I! The Strongest Suzerain

At this time, the collaborator has already been riding a tiger, and he has to drink if he doesn't drink.

There's no way it's related to his face.

Two jars of top-grade wine are drunk again! Gou Xie put down the empty wine jar,

"Brother Han, please."

Now he was already panicking, if Han Feng could still drink, his face would be lost.

"Eight altars! The drunken world of the eight altars! It really is Senior Brother Gou Xie! This strength is absolutely rare."

"After all, it's the fifty-eighth on the Tianxian Liquor List, sigh... I'll drink three jars of this drunkenness, and I'll have to blow myself up with one more drop!"

A monk opened his mouth and said, and many monks from the early days of immortals around this monk laughed even more bitterly, even though they were all disciples of the Liangyi Sect, but this drunken universe should at most drink a jar.

Hearing the compliments from the surrounding disciples, the collaborator regained his confidence, yes... even if the boy in front of him is strong, he can't really be stronger than himself, right?

It's not that he is invincible, but that there are only dozens of people who are stronger than him... It's impossible to just meet him, right?

Han Feng Chang let out a long sigh, picked up a jar of wine, and dried it...

"Seven altars! Seven altars!"

Many monks became restless, and now Han Feng's ranking has reached sixty-eight.

"It seems that Senior Brother Gou Xie has also met an opponent today."

A cultivator of Heavenly Immortal said 677 words, and the surrounding cultivators agreed,

"The contest between geniuses, we just watch it."

In fact, these cultivators are also top-notch geniuses outside, but geniuses are also divided into three, six, nine... They can only barely rank at the bottom of the Liangyi School.

"I just don't know that fellow Daoists can't drink a jar."

"But no matter win or lose, another genius's name is here to stay."

A group of monks smiled wryly.

At the top of the restaurant, Zui Xiaoyao was sitting on a rocking chair, holding the wine gourd, observing everything about Han Feng.

"Hiccup... this little guy, there is something interesting."

Zui Xiaoyao shook his head and said.

"Brother Han, don't force it if you can't drink it. After all, I have practiced longer than you, so I can drink eight altars."

At this time, the hooker opened his mouth and said, and his heart was also furious. Could it be that this Han Feng really wants to challenge his position?

He said this also to give Han Feng a step down, of course... There is also a meaning, that is to say: You are still a little tender, boy, I am better than you after all.

"Hahaha!! It doesn't matter... it doesn't matter!"

Han Feng picked up a jar of wine, tore off the seal, and poured it down!

Eight altars! The eighth altar!

hiss!!

The eyes of a group of cultivators have changed completely. When they are drunk with Qiankun wine, their ability gap is turned upside down. Han Feng has drunk eight jars of wine, proving that their strength is comparable to a hook!

"Monster! Another monster."

"I don't know which elder's disciple this senior is."

......

"Brother, how is it?"

Han Feng asked deliberately, meaning, look, brother, I have already finished this bowl.

"Hehe...hehe."

Gou Xie was sluggish for a while, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Watching Han Feng dry the eight jars of wine, Tian Huo and Dong Qi's expressions changed, and they were able to drink seven or five bowls of altar to get drunk.

And Han Feng directly did the eight altars, which means that Han Feng is above the two.

"Hahaha!! Unexpected! Unexpectedly, Brother Han has such strength!"

Tianhuo laughed boldly, he came from the Yanyang Sect, and his identity was still the Young Master of the Yanyang Sect. Although the Yanyang Sect was not as good as the Liangyi Sect, the strength of the sect could definitely rank in the top three.

As the young master, he is not easy. There are powerful disciples everywhere who are looking down on his position as the young master. Moreover, although the ancestors of the sect established him as the young master, they will not support him too much.

Instead, let those disciples compete with him for the throne. Yanyang Sect is a sect that respects strength. Only strong means and strong strength can gain the right to speak in the sect.

When he saw Han Feng before, he felt that Han Feng was extraordinary, so he raised his heart to win over. The battle between the young masters of the sect, making friends, subduing powerful subordinates, winning over disciples in the door (befd)... everything Can't be missing.

Now that he has seen Han Feng's potential and talent, Tianhuo has made up his mind and must conquer Han Feng.

"Brother Han has such talent, I don't dare to hide my clumsiness!"

The collusion association suddenly called again with a jar of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Oh my god! Nine altars... Senior Brother Gou Xie drank the nine altars and was drunk."

"What a terrifying strength!"

"..."

With the amazement of a group of disciples, the ranking on the Immortal Wine List changed again that day.

Forty-ninth place--Choosing Association!

Reached the top fifty! Fifty is a dividing line, and none of the disciples who can reach the top fifty is a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Brother Han... that's it, I think you've reached your limit, let's stop."

Gou Xie said, what he said was the truth. Han Feng had already reached his limit. He could drink another bowl of wine at most, otherwise... he would definitely explode and die.

The angels around looked at Han Feng and sighed. After all, Han Feng was a little worse than the hooker. But being able to drink eight jars of wine is definitely not easy.

"Hahaha, click until the end, click until the end. If Brother Han doesn't agree, I'll drink this altar for you, drink it for you."

At this time, Tianhuo jumped out and played a round. Han Feng was very bitter, and he also wanted to stop... This time, he didn't want to show any limelight. Although it was cool to pretend to be forceful, this time it was true. forced.

If he doesn't continue drinking, he will be punished by the system. A dilemma... a dilemma. But he still pretends to be calm.

"Wait, fellow Tianhuo Daoist, I can still drink."

Han Feng's voice fell, and a group of angels were in an uproar, and the hooks frowned. This is all down the stairs for you? Are you still ignorant?

"Brother Han, don't be brave!"

Tianhuo warned solemnly, Han Feng just smiled lightly, while the surrounding angels were discussing,

"This senior brother is too stubborn... It's still him who suffers from a deadly fight with senior brother Gou Xie!"

"Yeah...he's at his limit."

"Hey, they've all cultivated to the realm of immortals, this nature of mind~"

While a group of angels were discussing, Han Feng suddenly showed a smile.

The first change of Tiangang... Incarnations are thousands!

Thirty-six avatars appeared in an instant, and all the avatars were the same as Han Feng's cultivation base, with the same breath.

Han Feng has been cultivating for many years, but he is still only able to clone at thirty-six.

"What kind of magic is this!"

"The breath of these clones!"

A group of celestial beings were horrified, and they were even more sure which almighty disciple Han Feng was, otherwise, he would never have learned such a powerful supernatural power._