General, the lady escaped again

Chapter 217: Wedding Party (2)

Some villagers lifted tables, moved wine barrels, placed bowls and poured wine. Their movements were so skillful, as if they had done it many times.

So the villagers all stared at Tie Laosan, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Fang Chen and others here finally felt something was wrong. Was the person coming here with bad intentions?

But Tie Laosan is indeed the best drinker among them.

But this vague feeling of uneasiness made Fang Chen raise his eyebrows.

"Compare with me." Uncle Chen walked to another table, sniffed lightly and smelled.

"Uncle Chen, are you sure?" Tie Laosan looked down on Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen didn't say anything, but just curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Ready! The person who drinks the most in ten breaths wins! Ready... start," the village chief presided over the event personally, and the scene was very tense.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five..."

The villagers were counting the time together, and Tie Laosan was drinking heavily. It was obvious that he could drink quite a lot. However, after Fang Chen and the others saw Uncle Chen drinking, their excitement seemed to be dampened by cold water, and they all fell silent.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" The villagers shouted in support, each one louder than the last.

"Four...three...two...one! Stop! Time's up!" The village chief raised his hand, and Uncle Chen and Tie Laosan stopped drinking.

Tie Laosan felt that he had broken the previous record. He drank really hard. He gave it his all for his elder brother. He must have won this time, right?

But when I looked up, I saw my brothers were silent.

"...Brother?" Tie Laosan looked at Fang Chen and others in confusion. Why did they have such expressions?

Turning around, he saw twenty bowls on his table. He nodded with satisfaction and then looked at Uncle Chen's table.

...five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, thirty-six?

"I'm still getting old... I'm not as strong as before!" Uncle Chen looked at the bowl in front of him and sighed softly.

"…This is impossible? He drank thirty-six bowls in ten breaths?! He must have cheated." Tie Laosan felt that he had encountered something incredible, or maybe Uncle Chen was cheating.

But no one supported him because everyone saw Uncle Chen drink it with their own eyes.

There is not a trace of falsehood.

"Your uncle is still your uncle!" Yang Hua said with emotion.

"Third brother, you deserved to lose. I drank a bowl and you only drank half a bowl. Didn't that mean I drank more than half a bowl more than you did? And he saw you drinking slowly, so he slowed down on his own initiative..." Fang Chen also said.

After all, Tie Laosan didn't see it, so they had no way to demonstrate how fast Uncle Chen drank.

Finally, it was Uncle Chen who looked at Tie Lao San. "Your uncle used to be known as the unbeatable drinker."

After saying that, he drank three breaths of wine in front of Tie Lao San.

I saw Uncle Chen pick up the wine and raise his head, and the wine was gone... He raised his head and the wine was gone...

From another angle, Uncle Chen raised his head while holding the wine bowl, and the wine went down his mouth into his throat, and then... and then nothing happened.

It's just like water entering a pipe...it flows smoothly.

"...Master, that's awesome." Tie Laosan was convinced. He couldn't beat him.

A small village, but a hidden talent! !

"The next thing is a competition..." The village chief proudly gave Fang Chen a warning, also to remind him not to think that he and his brothers can look down on ordinary people just because they have martial arts skills.

Those of them who have lived half of their lives must have some abilities.

If you underestimate others, you will suffer a great loss.