Su Xue and Wang Mo looked at each other, but they quickly understood that the problem was not with them, but with the other three people on the table.

It turned out that the table where Wang Fan and Su Xue sat down was three foreigners. Judging from their tall and burly figures and furs, they should be from Russia.

Russians!

Anthony!

The King of Black Fist!

Wang Mo was shocked and immediately understood why there were only three people on this table, because no one dared to provoke these three guys. However, what made Wang Mo feel strange was that although these three guys had fleshy faces, they did not have the kind of tyrannical spirit that would keep people from thousands of miles away.

"Come on, come on, toast to our guests from afar!" Although Wang Mo couldn't get on the table, he was able to deal with such things. He raised the teacup in his hand to toast, trying to break the suffocating atmosphere.

"cheers!"

Immediately, a group of New Oriental Martial Arts School's management team, led by Qian Bo, stood up one after another, and some martial arts sects and martial arts figures also raised their cups. After all, eating and drinking from others still have to give them face.

"Slow!" Just as everyone raised their glasses, the Russian sitting in the middle stood up, said something inconsistent with Chinese, lifted up the two bottles of white wine on his chest, walked to Wang Fan slowly, cleared the two large teacups, and then slowly poured the white wine on.

"Drink!" The Russian picked up two glasses of white wine and handed them to Wang Mo.

"drink!"

Without saying a word, Wang Mo took the teacup, tilted his neck and drank it all, then put it down and stared at the Russians with a vicious look on their faces. At this time, Wang Mo scolded all the eighteen generations of the Russians. You must know that the total amount of white wine he drank in his life was not as high as this one.

"good!"

The Russian gave Wang Mo a thumbs up, then raised his neck and drank a glass of white wine.

"Grandma, it's indeed a fighting nation!" Looking at the other party's calm expression, Wang Fan, whose chest was like a burning fire, wished he could open the other party's head with a bottle of wine.

It was not until this time that Wang St had noticed that the two bottles were different from the ones on the table. Obviously, these two bottles were strong wine brought by three Russians from Russia, and they were probably the legendary vodka. It is said that vodka almost destroyed the Russians, and the birth rate in the past few decades has been negative.

No wonder the lungs are like fire.

Wang Fan was so burned that he couldn't speak. He ignored the old man who gave him a thumbs up. He drank a few glasses of water in succession and activated his spiritual energy to refine the alcohol in his body. Only then did he feel more comfortable.

"drink!"

What made Wang Mo vomit blood was that when he felt better, the Russians actually filled two glasses of strong wine.

"Fuck me, drink, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it!" Seeing hundreds of eyes staring at him in unison, Wang St was also angry. He took the cup, stepped on the chair, and drank it all in one go.

"good!"

The Russian seemed to be able to speak a few simple Chinese words. After Wang String drank, he immediately tilted his neck and drank it all, and then poured two cups full.

At this time, the bottles of wine in front of the Russians had become six. Wang Mo guessed that this should be brought by the Russians to drink it themselves, with two bottles for each of the three of them.

Do you want to drink all these six bottles of wine?

Wang St was a little panicked. When he was very young, he drank with the drug-killed kid, and he became a little scared of white wine. He just clenched his teeth and drank two glasses, which was already his limit.

"drink!"

The Russian filled the wine glass again and signaled Wang Mo to drink. At this moment, Wang Mo could no longer be a hero, and his head was shaking like a rattle.

"If you don't drink, ma'am!" The old man held the wine glass with his eyes aggressive.

"I'll drink."

Su Xue, who was calm, stretched out her white tenderness and took the wine glass from the Russian's hand. It immediately made the other two Russians scream and looked excited. The people around her also cheered and cheered. After all, letting women block the wine is not a glorious thing.

"I'll do it!" Wang Fan took a deep breath, grabbed Su Xue's arm, and took the wine glass from her hand.

"Wang stupid..."

"Don't worry, I'm a cultivator." Wang St smiled and approached Su Xue, and said softly. After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked Su Xue's ears gently. Even though Su Xue was calm and calm, in front of these hundreds of eyes, he suddenly blushed with shame. Fortunately, because the two were very close, no one noticed that Wang St licked Su Xue's ears. In addition, everyone focused on Wang St and the Russians, and did not notice Su Xue with a blushing face.

"Drink!" Wang Fan laughed loudly, and he drank all the sip.

"Come again!"

The Russians finished drinking immediately and poured the cup over again.

"Okay, today I will not be drunk, and you will not return! Don't see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, and it will flow to the sea without returning. Don't see the mirror in the high hall, and the white hair is sad, and the morning is like blue hair, and the evening turns into snow. Life is full of joy, and don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I am born with my material, and I will come back after all. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun. I need to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Danqiu, and you will be in the wine. Don't stop the cup. Sing a song with you, and ask you to listen to me. Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, I hope you will never wake up after being drunk. In ancient times, all sages were lonely, but only those who drink were left with their names. King Chen had a banquet for flat music and had a fight of ten thousand wine. Why did the master say that he had little money? He had to drink directly to you. Five-colored horses, a thousand gold furs, and called his son to exchange for fine wine, and he would be sold for eternal sorrows with you."

Wang Stupid took out all his tricks. In order to be able to pretend to be a cultural person on some occasions, Wang Stupid had worked hard at the beginning and spent a whole week reciting Li Bai's song "About Wine" for this glorious moment.

really!

A group of big and rough men were stunned by the "profound knowledge" Wang Fa. First, there was an extremely quiet moment, and then there was a sound of applause like thunder. Some monks and Taoists cheered, and various martial arts figures shouted loudly.

"Get the wine!" Wang Mo shouted, and immediately, the huge hall became quiet again. Hundreds of eyes looked at Wang Mo, not understanding what Wang Mo meant.

"Grandma, I'm still so arrogant in China. Can uncle tolerate it, but sister-in-law can't! If you don't drink it today, I'm Wang Stupid and wrote the name of this guy, waiter, get two boxes of Moutai... Hey, Beijing Erguotou is enough." Wang Stupid thought that he was the sucker of paying the bill, and immediately changed Moutai to Erguotou. Grandma, there are many more people who buy a bottle of Moutai for a box of Erguotou. There is no need to let barbarians like the Russians drink good wine. Erguotou is already worthy of them.

The three Russians listened to Wang String and singing, and the people around them applauded, not understanding what was going on, and looked at each other in a glance.

Naturally, people don’t know that Wang Stupid bullies the three of them and speaks poorly Chinese. They guess that the three of them probably don’t understand their very fast Chinese dialect. Now, looking at the confused expressions on their faces, it confirms their guesses.

Two large boxes of Erguotou were moved in soon, and several troublesome people immediately came over to drink for Wang Mo.

Soon, dozens of bottles of two pots stood on the table in unison, densely packed and extremely spectacular.

At this time, everyone around them had no intention of eating. They stood up one by one and walked around Wang Tan’s table, forming a huge circle. Several monks of Hua thought the table was in trouble, so they moved away a few tables, sat down with a chair, and held a plate of peanuts in their hands, which was a rhythm of watching the show.

Looking at the dense Erguotou on the table, the three Russians finally figured it out.

"Okay, I will send the Buddha to heaven today, and let you all three of you go to the West." Wang St cleared two more teacups and filled Erguotou. Immediately, someone delivered two large cups of Erguotou to the other two Russians.

"Drink!" Wang St picked up the cup and drank it all first.

"drink!"

The three Russians looked at each other, let out an arrogant laugh, and then they all tilted their necks and drank them all.

Just as everyone was waiting for Wang Stick to continue drinking, suddenly, Wang Stick hugged Su Xue's neck in front of hundreds of people, kissed her on the face, and said softly: "Good Xueer, go and fill me with some boiled water in the wine bottle, do you understand?"

Su Xue, who was flushed, immediately understood and nodded slightly.

"drink!"

Wang St let go of Su Xue, refused to pour others into wine, and immediately filled Erguotou for the three Russians. At this time, people kept magnifying the cup in front of Wang St, so they didn't have to wait for the cup at all.

Just as the drink was getting hot, Su Xue left for a while and reminded the hotel waiter that the hotel waiter was familiar with this. After a while, two pieces of Erguotou were placed at Su Xue's feet, one of which was filled with boiled water.

It was originally the job of Wang Mo pouring wine, Su Xue took over without anyone noticing.

No one suspected that Wang Mo was drinking boiled water.

In theory, drinking boiled water is actually more painful than drinking liquor, because liquor can quickly integrate into the body, while boiled water will cause a bloating stomach. However, this is no problem for Wang San, a cultivator. It is much easier to use spiritual energy to dissolve boiled water than to dissolve liquor.

One cup!

Two cups!

Three cups!

Four cups!

...

The three Russians didn't know how many cups they had drunk, and their eyes were straightened and their hands and feet were trembling in disobedience. However, Wang Fan was drinking more and more vigorously, and he was full of energy and energy.

The onlookers changed from being cheered to being awe.

A new generation of Dionysia is born!

From then on, there was another master in the world - the God of Baccarat!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

An old man finally couldn't bear to drink and fell straight to the ground. When the other two men saw that one of them had fallen, they stopped holding on and directly softened them on the ground.

It's a good season to show off again!

"The anger was rushing to the crown, and the rain stopped at the railing. Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring with a long heart, and the spirits were fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head was white, and he was so sad! The shame of Jingkang has not yet been ached; when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long cart and stepping through the Helan Mountains. Ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Waiting to turn back, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and head to the sky."

Wang Mo's finale "Man Jianghong" blurted out, with a strong spirit and a hero!

A shocking applause rang out.

At this time, Wang Mo's victory was no longer a victory in fighting wine. It had already reached the height of national victory. Every figure in the martial arts world was proud and moved. A few guys who knew some poetry were even more moved and tears filled their eyes. They wished they could turn into Yue Fei and run on the battlefield and kill outsiders.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of people, Wang Mo took the elegant and luxurious Su Xueyang and left, looking at it, envious of a group of local buns.

As she left, Su Xue did not forget to instruct the waiter to pack up the boiled water that she had not finished, so as not to affect the national integrity and international image of the Chinese people after wearing the bag.
Chapter completed!