The First Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Three Chapters of the Night Emperor, Not to Be Humiliated!

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the secret realm of life and death, a powerful spiritual energy erupted, causing the space to tremble, and the transformed spiritual beasts were bombarded by fist shadows until they all disappeared.

Ye Xingchen stopped, and people were already sweating.

He has already entered the peak of Emperor Wu, and his experience in the secret realm of life and death is almost ineffective, but in pursuit of even a little improvement, he is still frantically torturing himself.

Since his rebirth, Ye Xingchen has always been strict with requirements and training to shape his body, soul, and attributes in all directions.

Although he has not yet reached the cultivation level of his previous life, his current strength is far beyond the same realm back then, and it can even be described by throwing eighteen streets away.

Aniu explained that success lies not only in innate aptitude, but also in acquired hard work, while Gouzu's interpretation of success is that it doesn't matter if you don't work hard, I can still hang up.

Of course, it's not that Jun Changxiao doesn't want to work hard, but as the head of a sect, he is destined to not live for himself, and he is destined to pay for the entire sect.

Gouzu was bitter in his heart, but Gouzu didn't say anything.

"call!"

After a short rest, Ye Xingchen walked into the secret realm of life and death.

Just as he was about to enter the adjacent Nine Heavens Secret Realm, Jun Changxiao's voice came from his ear: "Aniu, come to the main hall."

"..."

Ye Xingchen frowned slightly, and a trace of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

The Sect Master's summons, the disciples had to go, so after a little hesitation, he set off for the main hall, but as soon as he walked in, he suddenly felt that several eyes fell on him, and the powerful aura could be described as turbulent!

Master!

Master!

Ye Xingchen was shocked and stared at it, and found that the first three powerful warriors were sitting, one with nine swords on the table, one full of alcohol, and one holding a stylus.

"Everyone."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "This is Ye Xingchen, the most important disciple in this seat."

Changed to Li Qingyang and Xiao Xunji,

Hearing the words 'most important' must be very comfortable, but Ye Di's uneasiness grew stronger.

Yi Feixue, Jiu Motou, and Xing Yunzi carefully and seriously looked at the disciple of the Eternal Age.

"Stars."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "These three want to ask you for advice."

"Can."

Ye Xingchen said proudly.

Although there is anxiety in his heart, although he knows that the three of them are not simple, the arrogance of Yedi is still there, the dignity of Yedi is still there, and there will never be any fear.

...

Inside the canteen.

Ye Xingchen, who was still very proud just now, has a wonderful expression on his face at this moment, because the guy who smelled of alcohol asked for advice...

no!

How does this work!

A Niu immediately hesitated, and said, "Sect Master, I..."

"This seat says that you are the supreme drinker. If you blow it out, you have to win." Jun Changxiao said with a serious voice transmission.

Gah!

The muscles on Ye Xingchen's face instantly stiffened.

What kind of alcohol do I have, don't you have any points in your heart, you actually say that you are the supreme drinker, is this bragging, or is he deliberately trying to trick me!

"friend!"

The wine devil put one leg on the chair, and said boldly: "Let's blow on the altar, or drink from a bowl!"

Ye Xingchen had no choice but to bite the bullet, but it was definitely unrealistic to play against the altar, and his strength was not allowed, so he said, "Bowl!"

"One black and two black!"

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said, "Serve the bowl!"

"Yes!"

One black and two black walked up and placed the two bowls on the table.

Ye Xingchen's eyes widened, because the bowls were the same size as the washbasin.

"metropolitan!"

He frantically said, "When was there such a big bowl in the cafeteria, how come I've never seen it before!"

"I just bought it from someone down the mountain." Jun Chang said with a smile.

"..."

Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched suddenly.

Pit me!

Absolutely cheating on me!

"Wow!"

One black and two black are responsible for filling the wine.

Smelling the fragrant aroma of wine, the wine devil's saliva flowed out, then raised the bowl and said, "I'll do it first as a tribute!"

"Goooooooooo!"

After all, look up and drink, so free and easy.

"I'm going!" Su Xiaomo and the others standing outside the cafeteria said in disbelief, "So fierce?"

"..."

Ye Xingchen's face changed again and again.

"Snapped!"

The wine devil put down the empty bowl, clasped his fists and said, "Please enlighten me..." As soon as he said that, he fell down with his head on the ground, drunk and unconscious.

"Pfft haha!"

"I thought that guy was very powerful, but it turned out to be poured in one bowl!"

Su Xiaomo and the others burst into laughter.

Jun Chang smiled and wondered.

When fighting in hell, this guy drank a jar anyway. Although the bowl is bigger this time, he shouldn't get drunk directly.

"metropolitan."

Lan Kang's voice transmission said: "He is drinking the improved version of the second generation of drunken life and dream of death. The effect of ingesting psychic energy is stronger, and the alcohol is stronger."

Jun Changxiao suddenly realized: "So it is."

"Two."

He looked at Yi Feixue and Xing Yunzi who were the arbitrators, and said loudly: "This is the special brew of my Wangu Sect. The disciples use it as water to drink on weekdays. Negative should be divided, right?"

"Divided."

Yi Feixue cupped his hands and said, "Your disciples have won."

"..."

Ye Xingchen almost turned over.

You won without drinking the wine, what kind of competition is this!

Can you be professional and respect me!

Ye Di's anger immediately surged into his heart, he directly picked up a bowl the size of a washbasin, raised his head to 'gudugudu' and drank it cleanly, then his face flushed and staggeringly stood up, shouting: "I can still drink!"

Jun Changxiao opened his mouth in surprise.

After drinking so much wine, he was able to stand up, but he didn't fall down directly. During his absence, the amount of alcohol was obviously good.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Ye Xingchen fell to the ground, so drunk that he was unconscious.

But still talking nonsense: "I...I don't go to the livestock pen...I don't go to...Spirit Beast Peak...I...go to...my bed..."

"Hey."

Su Xiaomo and the others shook their heads.

This situation has been seen a lot since the sect master left.

Ye Xingchen is really incapable of drinking, but Lan Kang's transformation of Drunk Life and Dream Death can greatly increase the speed of attribute ingestion, allowing him to start practicing the amount of alcohol every day after making a difficult decision.

The wine gourd is full of wine, take a sip in the morning, noon and evening.

In this way, within a few months of Jun Changxiao's departure, A Niu got drunk again and again, and his alcohol intake increased little by little.

Yes.

Ye Xingchen was still drunk.

But being able to stand up while drinking the same bowl of wine, being able to hold out for a while longer than the wine devil, or even uttering one more word, means that he really won!

And behind this man's success, Li Qingyang was carried back from the animal pen from the Spirit Beast Peak countless times.

please remember.

Night Emperor, can't be humiliated!

"Go up against the wind, sail against the current!" Watching A Niu being carried away by Li Qingyang and others, Jun Changxiao stood with his hands behind his back, proudly saying: "This is the most important disciple in this seat, and this is the eternal spirit of the Eternal Sect. !"

...

Darkness comes.

Layers of formations appeared in the livestock pen, and hundreds of disciples joined forces to guard.

In the Spirit Beast Hall of Spirit Beast Peak, all the rooms are locked, and Niu Lao and other spirit beasts are waiting as if they are facing a great enemy.

"coming."

The bright moon hangs high, and a shadow wanders over.