directly to Su Yu: "If you want to compete, go ahead!"
When Heifeng heard this, his eyes lit up and he stared at Su Yu as if he was looking at a woman.
Su Yu said directly to Hei Feng: "Go and get some wine."
Hei Feng was delighted when he heard this and shouted, "Why do you need to go get some wine?"
"The wine is here." After saying this, Heifeng returned to his cold and handsome appearance, as if nothing had happened.
He just waved his hand and jars of wine appeared all around him, at least a hundred of them.
Hei Feng saw his own territory and said arrogantly: "Junior brother, today we will drink a hundred jars alone."
"All I do is drink, not write poetry."
"Let Junior Sister be the witness."
As Hei Feng finished speaking, all the disciples gathered around him.
Miao Qingyin looked at Su Yu and nodded slowly.
Miao Qingyin said directly to the two of them: "Since that's the case, let the competition begin."
Heifeng picked up a bottle first, and then handed one to Miao Qingyin.
Heifeng drank it first in one gulp without saying anything at all.
Seeing this, Su Yu smiled slightly, waved his right hand, picked up the jar of wine and started drinking.
Drinking in big gulps.
The rich aroma of wine spread to everyone's mouth and nose.
The people watching nearby were so greedy that they kept drooling.
Watching both of them drinking with unparalleled generosity.
Countless people were envious of this scene and wanted to join the two of them.
Heifeng finished the whole jar in a minute and looked at the person next to him with envy.
With a wave of his right hand, thousands of jars appeared and he said, "Brothers and nephews, if you want to drink, then let's drink together."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience cheered.
They all picked up their wine glasses.
Su Yu also finished a bottle at this moment. This wine gave him the same feeling as the cocktail in the Great Xia Dynasty.
There is no degree, no big feeling at all.
Hei Feng saw that Su Yu was not inferior to him, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, continue."
Su Yu nodded.
Just keep going, he doesn't care.
He just picked up the wine and started drinking again.
Miao Qingyin was counting for the two of them beside them.
The disciples who were watching nearby, with only two or three lads at most, had all fallen down.
I couldn't even stand up.
Su Yu and Hei Feng had already drunk ten jars at this moment.
The more he drank, the more nervous Heifeng became. After all, he knew how much he could drink.
Seeing that Su Yu didn't seem to have any problems at all.
Heifeng knew that he had met his match this time.
I can't even speak.
I can only grit my teeth and persevere.
After all, the atmosphere is set here, and we can't surrender at this moment.
Thinking of this, Heifeng continued to drink.
Miao Qingyin's voice also continuously broadcasts data.
Eighteen Altars of Heifeng.
Eighteen Altars of Su Yu.
The two are equally matched,
As another ten minutes passed, Su Yu maintained a steady speed and continued to overtake Hei Feng.
Heifeng's speed became slower and slower as time went on.
The speed was so slow that it was basically all supported by willpower.
Miao Qingyin watched this scene and reported it again.
Twenty-three altars of Heifeng.
Twenty-six jars of Su Yu.
Just like that, Hei Feng couldn't help suppressing his urge to vomit. Looking at his junior brother who didn't show any abnormality, he kept cursing in his heart: "Is he a monster?"
"Even if he can drink a lot, wouldn't he want to vomit after putting so much into his stomach?"
Heifeng couldn't stand it anymore.
Finally, after taking the last sip, my stomach churned and my willpower reached its limit.
He vomited directly into the wine jar.
He lost too, and his whole body was swaying.
Those who couldn't drink anymore also saw that the eldest brother lost.
Seeing this, Su Yu stopped drinking, looked at Hei Feng and said, "You lose."
After saying that, Su Yu waved his hand and threw the bottle of wine away.
He took Miao Qingyin's hand and walked straight past Heifeng.
Hei Feng sat on the ground, looking at the wine and the strange light shining on him, and said, "Did I still lose?"
"This guy is really a pervert!"
The other disciples all laughed when they heard this.
Because in their hearts, they felt the same as Hei Feng, that Su Yu was a pervert.
In this pavilion, Heifeng and the other disciples were all lying together.
Sleep till dawn.
Su Yuze and Miao Qingyin returned to their own room.
The night passed like this.
The next day, when a bell rang, the sound of sword practice could be heard again in the square.
Su Yu listened to the sound of sword practice and complained, "These people are disturbing my sleep so early in the morning."
"Damn it."
Miao Qingyin listened to Brother Su Yu's words, which were completely different from yesterday, and shook her head helplessly.
Brother Su Yu is a bit hypocritical here.
But she didn't tell anyone.
In the Sword Immortal Sect.
At this moment, some people from other sects came.
These sects are all sword-practicing sects.
They are all the Heart Sword Sect, Qi Sword Sect, etc.
This time I came to the Sword Immortal Sect to build good relations among the three sects and to seek friendship.
Originally, the disciples of Jianxian Sect were going to marry into Xinjian Sect and Qijian Sect.
But at this moment, the leaders of the Xinjian Sect and the Qijian Sect wanted to turn the tables.
The three of them were arguing in the hall, their faces red.
There were curse words in their words, and no one was willing to give in to anyone else.
It seems like everyone is ready to fight if they have a disagreement.
This scene left people speechless.
Until the end, Jian Wuming was no longer bothered to argue with these old guys.
He waved his hand and said to his disciples, "Go and call my two good disciples."
Xin Jianyi, the leader of the Xinjian Sect, and Qi Jianji, the leader of the Qijian Sect, both laughed and asked, "What's the matter?"
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