Chapter 1088: Wine and Knife Split the Soul!

The sixth floor of the restaurant was bustling with people, and the narrow space was extremely crowded.

Hearing that someone was going to challenge "Drunk Nine", many people from other floors on the first floor of Qinghuang asked questions and rushed here to see what happened.

Zuijiu, if you don’t get drunk after nine cups and don’t die after nine cups, you can make a request to the first floor of Qinghuang. No one knows who made it!

However, the horror of the Soul-Splitting Sword Wine is well-known far and wide. At first, some people challenged it with suspicion, but all of them were torn apart by their souls and died!

At this moment, surrounded by a crowd, Ye Wushuang and Feng Jie were standing in front of a table, and on the table were two pots of wine and two blood jade wine glasses.

"Are you two ready? Soul-splitting knife wine, three cups determines the amount of wine, six cups determines the hero, and nine cups determine the true man. Today, I and everyone here will testify. Regardless of which side, as long as the challenge is successful, the first floor of Qinghuang Everyone is willing to agree to one of his requests!”

On the side, Qing Shui smiled faintly, and then shouted: "Let's start now!"

"Then, let's get started!" Feng Jie also sneered and shouted. The fierce man next to him stepped forward, glanced at Ye Wushuang with a grin on his face, and then picked up the flask and poured wine.

Ye Wushuang looked leisurely and stood still. Behind him, Qianqiu Shenmeng stared at him. He hesitated for a long time, cursed in his heart, and then stepped forward to pour the wine.

Huh!

Seeing this, Qing Shui was surprised in his heart. He knew that Qianqiu Shenmeng was also a powerful genius, but now he was willing to pour wine for Ye Wushuang. He was afraid that no one else would believe it if he told her!

The onlookers had strange expressions, and they also showed envy and jealousy. The beauty was pouring wine. They had never thought of such treatment.

"Drink, drink!!"

As the wine was filled, the crowd nearby also started shouting.

Feng Jie picked up the wine glass and drank it down his throat. Suddenly, his body trembled.

"Pour the wine!"

After a moment of silence, he put down his glass and drank loudly.

The fierce man poured two more glasses in a row, and under the gaze of the crowd, Feng Jie poured it directly into his throat.

His body trembled, his face twitched, he was dripping wet, and the wine knife split his soul. The pleasure was so great that even his ninth level of immortality could hardly bear it. The pain in his soul was more terrifying than heart-wrenching.

After a while, Feng Jie regained his composure!

"Drink three glasses of Soul-Splitting Knife wine in a row, Feng Jie has a good drinking capacity!"

When the people who were just watching saw this, they couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration. Being able to withstand three glasses of wine was already surpassing too many people.

"it's your turn!"

Feng Jie looked up at Ye Wushuang in front of him and shouted, "Three glasses of wine are enough to torture Ye Wushuang!"

After hearing Feng Jie's words, the crowd's eyes also fell on Ye Wushuang, and everyone had a joking smile.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the wine glass, her expression remained unchanged, and she picked up the wine glass leisurely and calmly. The glass was full, filled with light golden liquid, and the strong aroma of wine overflowed, tingling her soul.

Soul-Splitting Knife Wine is rumored to be brewed from a mystical-grade Soul-Splitting Divine Fruit, which is blended with many ancestral medicines, etc. It is generally difficult to buy for 10,000 pieces of mid-grade holy crystals.

However, the challenge of "Drunken Nine" was excepted. After all, this was a life-and-death battle, so the first floor of Qinghuang was not collected.

"Don't you dare anymore? Didn't you just threaten to challenge "Drunk Nine"? You don't even dare to try a drink, you coward!"

The people from the Hunting God Mercenary Group snorted with disdain.

Ye Wushuang seemed to have not seen him, and took a sip of tea. Suddenly, it was as if a ball of divine fire was raging in his throat, burning crazily. Before he could drink it, a smell of alcohol shot up into the sky, heading straight for the divine soul in the divine court, like a terrifying flame. The magic sword chopped at Ye Wushuang's soul.

The wine knife splits the soul!

An extremely intense tearing and cutting pain overwhelmed Ye Wushuang's consciousness.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and there was no change. He had endured too much extreme pain, and the pleasure in front of him did not affect him.

He picked up the wine glass and just put it on his mouth when he suddenly paused and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He discovered that when the soul-splitting knife wine was tearing apart his soul, the wine smell also contained a strange soul power, which repaired his soul and also increased the strength of his soul.

The "Demon Heart and Divine Desire" he had practiced before had the ability to temper the soul. The stronger the soul, the more powerful the soul.

He didn't expect that this soul-splitting knife wine not only had the power to split the soul, but also temper the soul!

"Interesting, maybe I can use this to improve my soul!"

He stared at the wine glass in his hand and murmured in his mind.

"Hahaha, kid, don't force yourself if you can't drink!"

Seeing this, everyone thought that Ye Wushuang couldn't bear it anymore, so they couldn't help laughing loudly, and many people showed contempt.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang also drank the remaining wine in one gulp, his expression unchanged.

On the side, Qianqiu Shenmeng looked at him and stepped forward to pour wine!

One cup!

Two glasses!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wushuang drank three glasses in a row, his expression unchanged, as if it was ordinary wine, which was in sharp contrast to Feng Jie's sweating performance before.

"This guy is just one level of immortality. He can actually drink three cups in a row without changing his expression. Not only is he tied with Feng Jie, but he seems to have nothing wrong with him. This is incredible."

Ye Wushuang's performance surprised everyone, even Feng Jie was very surprised. He thought that Ye Wushuang could drink two cups at most, so he drank three cups in advance to force Ye Wushuang, but that was not what he thought.

"Pour wine!"

Ye Wushuang had no time to care about anything else at the moment. He was so immersed in the process of soul tearing and transformation that he even forgot about the joy.

Qianqiu Shenmeng poured another glass, but Ye Wushuang drank it all in one gulp.

The fourth cup!

Ye Wushuang surpassed Feng Jie!

The crowd of onlookers suddenly quieted down!

Feng Jie also picked up a cup and poured it into his mouth. His body trembled violently and shook a little. Before he put down the cup, Ye Wushuang picked up the fifth cup!

Boom!

Feng Jie's face changed, and his hand froze in mid-air. His eyes stared at Ye Wushuang, unable to lift the fifth cup.

Because the fourth cup was already his limit, drinking another cup would definitely cause severe damage to his soul.

He stared at Ye Wushuang closely and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

However, before it was over, he shouted, "Pour the wine!"

The sixth cup!

The seventh cup!

...

There was no pause. In the end, Qianqiu Shenmeng was so shocked that he subconsciously listened to Ye Wushuang's words and kept pouring wine. He didn't notice that Ye Wushuang had already drunk nine cups!

The people on the sixth floor of the restaurant were stunned, their mouths opened so wide that it seemed that they could fit a foot basin.

"Refreshing!"

Ye Wushuang's face twitched slightly, and a look of joy appeared on his face. His spirit was greatly improved.

"Pour another cup!"

He shouted again, full of passion, and the hearts of the crowd trembled fiercely. One more cup would be ten cups. Ye Wushuang had successfully challenged "Drunk Nine", but his limit seemed not to have been reached.

Qianqiu Shenmeng's beautiful eyes were shining with a strange light. This time, even she didn't notice that he was pouring wine willingly.

Ye Wushuang didn't hesitate and poured it into his throat wildly, as if breaking some shackles. His spirit was immediately shaken, the chaotic sea rolled, and a powerful spirit breath rippled, and the strength of the spirit instantly increased by more than ten times!