I am the Martial God
29 A thousand cups of wine are few when you meet a bosom friend

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Juxian Village.

At this moment, the hearts of the heroes were filled with anger.

Yifan was too arrogant.

Everyone was clearly enemies, but Yifan actually made them serve wine.

This was simply blatant disregard.

But they were helpless?

Continue to fight? It was nothing more than the word death.

What was even more terrifying was that they were worried that Yifan would settle the score and kill their nine clans.

Taking the opportunity to poison her?

The heroes did not dare to do so. If Yifan dared to use his enemies as wine attendants, he was definitely not afraid of poisoning them.

For a moment, the heroes could only bring humiliation and serve wine to Yifan and Qiao Feng.

"It's fate that we met!"

"To our first meeting. Cheers!”

After receiving the wine from the heroes, Yifan raised his cup and shouted.

"Brother Wu is straightforward, but this small cup isn't enough!”

"How about we change to a big bowl?"

Qiao Feng said heroically.

"It's better to drink from a wine jar than a big bowl!"

"How about you and I finish him off three jars first?"

Yifan was in a good mood. He had never seen someone as bold as Qiao Feng.

Warriors all liked wine.

Yifan was a martial arts fanatic and liked to drink.

In the Condor Shooting World, he didn't have the chance to drink to his heart's content. He didn't expect to meet such a forthright and good drinker like Qiao Feng at this moment.

For the Liquor worm's stomach, he had to first dry three jars.

One had to know that this jar of fine wine was at least two catties.

These three jars were six catties of fine wine.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare to drink so much.

When Qiao Feng heard this, he didn't show a trace of fear. Instead, he had a look of eagerness.

"Alright, let's drink three jars first!"

As he spoke, Qiao Feng used his Dragon Capturing Hand to directly suck up a jar of fine wine and raised his head to drink it.

Yifan had a heroic nature, so how could he, Qiao Feng, lose to Yifan?

"Good, straightforward!"

Yifan also used Dragon's Claw, and the wine in the wine jar flew out like a dragon.

Then, Yifan opened his mouth and the giant dragon kept entering his mouth.

This scene was a spectacle that shocked the martial arts world.

"What a pure Qi control technique!"

"I think I'm inferior!"

Qiao Feng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He could also control the wine to enter his stomach.

However, he couldn't condense the wine into a dragon.

For a moment, Qiao Feng actually became competitive.

He didn't believe that his cultivation wasn't as good as Yifan's, and his drinking wasn't as good as Yifan's!

He clapped his hands, and two more jars of fine wine flew up.

The next moment, Qiao Feng actually grabbed two jars of fine wine and started drinking.

If his control of qi was inferior to Yifan's, then he would drink the sea and compete in speed!

Seeing Qiao Feng like this, Yifan couldn't help but smile.

In terms of drinking, he had never been afraid of anyone.

He immediately used the Dragon Capture Technique, and two more water pillars flew up.

In the blink of an eye, three jars of fine wine were consumed, but the two of them did not change their expressions.

"A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a bosom friend. Let's do it again!”

Qiao Feng said loudly.

Yifan didn't refuse and grabbed the wine jar to drink.

Yifan drank happily and felt extremely heroic.

He could not help but sing,

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows into the sea without returning?”

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening!”

"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.”

"I was born with a talent that will be useful.”

As he spoke, Yifan took another mouthful of wine.

This drinking contest was truly enjoyable, and on the other side, Qiao Feng was also showing off his madness.

Although he didn't like poetry, he was also a forthright person.

This toast was filled with heroic spirit and made people's blood boil.

For a moment, Qiao Feng could not help but shout,"To cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, you must drink three hundred cups at a time!”

"Yifan, pour wine and don't stop drinking.”

"I'll sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.”

After chanting, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

They felt a burst of pride as they each picked up a jar of wine and sang,

"Bells, drums, and jades are not valuable. I hope I won't wake up after a long time of drunkenness.”

"Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, only the drinker has left his name.”

"In the past, the King of Chen had a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand taels of wine to his heart's content.”

"Master, why are you saying that you don't have enough money?”

"I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for a thousand gold fur. I'll go out and exchange it for good wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.”

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Yifan and Qiao Feng laughed heartily.

"I have never felt so happy in my life!”

"Again!"

His words were really bold and unrestrained.

At this moment, Yifan also opened his chest and burst out.

"Alright, a thousand cups of wine is enough to meet a bosom friend. I won't go home until I'm drunk today!”

As he spoke, he called for wine.

This singing and drinking made life very enjoyable.

The heroes of the martial arts world felt heroic when they saw Qiao Feng and Yifan fighting.

Even the enemies couldn't help but cheer for the two of them in their hearts.

Even Wang Yuyan couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Yifan.

A figure appeared in her mind. That figure was like a gentleman.

However, Yifan was bold and unruly, like a wild horse that had lost its reins.

This made people yearn for it!

In fact, Wang Yuyan was even thinking that if her cousin could be so bold and magnanimous and accompany her in the martial world, how good would that be?

"W-War God, we're out of wine."

As Yifan and Qiao Feng drank, a warrior finally couldn't help but cry.

" The wine is gone!?"

Yifan's eyes turned cold. He was drinking to his heart's content, and the wine was gone?

"No, don't kill me!" The martial artist begged for mercy in fear.

"Brother Wu, in this Qiao's opinion, we both have a huge amount of wine, so it's hard to tell who's better when we drink!”

"Why don't we compare the speed of this leg?”

Qiao Feng immediately suggested.

"Good idea!"

"Jiu Mozhi, tell that Xue fellow to treat A'Zhu.”

"I'll be back soon!"

As he spoke, Yifan indicated for Qiao Feng to go first.

When the latter heard this, he was even more touched.

He had come to Juxian Village to treat Zhu's illness, but Miracle Doctor Xue definitely wouldn't do it.

Now that Yifan had given the order, Miracle Doctor Xue would not dare to disobey.

The stone in his heart settled down, and Qiao Feng couldn't help but smile.""Brother Wu, I'll make a move first!"

As he spoke, the true energy in Qiao Feng's body surged as he stepped forward.

Seeing this, Yifan laughed and crossed the sky with nine steps.

This shocking lightness skill shocked the martial arts world.

At the same time, everyone was delighted.

Now that Yifan had left, could they take the opportunity to escape?

As for making an enemy out of Yifan, they wouldn't dare to do so even if they were given a hundred guts.

People in the martial world were not afraid of death!

However, knowing that he was going to die, he still wanted to send himself to death. That was really extremely stupid!

----,,, Please comment on the dividing line-------

Someone said that the character had changed. Had it changed?

I don't think it's changed. It's just a little crazier.

Because what I want to write is a martial arts fanatic, overbearing and arrogant.

He treated his friends like the spring breeze, and his enemies like evil spirits.

Because the people of Juxian Village had no value and their status was not equal, their words were naturally a little arrogant.

Or did everyone not like this kind of posturing?

Liking the more refined character in the Condor Shooting?

I think that the protagonist's mentality will change slightly at every stage.

It was like a person's life. At different stages, they would have different insights.

Moreover, these two chapters were indeed a little stuttered.

It took me almost two days to write it, please forgive me.

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