Jun Changxiao's handwriting was good, but his poems and songs were lacking.
However, this did not prevent him from competing with Nebula Kidd. When he jumped up and waved his ink, various ancient poems appeared in his mind!
Dog Leftover really wasn't fighting alone!
Holding the brush to draw dust, painting the universe with a little color.
Thousands of poems, Jiu Qianshang, How many times did I look at the king?
The first sentence fully expressed Nebula Kidd's power, and even placed himself at the peak, drawing all living things with his brush, controlling the universe with his ink.
Jun Changxiao chose the section from the Northern Song poet Zhu Dunru's Partridge Sky, Xidu, which showed a kind of wild unruliness.
"Wonderful!"
"Wonderful!"
After Nebula Kidd carefully tasted it, he said shamefully, "My realm is not as high as yours!"
Poems could describe a person's state of mind. For example, the two sections he wrote, he saw himself as a king, reaching the peak and looking down on the heroes.
On the other hand, Jun Changxiao's words represented a free and easy detachment, even ignoring the power of the mortal world, and only following his heart.
"I am still obsessed with the mortal world, but you have already transcended it. I am ashamed of my state of mind." Nebula Kidd moved his body, waved his hand and said, "Please!"
Jun Changxiao thought, "I won just like that?"
He casually copied a poem from an ancestor and made the main culprit of the fourth level of hell admit defeat. It was a bit surprising.
"You let me win!"
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands elegantly, and then walked towards the teleportation circle to the fifth level of hell.
It would be great if the later bosses were fighting with words instead of fighting with force.
"You think too much."
The system said, "There are only a few strong people who enter the Dao through words."
When Jun Changxiao arrived in front of the teleportation circle, Nebula Kidd was still standing in the same place, carefully evaluating every word written on the paper, every stroke. Sometimes he was lost in thought, sometimes he seemed to be enlightened.
…
The fifth level of hell.
Jun Changxiao walked out of the flickering teleportation circle.
It was no different from the previous few times. There were already a large number of prisoners coming to 'welcome' him. Although there were some of them who were not high level, their overall strength was obviously stronger than the previous levels.
"Brat."
At the back of the prisoners, a middle-aged man with his upper body exposed was lying on the ground. He grinned and said, "Did you come down to compete with me in drinking?"
There were many empty wine jars beside him, and his face was red. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot, and even his mouth was slurring when he spoke.
Furthermore.
Jun Changxiao noticed that the prisoners around him were reeking of alcohol. Some of them were swaying unsteadily, so he muttered in his heart, "How many dishes did they have to drink to this extent?"
"You have two choices."
The middle-aged man burped and stretched out three fingers. "Either you drink with me, or you kneel down and call me master."
Jun Changxiao asked, "How do we compete?"
"Shua!"
Forty jars of unopened wine flew over and lined up neatly.
The middle-aged man flew over and laid down on top of it. He supported his head with one hand and said with a smile, "You and I will drink half each. Whoever can still stand after drinking will be the winner."
"…"
Jun Changxiao muttered in his heart, "This is using wine as a substitute for martial arts. If I knew this would happen, I would have brought Ah Niu here."
Gou Sheng probably didn't know that in the Sect of All Times, Li Qingyang and the others were searching for Ye Xingchen because the latter had drunk a few bowls of Drunken Dreams in one go.
"Ahhh!"
The Purple King's angry roar could be heard from the Spirit Beast Peak. Then, he saw the unconscious Pei Ah Niu being thrown down.
"What are the benefits of winning?" Jun Changxiao asked.
The middle-aged man said, "Since you dare to come from the fourth level of hell to the fifth level of hell, it means that you are very confident in your strength. If you win against me, I will recognize you as the boss."
Jun Changxiao's eyes lit up.
First, it was a substitute for martial arts. Now, it was using wine as a substitute for martial arts. There was no need to fight at all. This way, he could preserve his spirit energy and deal with the subsequent prison BOSS!
"Of course."
The middle-aged man yawned and pointed at the prisoner who was curled up in the darkness and said, "If you lose, you will be like him and become my personal punching bag."
Jun Changxiao's spiritual senses spread over and found that the person's strength was alright, but his face was covered in bruises. It seemed like he had been bullied frequently.
"Alright."
Gou Sheng said, "Let's compete in wine!"
Jun Changxiao might not be an expert when it came to drinking, but if he used his spirit energy to force the alcohol out of his body, he would be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
…
In the center of the fifth level of hell, there was a large round table. Not only were there dozens of jars of wine on it, but there was also plenty of wine below.
Jun Changxiao and the middle-aged man sat at the east and west respectively, with a few meters between them.
Thousands of prisoners surrounded them, obviously intending to be a spectator.
"I say …"
Jun Changxiao was speechless, "At least give me a plate of peanuts!"
The middle-aged man said, "A true expert in the art of wine doesn't need food to go with wine."
"…"
Jun Changxiao was convinced.
"Kid."
The middle-aged man pushed a jar of wine over and said, "I allow you to force the wine out of your body. If you can still stand up after drinking it, then it's your win!"
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, "This wine is definitely not simple!"
"Young friend …" Suddenly, a voice transmission sounded in his ears, "The wine in front of you is called Drunken Immortal Wine. Once it enters your body, it can't be forced out!"
Jun Changxiao was expressionless, but in fact, he already knew that the person who spoke was the pitiful worm curled up in the dark.
"Can't be forced out?"
Gou Sheng thought to himself, "No wonder he's so confident."
"Pa!"
As he spoke, he opened the mud seal.
A rich wine aroma immediately spread. Jun Changxiao took a sniff and praised, "Good wine!"
"Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Looks like you're a kindred spirit!"
"I'll drink first!"
Jun Changxiao stood up first, grabbed the wine with one hand, and raised it high. The wine immediately flowed out like a waterfall.
The middle-aged man was a little stunned.
The prisoners in the distance were also dumbfounded.
Even immortals couldn't withstand the wine, but he raised it and drank it directly. Wasn't he afraid of getting drunk and then lying on the ground like mud?
"He's still too young!"
"If he knew how strong Boss' Drunken Immortal Wine is, he definitely wouldn't drink it so recklessly."
"No, I can't take it anymore after smelling this wine aroma!"
The main culprit of the Fifth Floor of Hell loved to drink, and he liked to drink with others. Therefore, over time, the other prisoners all became alcoholics.
"Gulp, gulp!"
Jun Changxiao was still drinking. After the wine entered his body, it immediately spread, and then merged into his blood and meridians, and attacked his mind and sea of consciousness!
"Pa!"
The middle-aged man was unwilling to be left behind. He slapped the mud seal of the wine jar next to him, and then raised it and drank.
"Gulp, gulp!"
"Gulp, gulp!"
The two of them were standing, with one foot on the chair, and drinking crazily.
"Pa!"
Jun Changxiao finished a jar of wine first, skillfully opened another jar, and raised it again to drink.
The prisoners opened their mouths.
After drinking a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine, his expression didn't change. This guy's alcohol tolerance was really good!
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
Jun Changxiao drank jar after jar of Drunken Immortal Wine. The whole process didn't stop at all, and he didn't even burp.
"Bang!"
After a while, Gou Sheng smashed the empty jar on the table, wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and smiled. "I'm done."
In front and behind him, 19 empty jars were casually arranged!
"…"
The middle-aged man put down the half-empty jar, and his expression was a little interesting. After all, that guy drank 20 jars, and he only drank 10. Just from the speed alone, it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage.
"Kid."
He grinned. "Just drinking isn't enough, you have to be able to stand."
"No problem."
Jun Changxiao hugged his hands together.
From his expression and tone, it was impossible to tell that he drank.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Could it be … he can dissolve the Drunken Immortal Wine that entered his body?"
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