Chapter 1087 Betting on Wine!

All the mercenaries knew that according to Feng Jie's character, today's matter would not end so easily.

Regardless of whether Feng Jie was rude in the first place, Ye Wushuang scolded Feng Jie unceremoniously, which undoubtedly slapped Feng Jie in the face.

Everyone expected Feng Jie to take action.

"boom!"

As soon as Feng Jie moved, Ye Wushuang took another step, flashing a cold light, ready to suppress Feng Jie.

Whoosh!

At the same time, the shadows flickered, and a figure suddenly stood in front of the two people.

"You two, can you give me some face?"

The faint voice came out, but it was the elegant young man in front of the counter.

call out!

Upon seeing this, Qianqiu Shenmeng quickly came to Ye Wushuang's side and stared at the literary young man.

As the elegant young man appeared, all the members of the Hunting God mercenary group, including Feng Jie, stopped, with a hint of fear lingering in their eyes.

"Master Qingshui has taken action, this is the first time!"

People from other mercenary groups were very surprised. Usually on the sixth floor, there are people from major mercenary groups. Sometimes there will be some friction, bloodshed, and even death.

However, Qing Shui, who knew the rules of Qinghuang, didn't care about it or even paid attention to it. His abnormal behavior now surprised them.

"Brother, I'm in Qingshui. I'm the owner of the first floor of Qinghuang. I hope you can give me some face, okay?"

Qing Shui said politely to Ye Wushuang, not to Feng Jie.

This performance made the crowd even more stunned. It seemed that Qing Shui had asked the wrong person. Feng Jie was a member of the Hunting God Mercenary Group and was well-known in Qinghuang City. In the past, Qing Shui was more interested in him, but today his attitude changed drastically.

Even Feng Jie's face darkened, feeling that he had lost all face. Qing Shui's attitude was undoubtedly saying that what happened today was his Feng Jie's fault.

This attitude made Feng Jie very angry, but knowing Qing Shui's identity, he didn't get angry at all.

Ye Wushuang's gaze shifted from Feng Jie to Qing Shui. He withdrew his momentum and said indifferently: "Since the owner of the restaurant has come forward to plead for mercy, I will let him go today. Now, you can let him go!"

The faint words floated out, causing the space on the sixth floor to become silent for a moment. The crowd's eyes froze, and they were all stunned.

This guy is so crazy. From the beginning to the end, he actually told Feng Jie to get out and didn't even give Qing Shui face. Doesn't he know how powerful and terrifying the Hunting God Mercenary Group is?

The other members of the mercenary group felt that their thinking was not as good as Ye Wushuang's words.

"you……"

Feng Jie's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he spit out his gunshots without concealing it, making the space feel cold.

For the first time, he felt such intense humiliation that a cultivator of the first level of immortality looked down upon him and let him go. This was ridiculous.

Qing Shui was also slightly stunned and stared at Ye Wushuang, only to find that Ye Wushuang was calm and had only a serious expression on his face, as if he was going to go to war if he didn't want to retreat.

This group of people didn't care if they were overbearing to him, and he didn't care if they were rude to him. However, he didn't expect that this made them murderous and wanted to kill Ye Wushuang.

When Ye Wushuang came in, did he ever provoke him?

For a moment, a tense atmosphere filled the restaurant. Qing Shui glanced back and forth at Ye Wushuang and Qianqiu Shenmeng, then turned to look at Feng Jie and said: "Brother Feng, give me some face, everyone thinks peace is the most important thing. All the people who come to the sixth floor are friends from the restaurant. I’ll take care of today’s meal. If you can, drink to your heart’s content!”

Qing Shui is worthy of being the owner of the restaurant, and he can resolve this depressing atmosphere with just a few words.

"Since Mr. Qingshui has spoken, I will give you a favor and let him be spared this time!"

Even though Feng Jie wanted to kill Ye Wushuang in his heart, he couldn't do it in the restaurant. He secretly swore in his heart that as long as Ye Wushuang left the restaurant, he would cut him into pieces.

After giving Ye Wushuang a cold look, they sat back down.

Hearing Feng Jie's words, Qing Shui shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. His dissuasion could be regarded as saving Feng Jie's life. Only he knew the identity of Ye Wushuang and the "forbidden" evildoer of Qianqiu Shenmeng. Once the two of them took action, other people would be killed. If Feng Jie is alone, everyone will be killed.

Unfortunately, Feng Jie didn't know what the ending would be, and Qing Shui didn't think about it either. Instead, he turned to Ye Wushuang again, changed the subject and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm very sorry, what's the matter with coming to the sixth floor?"

"I heard there is a "Zuijiu" here? "

Ye Wushuang stared at Qing Shui, uttered a sentence, and continued: "I want to give it a try?"

Want to challenge "Drunk Nine"?

Swish, brush, brush!

The crowd's eyes were all focused on Ye Wushuang, and their eyes suddenly became weird. Isn't it too crazy to challenge the terrifying "Drunken Nine" for the first time in Changsheng?

Even Qianqiu Shenmeng next to him was suddenly shocked. Even a strong man in the Destiny Realm could only withstand six cups, which was enough to see the intensity of the soul-breaking knife wine. But drunkenly for nine cups, nine cups of drunkenness, almost no one could challenge it. .

"You just want to drink?" Qing Shui also asked in surprise.

"I want to drink, but also to do something!"

Ye Wushuang responded calmly.

"Doing something?" Everyone was stunned. Why would you risk your life?

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, Feng Jie's eyes flashed with a cold light. He immediately stood up and said: "If you want to do something, the Hunting God Mercenary Group can help you for free once, unconditionally, until it is done." !”

Ye Wushuang heard the voice and turned to stare at Feng Jie, but he paused for a moment and said: "However, there is a premise. If you want to challenge "Zuijiu", then I also want to make a bet with you. Let's compete in drinking. If you beat me, the conditions will take effect, but if you lose, your life will belong to me."

"You want to bet?" Ye Wushuang narrowed his eyes. This man seemed to not stop until he killed him!

"Do you dare?"

Feng Jie sneered. This was an opportunity to kill Ye Wushuang openly. God was helping him.

"I dare to challenge even "Zuijiu". I really can't think of it. Is it more terrible to compete with you than "Zuijiu", or do you drink more than nine cups?"

Ye Wushuang laughed sarcastically, which made the crowd laugh. Not to mention nine cups, even six cups, Feng Jie couldn't bear it. What qualifications did he have to say whether he dared or not? Isn't this adding to the joke?

"So, do you want to bet?"

Feng Jie said in a deep voice, blushing with ridicule, and the sound of his fists clenched, which further intensified his desire to kill Ye Wushuang.

"Betting, why not?" Ye Wushuang said leisurely, not caring at all. As a man, he should drink the strongest liquor. The stronger the liquor, the more refreshing it is to drink. He just wanted to taste the Soul-Splitting Sword Wine, so why not?

However, Ye Wushuang turned his eyes and said: "Of course, I have to add a condition. If you lose, please get out of my sight immediately. People who are too noisy are really annoying!"