I Just Want To Quietly Kill Monsters And Upgrade

Afterwards, Yang Fan said: "I never heard of it when I came here. You have to pay to join the iron sword gate. Who are you? Dare to talk nonsense here, and be careful that your uncle Huang wants to beat you!"

The red-clothed player said solemnly: "Listen well, I am Ruan Zhenghong, the chief disciple of the Iron Knife Sect appointed by the head of Li, since I am the chief disciple, I have the final say in the rules of the Iron Knife Sect. Do you have any questions?"

"You fart!" Before Yang Fan had time to speak, a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect stood up and said angrily, "The head was threatened by you, so I named you the chief disciple of the Sword Sect. Dong Qile, I don't recognize you. The identity of this chief disciple."

"Dong Qile?" Yang Fan turned to look at the indignant disciple of the Iron Knife Sect, suddenly, it's no wonder that he was a little familiar. It turned out to be Dong Qile, the young chairman of the Dong Group.

Before in Qingliu Bay in the safe zone, Dong Qile came forward for his Little Sister and wanted to trouble Yang Fan. Instead, he was beaten by Yang Fan and compensated for 1 million copper coins. Therefore, Yang Fan had some impression of him.

What makes Yang Fan a little puzzled is that if Dong Qile doesn't look for his chance, why does he come to the iron knife gate?

In the previous life, Dong Qile worshipped under the sect of Xidu Ouyang Feng and became Ouyang Feng's named disciple. He was in the limelight at the same time. Unexpectedly, he joined the Iron Sword at this time. It is really unpredictable!

"Is it because of the owner that Dong Qile also changed his destiny and couldn't become Ouyang Feng's named disciple?" Yang Fan thought silently, thinking that since his rebirth, many things have somehow deviated from the original development trajectory, no Even Yang Fan himself has changed a lot because of the early appearance of Qi Yuanzhu. He neither became a disciple of Shaolin Temple nor joined the second-rate Diancang school. The fundamental changes have taken place since the beginning of the matter. Things Yang Fan didn't expect.

Ruan Zhenghong looked a little ugly when he saw Dong Qile's retort, and said, "Dong Qile, don't think that you can talk nonsense by relying on your own money. Believe it or not, I will kick you out of the iron knife door?"

"You..." Dong Qile was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Fan with a wave.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Are you the chief disciple of the Iron Sword Sect? It doesn’t matter to me, but it’s not that easy to take one hundred thousand copper coins from me. Admire the hero who can drink. If you can beat me by drinking, let alone one hundred thousand copper coins, I will give you one million copper coins."

"Really?" Ruan Zhenghong was overjoyed when he heard it. He just wanted to squander a little money, but he didn't expect Big Fish to be hooked. If he talks about drinking, who is Ruan Zhenghong afraid of?

Yang Fan said: "That's natural, but if you lose, the chief disciple of the iron swordsman can't do it."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Ruan Zhenghong readily agreed. A chief disciple of the incompetent sect, whoever wants to take it, but he was determined to win the 1 million copper coins.

"I'll let you understand what is meant by the real thousand cups of not being drunk!" Ruan Zhenghong sneered in his heart, daring to fight with him, he had never died!

Yang Fan turned his head to look at the head Li Tiefeng, and said: "Li head, I am here for the wine bug, do you still have a bar?"

Li Tiefeng laughed and said, "I lack everything in the iron knife gate, but there is no shortage of wine. Come here, bring up three cylinders of wine, and let me celebrate with all my brothers."

Soon, the Tiedaomen disciples brought up the three cylinders of wine, and all the new disciples who joined the Tiedaomen were dumbfounded. These three cylinders of wine were enough for two to three hundred people to drink. People can't be drunk?

Yang Fan was very happy when he saw it, and said, "It's not as good as everyone's pleasure. My ancient sword sage and Ruan Zhenghong are fighting wine. We two drink ten bowls. How about you drink one bowl?"

"Okay!" The crowd echoed in unison, there are good shows, and drinks, isn't it beautiful?

When Ruan Zhenghong saw Yang Fan handing him a large sea bowl, he was dumbfounded. Didn't he always drink with a cup? Even the sea bowl is used, which is too fierce.

At this moment, Ruan Zhenghong regrets it a little. After these ten bowls of wine, it is estimated that he will have to be stunned. Not being drunk for a thousand cups is a joke.

Yang Fan said: "Take it, if you are a man, you can't persuade it!" At this point, how can Yang Fan make the other party back down? If he doesn't overwhelm the birdman, he writes Yang Fan's name backwards!

Ruan Zhenghong took the sea bowl and said: "Drink as long as you drink. I'm afraid you won't make it?"

Ruan Zhenghong decided to himself that when he could drink, he would use his internal energy to get the wine out of Meridians. In any case, he could not lose.

Having said that, when Ruan Zhenghong watched the sea bowl full of wine, he kept playing drums in his heart. This bowl of wine, if not to say, is equal to thirty or forty glasses of wine. It is so complete, it is estimated that even Bacchus can't hold it. Bar? Now that the matter is over, he can only hope that the other party will drink first, otherwise he will be embarrassed.

"Drink, I'll do it first!" Yang Fan picked up the sea bowl, and after gushing, the big bowl of wine was gone!

"Okay!" The players shouted loudly. They refused to accept them, so they served the man who could drink.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ruan Zhenghong was helpless and could only drink along, but his drinking speed could not be compared with Yang Fan, and it took him a full minute to finish the bowl of wine.

Afterwards, Ruan Zhenghong urged Internal Energy to slowly push the wine out of his feet. However, due to his shallow foundation in internal skills, he couldn't force the wine out quickly. It would take him at least half an hour to fully force out this bowl of wine, and he couldn't keep up with the speed of drinking.

"Niu, great!" Yang Fan gave Ruan Zhenghong a thumbs up, not knowing whether he praised the other party for drinking badly or cheating badly. Except Yang Fan, no one else could see Ruan Zhenghong's behavior.

Ruan Zhenghong smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I, Li Tiefeng, welcome everyone to join my iron knife gate, this bowl of wine, I respect everyone!" Li Tiefeng is also a bold man, and he is just a rush to fill the sea bowl, which is not addictive.

"Okay!" The players shouted loudly. They drank one after another, but they could only drink half of them. Their drinking volume couldn't be compared with Yang Fan and the others.

After a round of drinking, Yang Fan and Ruan Zhenghong officially started to do it. A quarter of an hour later, the two drank three bowls of wine each, which made everyone enthusiastic about it.

At this moment, Yang Fan looked flushed, with a shaky appearance. However, he secretly operated the witchcraft art, and the alcohol emitted with the power of Blood Qi, and finally turned into sweat and volatilized, much faster than Ruan Zhenghong.

"Cheating? Who is afraid of whom?" Yang Fan sneered in his heart.

At this moment, Ruan Zhenghong's face was a little pale, and the alcohol content was not high, which meant that his stomach was uncomfortable. Although he used his internal energy to force the wine out, the speed was too slow. Without two or three hours, I am afraid that I can't completely force it. come out.

Ruan Zhenghong saw the other party's shaky appearance, and said in his heart: "I'll have another bowl of wine, let's turn you over!"

"Come on, the man can't persuade him, do it!" Ruan Zhenghong took the lead in holding up the sea bowl this time, and after humming, he drank another bowl of wine.

"Okay, your Excellency is really a hero in the wine, it's done!" Yang Fan also picked up the sea bowl and got bored with a mouthful, as fast as before.

Ruan Zhenghong was a little puzzled. The other party seemed to be drunk, but he was still able to drink so much, which really made him feel very speechless.

However, for the sake of the one million copper coins and for the rectification of the chief disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, Ruan Zhenghong knew that he had to persevere.

The fifth bowl of wine continued to dry, and the sixth bowl of wine was okay. When Ruan Zhenghong drank the seventh bowl, he finally couldn't hold on. He spit out with a wow, followed by a burst of vomiting.

Yang Fan's expression quickly returned to normal as soon as he succeeded, and he sneered in his heart: "Small, I still want to fight with me because of this amount of alcohol. I have never died!"

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