My Master Is a God

A total of thirty-four bottles of beer, this is a myth in the eyes of ordinary people, something that is not in the Guinness Book of Records. Today, Yang Yiyun is going to complete it like a rainbow.

In another ten seconds, the eighth bottle of beer blows down, and then the ninth...

This time Yang Yiyun drank the twentieth bottle in one breath before stopping.

After taking a breath, he drank twelve bottles.

At this moment, his stomach was so full that he was about to start hanging up.

In the body of "Universal Good fortune", the beer that he drank into his stomach began to evaporate under the effect of True Qi. His situation at this time was a bit similar to that of Tianlong Babu Zhong, Duan Yu and Qiao Feng were fighting for wine, but Duan Yu couldn't drink it. When Qiao Feng, he used the Six-Medition Divine Sword to force the drink from his little finger out of his body.

Yang Yiyun's cheating was even more clever. He directly used Zhen Qi to refine the alcohol into sweat and evaporate it out of his body.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Yiyun's face is just reddish, and his forehead is covered with beads of sweat.

For a full 20 bottles of beer, the time spent before and after is less than six minutes. This is a myth.

The onlookers were stunned.

The whistle and applause sounded like thunder.

When Yang Yiyun turned Zhenqi to cheat, sighs from all around came in his ears.

A certain boy said: "My God, is this buddy a Brewmaster alive?"

"More than Wine Fairy is alive, I think it's Bacchus!"

"Twenty bottles of beer were killed in less than six minutes. The Guinness Book of World Records might not have this record!"

"I can only say that it's abnormal."

"Monster~"

"There are still fourteen bottles. Guess he can finish it?"

"I can't finish drinking it. I have already eaten 20 bottles of cold water. Even if he has 20 bottles of cold water, he can't hold it in his stomach!"

"I bet this buddy can drink a few more bottles."

"You said one-to-six, how much can you drink for those six?"

"It's just six bitches. Look, the most one has only drunk four bottles and he is already unstable. Six of them have fifteen bottles. I don't think half of them can finish."

"Hey, the six of you are going to kneel and call grandson in a while."

The people watching the excitement around, each tasted and discussed. Anyway, Yang Yiyun has won a big reputation in their eyes. No matter whether Yang Yiyun can drink the remaining 14 bottles of beer today, the 20 bottles he blows down have become a myth.

As for the six Wei Ren at the moment, their faces turned into pig livers. The abnormality in their hearts towards Yang Yiyun was no less than that of the people around them watching the excitement.

Looking at the twenty empty wine bottles in front of Yang Yiyun, and then at Wei Ren who had less than fifteen empty bottles in front of him, he felt depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

At this moment, he really understood that Yang Yiyun was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately digging holes for six of them, and the six of them jumped into the big hole that Yang Yiyun had dug with complacency.

Now, this big pit is enough to bury them, and after jumping in, there is no need to cover the soil, and there will be no traces.

Wei Ren knew that there were only three paths left for the six of them today.

First, drinking all the wine can save a bit of face, but a full fifteen bottles can't be drunk to death.

Second, kneel down to beg for mercy and call out to Grandpa Yang Yiyun, but this is also impossible. If you really kneel down and call Grandpa Yang Yiyun, the six of them will have no face to meet people.

The third and last one is the best and the worst for them. Drinking desperately, drinking fragments, and then unconscious, this matter can be confused.

The consequence of this is injury, or stomach bleeding.

At this moment, Wei Ren's six are already riding a tiger. They are surrounded by so many people. It is hard to pretend to be dizzy. As Yang Yiyun said, the onlookers are from other schools. They are big masters, and they are of a passionate age. Age is very important, even if you drink vomiting blood, you must continue to drink.

Liu Lingling on one side was extremely worried, and asked Yang Yiyun in a low voice, "How are you? If you don't, don't drink it. You don't need to be childish if you drink Wei Ren?"

Qian Xiaobei also said: "Yes, yeah, Boss Yun, you are already super **** today. If you blow down a full 20 bottles, I doubt if you are a human being. It's too amazing. Don't drink it."

"Yes, you can't drink it, you will have an accident if you drink it." Lin Huan looked at Yang Yiyun's eyes with worry flashing.

"Dude, the face has come back, there is no need to drink it again, Yang Lin has not convinced a few people, you count one today." Yang Lin said seriously.

The pseudo-mother Lanhua pointed to a bow: "Oh, Yang Yiyun, you are too good today. I like it, but I am more worried about your health."

Several people expressed their concern. At first, Yang Yiyun was very moved in his ears, but in the end I liked the pseudonymous sentence, and almost made Yang Yiyun vomit.

Hurriedly said: "Stop it, especially the pseudo-mother, don't say you like me in the future, buddy is normal, and this drink is nothing to me, don't worry about it."

Hearing Yang Yiyun speak clearly and his body is not shaking, Liu Lingling is relieved, which shows that he is really fine.

At the same time, everyone thought Yang Yiyun was abnormal.

After Yang Yiyun received his power, he was full of blood and resurrected. The drinks in his belly were all refined. He smiled at Wei Ren and said, "Duke Wei can also beg for mercy now. I won't let you kneel down. Just call your grandson. Drink, what do you think?"

"Humph~" Wei Ren snorted hard and said: "What are you proud of, haven't you finished it? There are 14 bottles left, I see how you can drink it. Only 15 bottles of beer, I can still drink it. "

"Hey, that's okay, as long as you don't admit to counseling, I can rest assured, come and continue, see how buddies drink and learn a little! Haha~"

Yang Yiyun smiled badly, just to arouse Wei Ren and the others.

Then grabbed a bottle and started blowing.

A total of 14 bottles remained. After refining the 20 bottles he drank, he was now in a zero state.

In the whistles and screams around, Yang Yiyun drank one bottle after another.

Fourteen bottles of beer were blown off in less than three minutes, and only three bottles were left on the table.

At this time, the whistles and screams all around stopped involuntarily, and everyone was frightened by Yang Yiyun's drinking.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Yiyun did not stop, and blew off the last three bottles in one breath.

"Bang Dang~"

After drinking the last sip of beer, Yang Yiyun threw the empty bottle on the table and let out a bang.

He created a myth today that one person killed a whole thirty-four bottles of beer.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone around were on Yang Yiyun's body. Everyone wanted to see if Yang Yiyun would fall down or spit out.

After a while, Yang Yiyun just hit a wine barrier.

Yang Lin behind him narrowed his eyes, his face was full of heat, took the lead and clapped clapping.

Then came thunderous applause and whistles.

Yang Yiyun chuckled, waved his hand to stop everyone around him, and then looked at Wei Ren six with a shocked expression: "Duke Wei, I have finished drinking. Now I am waiting to see you perform. Don't persuade or pretend to be dizzy. Still, I really can’t drink that sentence, I can ask for mercy."

"Whoever asks you to drink it~" Wei Ren hated Yang Yiyun to death, but he didn't lose face at all.

The guy immediately started blowing.

The hard-hearted performance made Yang Yiyun give him a high look.

"Yes, drink~" At this time, the onlookers yelled and asked Wei Ren to drink the wine in front of them.

"Drink and drink..."

The booing booing, the whistling whistle, all staring at Wei Renjiu's drinking.

The six had a bitter face, and closed their eyes one by one and started to drink.

At a certain moment, a fat man beside Wei Ren finally finished when he drank the tenth bottle.

"Spray~"

In an instant, a big mouthful came out of his mouth, and then he slammed, and the fat man fell down, completely fragmented.

Maybe it was because the fat man squirted out, like a chemical reaction, and three people immediately afterwards, puff puff puffed out likewise.

The three have not drunk as much as the fat man, no more than eight bottles of wine.

There was a Wei Ren and a thin man left in the field.

The thin man tremblingly held the bottle before drinking two bottles of beer. He held a bottle in his hand and didn't drink it. He looked bitterly at the fallen companion in the field.

Only Wei Ren got the seventh bottle.

But at this moment, Grandpa Wei had a pale face. Some people blushed after drinking, and some people turned pale after drinking. Wei Ren is a kind of white.

It seemed that Wei Ren's eyes began to blur, picked up the eighth bottle, rolled his tongue and said, "I... drink it to you... see~"

"Gudong Gudong~"

When Wei Ren started drinking the eighth bottle, Yang Yiyun smiled, and stepped back, casually saying to the pseudo-mother behind him: "Go back, don't say I didn't remind you~"

"No reminder..." The pseudo-mother didn't finish her last awake word.

Then I heard a ‘puff’.

The next moment the pseudo-mother screamed: "Ah~Wei Eunuch, I'm going to kill you~"

However, Wei Ren finally did not resist, and squirted out, and sprayed on the pseudo-mother who was closer.

At this time, the pseudo-mother reacted. Why did Yang Yiyun remind him to step back? It turned out that he had noticed that Wei Ren would spray!

The pseudo-mother screamed and wanted to beat the father-in-law Wei, but father-in-law Wei had fragmented and fell to the ground as a dead dog. The angry pseudo-mother began to curse Yang Yiyun.