The wine of Sixty-Four Regions is stronger than that of Broken Ding Realm, and it feels like a ball of flame burns in the stomach with one mouthful. Moreover, Lin Muyu, Feng Zhanlin, and Nangong Lie are not allowed to use their divine powers. Come to evaporate the alcohol, so after the bowl goes down, three people look at me and I look at you, and then they laughed loudly.
"The shop, serve the dishes, and serve again!" Nangong Lie said excitedly.
Xuan Tianyu is rich.
After three bowls of strong wine, Feng Zhanlin’s face turned red, and Lin Muyu continued to maintain his composure. It was winter when the Tianji Empire attacked the Lingdong Province. Lin Muyu supported the whole situation with his own strength at that time. Yin wasn't by his side, so he drank every day. This amount of alcohol had already been cultivated, even better than Fengzhanlin.
After six bowls in a row, Fengzhanlin was already shaky, pulling a chicken leg and dancing.
Nangong Lie looked at Lin Muyu with a pair of tiger eyes, and smiled: "Is it okay?"
"Row."
Lin Muyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, where is drinking, it is simply life-threatening. Fortunately, everyone's physique has been tempered in the cultivation so that they will not invade, otherwise they will really die of alcohol poisoning.
But at this moment, Nangong Lie's conversation turned suddenly, and the corner of his mouth raised and smiled: "Lin Shuai, since you are from the Eastern Celestial Realm, why would you want to establish a force like the Dragon League in the Sixty-Four Regions? You know, the Sixty-Four Regions originally reached a balance, just like a calm lake. As a result, the appearance of the Dragon Alliance was like throwing a huge boulder into the lake!"
Lin Muyu touched her nose and looked at Nangong Lie with her eyes, and said, "Domain lord wants to hear the truth, or is he polite?"
"Say polite things first."
"The major forces of the sixty-four regions have fought for years, and how many people have died. The only way to change this situation is to reunify. That's why I established the Dragon League. I only seek a shelter for everyone who joins the Dragon League. ."
"Sure enough, what about the truth?"
Lin Muyu waved his hand: "It's very simple. I don't want to be bullied by anyone in the 64th domain, or look at anyone's winks, so I established the Dragon League. Whoever dares to provoke me, I will destroy whoever!"
"Hahaha..." Nangong Lie burst into laughter, and gave Lin Muyu a thumbs up: "Cheerful, true temperament, come, let's make another bowl! Wind war is coming to this kid... This grandson is almost going to die..."
On the side, Fengzhanlin really already shook his hands: "It won't work, it won't work, let me slow down."
Lin Muyu and Nangong Lie had a bowl, and the two large bowls of spirits drank again.
Nangong Lie's face was red, and it seemed that he hadn't been so happy for a long time. He is the supreme ruler in Xuan Tianyu, no one would dare to talk to him like this, but here, Lin Muyu and Feng Zhanlin can sit on an equal footing with him, regardless of strength or qualifications. So this long-awaited confidant's feeling of having a thousand cups is naturally self-evident.
Qin Yin, Tang Xiaoxi, and Xi Yan sat at another table, eating supper on their own, and were too lazy to take care of them. The only thing they had to do was to bring the drunk Lin Muyu back. Nothing else was important. Anyway, I can't die by drinking, I have never heard of a god emperor-level powerhouse who died of drunkenness.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that the wine table dissipated. Lin Muyu's face was flushed, and she walked out of the guest room with the support of Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi, while Fengzhanlin swayed and walked out with the help of the wall. Looking at Xi Yan, looking for help, he wished Xi Yan could help himself.
No one ever thought Xiyan didn't even look at him, and followed Qin Yin on his own.
"Wow..."
Feng Zhan was about to throw up all in one mouthful, it feels sour and refreshing!
…
After walking out of the restaurant and on the street, Lin Muyu slowly pushed away the hands of Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi, and said, "I can do it, now it's okay..."
As he said, his arms shook slightly, and the supreme divine power surged in his body, quickly evaporating the alcohol in the body, and almost every inch of his skin was filled with a light red flame of alcohol, and the whole person seemed to be steaming with clouds. It was very magnificent. In less than a few seconds, his face had returned to normal, and the corners of his mouth raised, with a playful smile: "Oh, it's so good to be a god emperor, I won't fall for a thousand cups!"
Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi were speechless, but Xiyan grinned.
Behind him, Feng Zhanlin, also as a god emperor, did not seem to have the power of Lin Muyu's realm. He vomited again, and then followed a few steps, and said: "Lin Shuai, what the subordinates have to say..."
"What's wrong, Wind Domain Master?"
"My subordinates vomited all the things they ate just now... Let's find a place to have supper..."
"..."
"By the way, Lin Shuai, have you noticed the last sentence that Nangong Lie said just now?"
"Oh?" Lin Muyu stopped on the street in the night, and asked in amazement: "What did Nangonglie say, let us be safe on the road?"
"No, the last thing Nangong Lie said is that we must be more careful tomorrow."
"Be careful?"
"Quiet battle."
"What is Que Zhan?" Lin Muyu was stunned.
Feng Zhan approached his brows and frowned, saying: "Que war is a rule that has been passed down in the sixty-four regions for thousands of years. When a new power is born, if you want to be recognized by all the powers, you must accept the power of the major powers at the ceremony. Challenges. Those who are undefeated within a stick of incense can be recognized as one of the forces that are ranked in the 64th domain. It is precisely because of this rule that there has been almost no new force in the past three hundred years. I only worry that the major domains will embarrass us tomorrow. If they insist that we must fight against each other, let's let them go."
Lin Muyu took a deep breath, groaning silently.
"How come there are such unreasonable rules?" Tang Xiaoxi was a little unhappy.
Qin Yin also frowned and said, "That's right, wouldn't it become a wheel fight? It's too unfair."
Lin Muyu secretly said that if you have seen Ye Wen, you wouldn't say that...
Fengzhan approached: "Accept unfairness. This is the rule. The rule has been passed down for thousands of years in the sixty-four regions. Lin Shuai, what do you think?"
"Let me go."
Lin Muyu looked up at Haoyue in the sky, and said, "If we reject Que Zhan, I am afraid that we will be looked down upon by the rest of the forces. Since the grand ceremony was originally held to show our strength, then tomorrow’s Que Zhan must not be rejected. It's controversial, unless the wind fights and you think you can beat me, then you go."
Feng Zhanlin nodded and said nothing, his strength level was higher than Lin Muyu, but he was not sure of victory. After all, the Dongfang Yan that Lin Muyu could defeat, Feng Zhanlin could not.
"Have you really decided?" Qin Yin asked.
"Ok."
Lin Muyu nodded and smiled brightly: "I just broke through the 70th cave today, I am a little swollen now..."
Qin Yin: "..."
…
In the early morning of the next day, the drums blasted into the sky in the Dragon City.
The wind battle is approaching and Wan Qilin has already gone to welcome the guests together, and in the open space in front of the Dragon City Hall is the place where the festival is held. Dragon City has money, and there are forests around the venue. The chrysanthemums are enough to prepare the venue. More than 20,000 pots were placed, and the maids wearing long skirts and delicate lamps in their hands passed by. The lamps in their hands were ever-bright lamps, which meant that the Dragon League would never be extinguished.
The representatives of the major forces entered the arena in order, and Lin Muyu, as the true master of the Dragon League, stood in the position of the master seat and bowed his hands to salute every time a person came in.
Du Xing, the master of the blast domain, looks very wretched and extremely lean.
Zhuang Fei, the lord of the Fire Lion Territory, has a face full of unsatisfaction. The Fire Lion Territory is full of talents, and he is not below the Dragon League in terms of strength.
As for the Swallowing Domain, the strongest of the sixty-four domains, the domain owner did not come, but the deputy domain master Zhao Qian came. Zhao Qian looked very young, only about twenty years old, with soft armor on his face. With a faint smile, he walked forward, staring at Lin Muyu's body for a while, and said with a smile: "Swallowing Heaven domain congratulates Longmeng, this is our gift."
A large box of gold and silver, and a large box of precious spirit fruits, not to mention.
Lin Muyu nodded happily, and invited Zhao Qian and others to take a seat.
Soon, the ceremony began.
Fengzhan was about to announce the rules of the Dragon League, and more than a thousand dragons from the gods of the Dragon League flew up and stood in the air as a forest, which was very spectacular.
…
Just after Fengzhanlin finished reading the rules, an elderly man among the guests slowly stood up. He was the domain master of the northern region. He smiled and said with a weird voice: "Leader Lin Muyu is young and promising. It is really respectable. Admirable, but the ancient secret realm has its own rules of the ancient secret realm, and I will never break it, but I will not agree with it in the face of a battle."
Lin Muyu sneered coldly, and he really came, and he couldn't stop what he should come.
The domain owners of several other domains also got up one after another: "Yes, but I can't agree with it!"
They all looked at the people who swallowed the sky.
Zhao Qian slowly stood up from his seat and smiled slightly, "Since it is a rule, it is of course to be obeyed. I don't know if League Master Lin knows the rules of Que Zhan?"
"I know." Lin Muyu said indifferently: "Vice-Lord Zhao also hopes that the Dragon Alliance will accept the challenge of Que Zhan today?"
"It's not hope, but the rules are like this." Zhao Qian said, "I hope your alliance will forgive me."
A group of domain master-level figures nodded one after another, as if they had negotiated.
Obviously, it was indeed negotiated, and it was never so easy for the Dragon Alliance to gain a foothold on this land boundary.
As a result, a group of powerful gods in the Dragon Alliance looked at Lin Muyu one after another. If the Dragon Alliance refused to accept the challenge of Quezhan at this time, it would chill the hearts and fears of many people. This is the most shameful psychology of cultivators.
Lin Muyu took a deep breath, raised his hand and said, "Move the place and prepare the incense."
…
The high platform in the center of the venue was immediately cleaned up, and when Fengzhan came to the side of the venue with a stick of incense, it was lit in front of everyone.
"Keng!"
Xuanyuan sword was out of its sheath, Lin Muyu fell on the high platform in the center of the venue, saying: "The incense has been lit, and my fellow Lin Muyu is here to accept the challenge. I don't know which senior will come first?"
The corner of Zhao Qian's mouth raised, and he sat there quietly, saying nothing.
Nangonglie embraced his arms and his face was full of appreciation: "My friend of Nangonglie, there is a kind!"
A group of domain master-level powerhouses look at me, I look at you, no one wants to go first.
However, there are always people who want to get ahead. After all, Lin Muyu's cultivation does not seem to have reached the Divine Emperor's Great Perfection. Although the sword in his hand is powerful, he may not be that powerful.
…
"I'll come first!"
Among the crowd, a domain master holding an axe stood up, his face was full of flesh, and smiled: "The master Liang Feng of the Downwind Spirit Realm, known as the lunatic Liang, has come to teach your master's skills!" Look at the genuine content for the first time!