What is among the red wine jugs is the burning spirits. //Update the fastest 78xs//

"two"

Tang Yu Yu Yu hand waved, and suddenly two pots of wine went to Lin Feng and Yun Fei Yang.

The jug is spinning wildly, but it is smooth until it is splashed out of the spout. It is extremely magical.

The eyes of the crowd are all condensed. They should look at Yunfeiyang and Lin Feng. How to pick up the jug, under the high-speed rotation, as long as the balance of the jug is slightly damaged, the wine will inevitably splash out.

"Thank you Miss Tang."

Yunfei raised his hand, and the jug continued to rotate in front of him, but the speed of the rotation gradually slowed down until it stopped. Yunfeiyang reached out and grabbed the jug at the table. Very strong.

As for Lin Feng, it is not so complicated. It is a strong grip on the flying jug. The wine in the jug splashes out of the jug and makes the eyes look agile. This guy only knows brute force. .

However, at this time, Lin Feng opened his mouth, only to see that the splashed wine turned into an arc, and kept flying into his mouth.

The sound of the cymbal sounded, Lin Feng’s throat rolled, and there was a strong spirit.

"Oh, good wine."

Lin Feng licked his mouth, and the meaning was still unfinished. The jug was put upside down, but there was no dripping wine, and all was drunk by him.

As for Lin Feng's body at this time, the silence of the real Yuan power rolled up, violently swaying, let Lin Feng be like a flame burning, very hot, but feel the power of this real yuan, Lin Feng has a kind of say no A sense of smoothness.

The reason why he did not drink the nectar, but to choose this burning spirit, is to let the wine burn his real yuan, let him be bombarded by the power of the real power to promote the power of the true yuan. restore.

"Miss Tang, a pot of wine is not enough, I don't know if I can still bring a few pots."

Lin Feng’s slightly sallow face was a little red, holding an empty jug, Lin Feng said.

"This guy!"

The eyes of everyone are staring at Lin Feng. This is a real fire. The wine is under the fire, the burning of the real yuan, let the body's five internal organs roll, slowly taste some taste, but such as Lin Feng is a pot, However, very few people do this. If it is a person below Xuanwu, I am afraid that it will be directly burned to death.

Lin Feng, he is not enough, he has to come back a few pots.

Where will they know that Lin Feng at the moment wants to burn, and needs the terrible strong wine to stimulate his true yuan.

At this point, Dillon stood still in the body, but it looked a bit stiff, Lin Feng was so mixed, as if he became a superfluous person, simply ignored him, let him stand extremely uncomfortable, face more and more cold.

Tang secluded looked at Lin Feng and smiled: "I have never lost wine."

After all, Tang Youshen knocked on the table and said: "The ten pots burned the spirits."

I saw her voice falling, the porch reopened, and a pot of pottery spirits kept appearing on her wine table.

The secluded hand of Tang swayed again, and suddenly, a pot of pottery spirits flew toward Lin Feng, and there was a tendency to connect.

Lin Feng still reached out, and a sound came out, the jug broke, Lin Feng violently sucked, and suddenly the wine in the pot flew into his mouth, while the back nine wines lined up in a row, stopped in the void among.

"Hey, hey..."

The crowd only saw the jug of empty air arranged in pieces, and the burning spirits turned into an elegant arc, which kept pouring into Lin Feng’s mouth.

Ten pots of burning Yuan Liquor, even in a short period of time were all drunk, Lin Feng, in one breath, all the pots of the burning pot of spirits.

At this time, I saw Lin Feng’s face burning hot and red, as if burned by flames.

The throat kept rolling, and a hot air came out from Lin Feng’s body. It was hot and too hot. At this time, Lin Feng felt that his body seemed to have a terrible flame, burning his blood, meridians, and burning. His internal organs.

This burning yuan spirit is indeed too strong, even with Lin Feng's current physical strength, still feel unbearable.

The other groups were also stunned. Their eyes were gazing at Lin Feng, and the ten pots of burning yuan spirits. Even the four strongest people in the Xuanwu realm swallowed their stomachs, I am afraid they could not bear it.

Lin Feng, it’s crazy.

"It is estimated that he can't stand it at the moment."

The crowd saw Lin Feng's face changing constantly, all of them are the color of the flame, and the heart also secretly heard.

"Not self-reliant."

Dillon even spit out a voice directly, despising Lin Feng, he was not afraid to drink, but he had tasted the burning of the spirits, and the ten pots of burning spirits were drunk at the same time. He didn’t dare to try it. I’m afraid it would be enough, Lin Feng, I don’t know. Live and die.

When Lin Feng heard Dillon’s words, his head suddenly lifted up and a flame of light flashed through his eyes.

"Good wine!"

A voice spit out from Lin Feng's mouth, only to see his mouth open, with the sound falling, a loud sound of the bang, a terrible flame suddenly released from his mouth, extremely abrupt, no signs.

This flame, also with alcohol, directly spit out to Dillon.

Dillon felt the flame of the flame, reacted, and the footsteps immediately trembled, but the sudden flame was too fast, and the moment came, and the flame directly hit him, waiting for his receding body to stop, face It was dark and black, and the clothes on the body were even ignited. What made Dillon’s eyes cold was that the flame still had a sip of alcohol and spit on him.

Dillon’s eyes were stiff and the crowd’s eyes were frozen, and he looked at Lin Feng.

This Lin Feng, Dillon did not look for him first, he actually spit out a drink directly to Dillon?

However, Yun Feiyang’s face showed a smile, and he did not feel any accident at all. It seems that this is a matter of reason. This is what Lin Feng should do.

This Dillon, also the Xuanwujing six-repair, only in the end of those Longshan empire, no right to speak, actually want to insult him and Lin Feng, to come to Converse, he and Lin Feng, can promise.

"Miss Tang, this wine is really good wine. Can you give me some?"

Lin Feng's clear eyes with a tremulous smile seemed to be a bit embarrassing and embarrassing. It was quite interesting to match his drunken eyes with a bit of flame.

Tang secluded, this guy, it is really awkward to open, this burning Yuan Liquor, although not as good as the ninth floor of the nine pots of syrup, but also a really rare wine, and can gather the flame power, the practice of practicing the flame The power is quite useful, but it also expands the meridians and burns the real elements, making the real power more operational.

This wine is extremely precious. Lin Feng has directly consumed ten pots. It is already a lot. Now he is still very interested in asking for it.

But looking at Lin Feng’s face, which seems to have been burned by flames, is still clean and clear, but it is not objectionable. It seems very interesting.

"You still thinking about drinking?"

At this point, Dillon on the side spit out a cold voice, very cold, this Lin Feng, spit a burst of alcohol on his body, so that he is so embarrassed, thinking of his heart, or drinking?

Lin Feng glanced at Dillon and ignored it. His eyes turned and he looked at Tang.

But seeing Tang’s faint face, it’s rare to show a smile, facing Lin Feng’s words: “I’m worth a lot of money, but since you’ve opened it, I’ll send you ten pots.”

"Ten pots?"

Lin Feng murmured and seemed to have some hesitation. This made the crowd look awkward. Is this guy so little?

"I can change it with you." Lin Feng said to the secluded Tang.

However, Tang’s faintness shook his head: “The wine brewed by the Tang family is not endless. There are enough pots of twenty a day.”

"Give him a hundred pots, I will come up with the equivalent to make up for the Tang family."

At this time, the silent silence of the monarch suddenly opened, so that the eyes of the crowd are all condensed, Jun Mo Xi, to send Lin Fengjiu?

And, is it still a hundred pots?

Even Tang Youqing and Lin Feng are very surprised, looking at Jun Moxi, Tang You nodded and said: "Since you say so, I will make an exception."

"Prepare a hundred pots of burning spirits."

Tang faintly knocked on the table and spit out a voice, letting Lin Feng’s eyes stagnate. I didn’t expect that I could really get so many burning yuan spirits. This time, it’s worthwhile.

"Thank you."

Lin Feng nodded slightly to the monarch, and since he was willing to give it, he would accept it!