Futian Sword Fanatics

At this time, Xue Gang looked at Mo Lin and started ridiculing him again.    

It could be said that Xue Gang adjusted his emotions very quickly.    

He looked at Mo Lin with surprise and disdain.    

At this moment, he was in a state of disdain.    

After all, Xue Gang had experienced the alcohol tolerance of a wine addict!    

Mo Lin was a junior, if he wanted to drink more than a servant, that was nonsense!    

"Mo Lin, you better give up on your struggles. Let me tell you, you can't drink it. Do you understand? "    

Looking at Mo Lin, Xue Gang said with a face full of disdain.    

And when Mo Lin heard Xue Gang's words, he completely turned a deaf ear to them, and simply did not pay any attention to them!    

The Mo Lin at this moment had already treated Xue Gang as air!    

"Gudong, gudong, gudong ?"    

Mo Lin took a big gulp of wine.    

Very quickly, Mo Lin drank another jar!    

"Pata!"    

After drinking a jar of wine, Mo Lin threw the jar on the ground.    

In just a moment, the wine jug shattered into pieces.    

"Hmm? Mo Lin drank so fast? " When he felt Mo Lin drink another jar of wine, his heart skipped a beat.    

After all, Mo Lin had finished one jar, and he had only finished one third of it.    

It could even be said that the alcohol addict hadn't even drunk a third of it.    

At this moment, the alcohol addict felt an unprecedented pressure!    

"How did Mo Lin drink so fast!"    

When they felt that Mo Lin drank like he was drinking water, the alcohol addicts had a bad taste in their heart.    

Now he quickened the pace of his drinking.    

"Gudong, gudong, gudong ?"    

Like a wolf or a tiger, the drinkers drank like mad.    

Finally, in the fifth breath of time after Mo Lin finished drinking, the alcohol addict finally finished the alcohol in his hand.    

The moment the drinker finished his drink, the pressure on the drinker was lifted off his shoulders.    

At this moment, he raised the wine jar, preparing to throw it onto the ground.    

However, just as he lifted up the jar, the wine man suddenly felt his head shake a little.    

It had to be known that the alcohol capacity of the alcohol addict was equivalent to three jars of wine. Now that he had drank two jars of wine, it was obvious that he had gained some of it.    

"Pata!"    

Although the drunkard felt dizzy, he had to pretend that he was not.    

It was also at this moment that the wine man threw the wine jar to the ground.    

The instant he threw the wine jar onto the ground, it broke into pieces and crumbled into fine powder.    

"You big bro drunkard!"    

Seeing that the alcohol addict had finished his wine, Xue Gang once again flattered him.    

"A huge amount is obviously a huge amount!"    

Listening to Xue Gang's praise, the wine man had a complacent expression.    

Evidently, the Wine Master liked the feeling of being praised by others.    

"Senior drinker sure has a great tolerance for alcohol. This junior truly admires you. Junior would like to request a comparison with you?"    

Looking at the alcohol addict, Mo Lin praised him a little and then challenged him again.    

One must know, Mo Lin's alcohol tolerance was higher than the alcohol addicts.    

In order to not lose face for the alcohol addicts, Mo Lin had to first compliment him, and then Mo Lin would challenge the alcohol addicts. Even if the alcohol addicts lost, the alcohol addicts wouldn't be too embarrassed.    

It could be said that Mo Lin was very well-received!    

"Hahaha, good good good, good! Little friend Mo Lin, let's drink again!"    

Looking at Mo Lin, the wine man immediately laughed.    

Even though the drunkard was smiling now.    

But when he saw Mo Lin's unblushing face and completely showing an appearance of having unlimited alcohol capacity, cold sweat covered his forehead.    

Especially when he reached out his hand to touch the jar of wine, his heart trembled.    

After all, he felt that he would very likely lose to Mo Lin!    

Not only that, he had already drunk two jugs of wine. Another jug would make him drunk.    

Although he could forcibly hold on for a few more jars, if he were to drink those jars of wine, the alcohol addicts would go crazy.    

It had to be known that, although a drunkard had good character, his wine quality was not good at all.    

He vaguely remembered that before, the drunkard had drunk a broken piece and held onto a big tree as he cried and complained for a long time!    

He had been alone for the rest of his life. Then he had asked Big Tree why his fate was so bitter, why his fate was so ill-fated, and why he couldn't have a double bed and a double bed like everyone else.    

Later on, he realized that the tree didn't pay attention to him, so he smashed the tree instead. The tree didn't even pay attention to him before he cried bitterly ?    

At that time, he had once been the laughing stock of everyone!    

Of course, this had already happened decades ago!    

It could be said that once the drunkard got drunk and drank a broken film, the scene would truly be laughable.    

And the drinker was also very afraid of drinking fragments.    

After all, the scene of him being laughed at by others after drinking a few decades ago was still fresh in his mind.    

Now, it would be too embarrassing to drink broken pieces in front of these youngsters and then do something awkward.    

However, if he did not agree to Mo Lin's drink now, it would be equivalent to him admitting defeat!    

Thinking about how he had been called the 'God of Wine' by others and how he was said to be capable of drinking, it would be too embarrassing if he refused to admit defeat. Moreover, it would be too embarrassing.    

It could be said that right now, the drunkards had to drink as much as they liked. Even if they didn't want to drink, they still had to drink!    

In short, the drunkard had boarded a pirate ship, so he couldn't come down now!    

Or it could be said that the drunkard was riding a tiger!    

Right now, he could only pray that Mo Lin only had three jars of alcohol left. This way, the alcohol would be able to smoothly beat Mo Lin and finish the whole thing!    

But the situation now was not like that, how could Mo Lin have enough wine in three pots?    

Mo Lin had thirty pots, three hundred pots, and even three thousand pots of liquor that couldn't even get drunk!    

In a drinker's competition with Mo Lin, what sounded bad was an ant trying to shake a tree with its eggs.    

He was completely overestimating himself!    

"Senior, I will be doing my best to respect you!"    

"Gudong, gudong, gudong ?"    

Just then, Mo Lin looked at the alcohol addict, and picked up another jar of wine, and started to drink.    

Seeing that, the alcohol addict thought to himself, I cannot be weak, I have to drink the alcohol before Mo Lin does.    

The drunkard thought to himself, drinking the wine before Mo Lin, to prove that he had a really good tolerance for alcohol.    

Secondly, he thought he could intimidate Mo Lin.    

As long as they could intimidate Mo Lin, when he admitted defeat, wouldn't that be great!    

It was because of this thought that the alcohol addict drank extremely hard, and after a few breaths of time, he finally finished his wine in front of Mo Lin.    

But the downside of fast drinking is that it's easy to get drunk,    

Originally, a person could drink three jars of wine at most, but because he drank it too quickly, he could only drink two jars in the end!    

This was the result of drinking too fast.    

At this moment, the alcohol addict quickly finished the entire jar of wine and his entire body felt a wave of dizziness.    

"Ha ha-ha, my old brother the drinker drinks wine. No one is able to defeat him. This little brat is indeed trash!"