Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu didn't need to speak, as a sturdy shadow secret guard named Yang Yuan walked out from behind him.

He picked up the largest jar and drank from it.

"Gudu~" "Gudu~"

In less than a hundred breaths, he drank all the five-pound jar of wine.

"Haha, it feels so good! Master, can I still drink from the jar?" Yang Yuan asked.

"Drink, you're welcome. You can drink as much as you like."

Murong Fu showed admiration, the Shadow Guards were worthy of Qin Shihuang's army, all of them were so outstanding.

Yang Yuan thanked him and held up another altar.

"Gudu~" "Gudu~"

He drank it all again, but this time he seemed to be drunk.

After drinking, he kept shaking his head and slapped his forehead hard several times.

"Hiccup~"

"Master, I seem to have had a little too much to drink."

"Okay, find a place to rest and rest."

Murong Fu waved his hand and asked someone to help him down.

After drinking eight kilograms of wine, he can be considered a man.

"Young Master, you have so many people," the bartender said in admiration.

"Five pounds of wine, the pass here is quite interesting." Murong Fu joked.

"Don't worry from now on, the drinks will become less and less, and the alcohol content will become higher and higher." The bartender explained.

Murong Fu glanced at Mr. Xiao's men, they were really a bunch of bastards.

Eight pounds of wine was divided among eight people.

Each person weighed a pound, and three of them were drunk.

The three kilograms of wine in the second level knocked down three more people, and they shook their heads: "Go on."

Jiang Zian and others didn't need him to say anything more.

Soon everyone picked up the wine and started drinking. Even Hu Tiehua didn't miss the opportunity and walked up to drink two glasses. !

After a while, all the drinks in the first ten levels were drunk by the Shadow Secret Guard.

"Trash, you bunch of trash!" Mr. Xiao suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone looked for the voice and saw one of his men falling to the ground motionless.

"Hey, he drank the ninth glass of wine, and his name is Wangyouzui."

"One thing about this is that it's easy to drink to death." The bartender sighed.

Su Rongrong and Song Tianer were slightly surprised: "What kind of wine is so powerful? One cup can kill someone!"

"Haha, Wangyouzui is one of the three famous wines in the south of the Yangtze River. The other two are called Menglixian, Happy Shake!" Hu Tiehua said with a smile.

The bartender nodded repeatedly: "As expected of a famous drinker, you got everything right."

"Then what kind of wine is this tenth glass of wine?" Hu Tiehua asked curiously.

"The tenth cup is called a blunt knife. After drinking it, it feels like a dull knife is slowly cutting down your throat?" the bartender introduced.

Murong Fu looked at Jiang Zian and saw that his face was red and speechless, so he knew that this wine was not simple.

However, he didn't come to rescue him. Jiang Zian was very strong, so this little torture was nothing to him.

Murong Fu smiled softly, looked at the remaining three glasses of wine, and asked curiously: "Are these the three glasses of poisonous wine you are talking about?"

"Yes, these three glasses of wine are all made from highly poisonous plants. Since I have been a bartender here, no one has ever been able to drink three glasses in a row." The bartender said truthfully.

Hu Tiehua asked curiously: "What will happen if I drink a statement?!"

"Death by exploding," the bartender mused.

"What!"

"so serious?"

"You can't lie to us!"

When everyone heard what the bartender said, they turned pale with fright and couldn't believe it.

Especially those who had to hold back Mr. Xiao's drink, their faces were even more pale and frightened.

"Brother Fu, this wine is too dangerous, I think it's better to forget it." Chu Liuxiang reminded.

Although he didn't know why Murong Fu wanted to go up.

But he really saw something special about this wine. ..

Green, red, black.

One is more poisonous than the other, and one is more weird than the other.

"Thank you, Brother Chu, for reminding me." Murong Fu shook his head. He was afraid of everything but poison.

As he spoke, he poured three types of wine into a bowl.

The bartender was shocked when he saw this and asked quickly: "Sir, are you crazy? If you drink like this, I can guarantee that you will die!"

"Haha, let me show you." Murong Fu was too lazy to waste time and drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

When the wine enters the mouth, it is not spicy and irritating as expected, but has a hint of sweetness, a bit like fruit wine.

After they entered the abdomen, it was like a huge flame "bang" ignited, extremely hot.

Murong Fu was also surprised, he didn't expect this wine to be so powerful.

Then, the wine enters the large intestine like a plow plowing the ground.

He plowed his intestines hard, making him sweat profusely from the pain.

"Master, are you okay?" Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but ask when she saw Murong Fu's face turning green, black, and red.

Murong Fu didn't say much, and quickly started to cross his legs and perform the Small Wuxiang Gong to help him refine the alcohol power in his body!

Li Hongxiu couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, and whispered: "The skills this person practices are not inferior to those of Brother Chu. They are the most authentic Taoist skills!"

Chu Liuxiang asked: "Can you tell the origin of Brother Fu?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Chu, this person is too mysterious. I can't think of anyone named Fu who is as outstanding as him." Li Hongxiu shook his head and explained.

"Old bug, what do you keep asking about him?" Hu Tiehua asked puzzled.

Along the way, Chu Liuxiang seemed to be there, contacting Murong Fu intentionally or unintentionally.

Chu Liuxiang didn't smile much, and just said: "I have my own use."

Everyone else also gathered around, wondering if Murong Fu would explode and die.

Ten breaths…

Twenty breaths…

Thirty breaths…

After a hundred breaths are over.

Murong Fu had a little sweat on his forehead.

He still didn't look like he was dying even though he was breathing.

"It seems okay!"

"Is this wine fake?"

"Hmph! Liar!"

…

Everyone criticized the bartender one after another, and some even analyzed: "He must not want us to pass, so he deliberately made the wine scary!"

"That's right, you idiots are too cowardly, why don't you drink the wine quickly?" Mr. Xiao loudly scolded his subordinates.

Seeing that Murong Fu was fine, several people became bolder, picked up their wine glasses, and drank down the wine in one gulp.

In the end, within three breaths, one by one, bleeding from seven holes, fell to the ground and died.

"Amitabha, I didn't kill Boren again, and Boren died because of me! It's so sad and deplorable!" Miao Monk Wuhua walked in without knowing when.

Chanting the name of the Buddha once again stood on the moral high ground.

Hu Tiehua was unhappy: "Master, tell me, who did they die for this time?"

"Of course it's Mr. Fu. He has strong endurance and is not afraid of alcohol or poison."

"And these few are at best stronger than ordinary people, how can they withstand this kind of poison." Wuhua sighed.

Jiang Zian said angrily: "Why don't you blame the sick young man for letting them drink? Instead, you blame my young master!"

"Amitabha, what the poor monk said is the truth." Wuhua said.

Murong Fu opened his eyes suddenly. He did not hear the quarrel among the people at this moment, but felt the heat in his Dantian.

He secretly thought, what kind of poisonous wine is this? It is clearly a tonic wine that is more ferocious than tiger whip wine. He grabbed Steward Sui and asked:

"Quickly tell me, can I go find the island owner's wife?"