The best little cook

Six blue flames and terrible alcohol have already broken out in two people's bodies. Fang Jianhua shakes his head, blinks his eyes and tries to control his body.

Rao Shi Zhang Ye was also a little dizzy by the terrible alcohol at this time, but he immediately turned on the skill, and his internal power began to boil. The alcohol in his body evaporated in the blink of an eye, and all the alcohol came out along the pores.

His eyes were clear again, as if he had never drunk wine.

They all thought Fang Jianhua would win more. After all, he had played several times before, and the results were not bad. At least he was more powerful than the inexperienced Zhang Ye.

But now I don't think so. Looking at their state, Fang Jianhua has been vaguely drunk, but he is trying to restrain himself.

But Zhang Ye seems completely unmoved, as if Taishan's sitting in a chair, even the smile on his face and just no change.

The balance of victory and defeat began to tilt to Zhang Ye in the hearts of all.

Level five, depth charge.

, a familiar name, is not familiar with the smell, but it is not the kind of wine that ordinary bars play in Baijiu beer cups.

At this time, in front of Zhang Ye and Fang Jianhua were 24 cups, 12 large and 12 small, arranged in two layers.

With a touch of the bartender's hand, only a clattering sound was heard, and twelve small cups instantly sank into the big one.

The red wine seems to show its power, which makes people shy away.

At this time, Huo Mingwei's expression also began to become nervous. She knew that many people fell at this level.

Her mood is very complicated now. She hopes Zhang Ye can drink it, because her man can never fail. This is her pride. Her man can only be the best in the world.

But she didn't want Zhang Ye to drink it because she was afraid of hurting her beloved man's body.

In Huo Mingwei such tangled mood, two people's fifth level began.

Zhang Ye's speed at this time began to become faster, a cup of non-stop pouring into the mouth, almost a drop did not come out.

Fang Jianhua had already been drinking, but seeing Zhang Ye like this, his resentment immediately supported him, and he began to drink at the same speed.

Twelve cups of deep-water bombs took less than 30 seconds for them. They were in an uproar, and their faces became more and more excited.

However, the next level made their mood reach the peak in an instant. Even the bartender said in a high voice:

"everyone, welcome to the sixth level. It's extremely cold."

Hula!

Forty eight glasses of the same size as the blue flame were divided into two sides and pushed in front of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the extremely cold world. The 24 glasses of wine in front of each of them are all from Volga from different places all over the world. After the low temperature treatment of minus 10 degrees, people's soul can be sublimated instantly."

The crowd became more excited, and some even cried out, with a blazing flame burning in their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if they can walk through this extremely cold world, please look forward to it. Let's start."

As the bartender's voice fell to the ground, their hands touched the first cup in an instant, and the people who saw the drinking action were dizzy.

Pop!

With a crisp sound, Fang Jianhua clenched his teeth and slammed his glass to the ground. He resisted the tumbling in his stomach and continued to drink.

Looking at Zhang Ye again, he still seemed to have nothing to do. He not only drank up the wine, but also put the cup back in place.

Five, ten, fifteen

Vodka's alcohol degree is world-famous, it is extremely strong, although the wine has been frozen, but after drinking the result is no difference.

Victory and defeat at this time, finally appeared a turning point.

When Fang Jianhua got to the 20th cup, he suddenly covered his mouth. His red eyes were wide open, and he was about to spray out on the spot.

They were so scared that they quickly flashed to the side, but they saw that he covered his mouth and forced him to swallow the wine again, not to mention how disgusting it was.

Zhang Ye smile, put down his twentieth cup, light asked him: "how, still want to continue to compare? Believe me, at the beginning of the game, you will lose. "

"Fart, fart, I, how I, will, will lose."

Fang Jianhua shook his head and said angrily, but he made everyone frown when he stuttered.

This guy is too shameless.

Now take a look at Zhang Ye, who is very stable, and then look at himself who can hardly control his body. Is it possible that there will be an accident in this victory or defeat?

Of course not!

Rao is Fang Jianhua. He drinks four more glasses of wine, but the terrible alcohol has completely controlled him.His eyes were dazzled, and he felt that the whole world was shaking, and his stomach was churning. He had to hold his fist again and again.

The seventh level, the last man.

This time, there was not much wine. There were only six glasses in front of everyone, but the degree was very high, reaching a full 70 degrees.

At this level, people's hearts are nervous, because the most powerful people they know have only passed this level.

If both of them can drink all the wine and stick to the eighth level, they can keep pace with the man.

At this time, Zhang Ye's internal skill has been turning faster and faster. With the increase of alcohol degree, he needs to volatilize more and more.

But I don't know why, he has a feeling that as long as he completes this journey to heaven, it will play a very important role in his cultivation.

There was no reason for this feeling, but he was absolutely sure, as if there was a firm voice in his heart telling him so.

Zhang Ye slowly picked up a glass of wine and poured it into his mouth as usual. The extremely stimulating alcohol had already exploded in his mouth, burning like a fire in his mouth.

When I swallow the wine, I feel like a shadow following the burning fire, but the internal skill suddenly stops working at this moment.

Huh?

What's the matter? It's a strange feeling, as if something will happen next.

Zhang Ye is confused, suddenly feel the body's power frenzy, boiling internal force began in the body crazy channeling, Qi Qi's rush to the body's spine.

Jade pulp!

This, this is to enter the day after tomorrow seven signs!

Zhang Ye can't help but be surprised and happy. He never thought that in order not to lose man's face and protect Huo Mingwei, he had the chance to make a breakthrough in the realm that he had not moved for a long time.

Now he can't care about Fang Jianhua, or the road to heaven. In front of him, there is only liquor.

Second, third The sixth.

After six drinks at a time, he still frowned, as if something was embarrassing him.

The onlookers were all silly. They didn't expect that Zhang Ye was so fierce when he reached the seventh level.

But fortunately, Zhang Ye frowned, it seems that he is about to get the limit.

People naturally think like this, but don't know that Zhang Ye's heart is another scene at this time.

It's not enough. It's not enough. It's got to be stronger.

He roared and echoed this sentence in his mind. Seeing that he had reached the breakthrough point, he was just a little short, but he could not achieve his goal.

WOW!

At this time, the accident happened, and Fang Jianhua finally couldn't carry it. He was completely controlled by the alcohol, and then he sprayed out on the spot. His body was shaking, and he knelt down on the ground facing Zhang Ye, as if he had accepted defeat, and then he fell down directly.

Zhang Ye won.

All of a sudden, and he not only won, but also passed the seventh level, with the legendary man who reached the eighth level.

Huo Mingwei's heart is also happy, almost subconsciously took Zhang Ye's hand, not good at emotional expression of her, only use this action to convey their feelings.

However, when everyone cheered for Zhang Ye, and even the bartender wanted to announce his victory, he saw Zhang Ye blushing and gnashing his teeth and said:

"I'm going to start the eighth level. Come on, give me stronger wine."

What!

There was an uproar.