Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 441 Blood Wine
On the Sifang wine table.

All four were a little impatient.

But Xiao Qingxin still explained everything.

And Prince Xiejun, Gongyang Xiong, and Xie Wushuang all know something about Sifang Restaurant.

Even Li Jianbai who doesn't know Sifang Restaurant now knows the rules and methods of this restaurant.

Fetch wine!

By strength!
drink.

It also depends on strength!
In short, if you drink the best wine, you can get good results, and each person has three chances.

The last three times are superimposed, and the ranking is based on the total strength score.

If you come last, you have to admit defeat, commit suicide, and die!

The young master Xiao Qingxin on the first floor spoke solemnly, his words were meticulous.

As long as there are strong and strong people, even the ninth-level immortal wine will appear.

Not long ago, there was a person who obtained the eighth level of spirits!

The man did everything in his power.

Obtained a cup of eighth-level spirits.

It's a pity that the man also exhausted all his strength in order to get the wine.

In the end, he lost his strength, and even if he got the eighth-level spirit, he couldn't drink that cup of eighth-level spirit in the end.

Because the eighth grade spirits are as powerful as a mountain.

Once you eat it, you will definitely suffer backlash from the spirits.

If you don't have the ability to refine, you will end up exploding and dying.

Because, the alcohol strength of the eighth-level spirits is equivalent to a elixir at the peak of the prefecture level, but it is more irritable than the elixir!
It is equivalent to powerful spiritual power entering the body. If it cannot be refined and used for its own use, there will only be one result in the end, which is to hurt others and oneself!

If you don't die, you will be seriously injured!
"Miss Xiao, of course I know the rules of your first floor." Gong Yangxiong looked at Li Jianbai with a sneer: "I just don't know if some countrymen also understand the rules of the first floor. It’s not good to make a joke, and it will affect the reputation of the first floor.”

Hearing this sentence, Li Jianbai immediately retorted and snorted: "Hehe, you are defeated, you are not my opponent just now, so don't worry, I will definitely drink and admire the beauties, but you will definitely Be careful, after drinking to death, choking to death, falling to death, that is the real generosity of laughter!"

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"Come on, you and I are on the stage, and now we are drinking to death, stop talking nonsense, go up and get the wine, I want to learn and learn!" Li Jianbai directly provoked.

"Hmph, boy, just wait." Gong Yangxiong couldn't hold back his anger towards Li Jianbai.

And Xiao Qingxin continued to explain the rules.

"From one to nine, the spirit wine is divided into nine levels, one point for the first level, two points for the second level, and nine points for the ninth level. Each person has three chances, and the final score is the winner."

"it is good!"

"If you lose, you will die. For the last one, you will commit suicide!" Gong Yangxiong pointed at Li Jianbai and shouted.

The prince Xie Jun also nodded and said, "I agree!"

Li Jianbai did not speak, but looked at Xie Wushuang. The two swordsmen looked at each other and nodded at the same time to express their agreement. .

"Let's get started, I can't wait." Gong Yangxiong was already looking forward to it!

Considering that the most outstanding disciple of his Gongyang family is the head of the next generation, and he is also a golden body, can he still be inferior to a congenital nameless waste?

Drinking begins.

The four of you looked at me and I looked at you, none of them planned to be the first to stand out.

Although the four of them are all sharp-edged, they need to show their formidable strength when they really go on stage to stimulate the bar and obtain spirit wine.

Being the first to appear on stage will easily expose one's own strength.

The further you get to the back, the better you can make the best judgment and the best plan. None of the four is a fool, and none of them is arrogant, even if it is Gong Yangxiong.

Xie Wushuang and Li Jianbai looked at each other.

The two swordsmen had sword intent surging in each other, and Li Jianbai also felt a familiar feeling in Xie Wushuang, but it was not clear.

Gong Yangxiong looked at Prince Xiejun, and there was a sinister smile in their eyes.

The prince Xie Jun snorted and said, "In this Eastern Wasteland, I, the Great Chen Dynasty, can be regarded as half of the host. If that's the case, then I'll come first."

No one refuted.

Xie Wushuang, Li Jianbai, and Gong Yangxiong watched quietly.

Prince Xiejun, as soon as he made a move, he activated the Sifang wine table, which is a huge ancient original stone wine table.

It directly connects to the place where the wine is stored on the first floor.

In the wine cellar on the first floor, there are endless spiritual wines.

In a word.

As long as you have enough strength, even the top grade nine immortal wine can be presented on the bar for you to enjoy.

Everything depends on strength.

The strength is in one's own hands, what kind of wine can be obtained depends on one's own ability.

Now on the Sifang wine table, everyone has three chances, and the spirit wine obtained three times is the winner.

And the last one is doomed!

The princes of the Great Chen Dynasty made a move, each of them had three chances.

It is the wine-taking rules of Sifang Wine Table.

Each person has three chances to take wine on the stage to show their respective strengths. The level of wine is divided into levels from one to nine!
One point for first-class spirit wine!
The second level is two points.

...and so on.

Three chances.

Take the wine three times and then drink it, it is considered as a successful point.

In the end, the total points obtained by each person will be used as the final score to determine the outcome, life and death!

The prince of the evil king, the core disciple of Chiyou Demon Sect, has the demeanor of an emperor.

Now the prince, the evil monarch, jumped up enthusiastically at the first time, and the first step convinced everyone.

What the evil monarch practiced was the blood emperor's demon way, the superior skills of Chi You's demon sect.

Killing people and sucking blood to practice kung fu, the first time the evil prince made a move, streaks of blood soared into the sky.

This method shocked many people.

Although only Li Jianbai, Gongyangxiong, Xie Wushuang, and Xiao Qingxin were present, there were actually quite a few people watching this desperate fight over wine.

Xie Wushuang couldn't help but murmur to himself: As expected of the prince of the Great Chen Dynasty, the title of "Slaughtering Evil Monarch" is not uncommon.

The evil prince, to keep advancing, you need to keep killing people!
It is rumored that the prince of the evil monarch once slaughtered thousands of people in a day when he entered the golden body state, honed his mind, and achieved the title of "slayer of people".

There is no title of king yet, but there is already the title of "jun".

The bloody mist filled the sky, and the evil king and prince directly gathered his own momentum, bloody momentum!
Directly volleying above the Sifang wine table, the prince Xiejun roared: "I slaughter the world alone, just for the peace of the world!"

What a domineering evil king's words.

Kill everyone, just for the peace of the world!
If all living beings in the world were to die, it would be the ultimate peace, but it would also be withered!
The prince Xiejun practiced the demonic skills of the Xue Chiyou Demon Sect and killed tens of thousands of people. The iron-blooded and domineering prince Xiejun still shocked Li Jianbai at this moment.

Gods, demons, immortals, ghosts, demons, evil, people, there is no such thing as absolute justice or absolute evil.

Rumble.

Suddenly, a disgusting mist of blood filled the space.

Li Jianbai couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and looked at this evil demon with a serious face. It was like a thousand years of blood, and the smell was permeating. It was not only foul, but also chilling.

(End of this chapter)