Chapter 48 48 Venerable

Chapter 48 48. Venerable

One hundred and fifty cups of wine were placed on the table, and the gray air flow drifted into the air, turning into a rich wine aroma lingering around the nose.

They all smelled the same, but Xia Feng could clearly sense that ten of them were fake Ely wine.

One hundred of the one hundred and fifty cups of wine were for competition, and the other fifty were double cards that Xia Feng needed to drink extra.

"Don't observe, they are all the same, just pick one cup at random." Yan Xujia didn't know why, subconsciously looking at the spade man was very unhappy.

"It's okay, let him choose slowly."

The withered man chuckled and tilted his head and said, "Your name is Yan Xujia, right? Seeing that you have just evolved into an Elyzer, I guess you can't bear much Ely. I will drink twenty cups later, and you can drink ten cups."

Xia Feng ignored the conversation between the two people, but just took a sip of the Ely wine with expectation, but was disappointed.

The concentration was too low, like a drop of evil dragon version of the evil force liquid diluted hundreds of millions of times to make wine, tasteless.

He lost interest in tasting slowly, and began to pick up one cup after another and put it to his lips. The bronze mask was not a physical entity, so it did not affect his eating and drinking.

As Xia Feng drank eight cups in a row, Yan Xujia and the withered man frowned and subconsciously stopped chatting.

The bartender reminded: "Pay attention, if the difference between the two sides is ten cups, the game will end directly and the winner will be announced. The loser will be eliminated."

The two were shocked and started drinking quickly.

But the Spade Man was not afraid of death. Regardless of whether the wine was real or fake, he drank one cup after another directly, and it seemed that he did not need to digest it at all.

You know, even for half-human and half-dead beings like them, swallowing evil force can increase their strength, but it also takes a certain amount of time to digest, otherwise they will quickly lose their sanity and turn into monsters.

"Damn, you're crazy!" The withered man saw Xia Feng drink thirty cups at once, his face changed suddenly, but he did not dare to stop his hands and poured himself wine crazily.

Yan Xujia covered his forehead with a grim expression. He was lucky to get two glasses of fake wine in a row, but after drinking five glasses of real wine, he began to feel uncomfortable, and countless tiny and weird whispers rang in his ears.

The withered man felt bad and looked at the clown, asking for help.

The clown shook his head: "Don't worry, I have checked it out. This guy is indeed a pure human. Even if the spiritual pressure level reaches the limit of a super-level spiritual master of the fifth level, it is only about forty cups. As long as he is not a venerable, there is nothing to be afraid of? Huh?"

While the clown was talking calmly, Xia Feng drank forty-one and forty-two cups in two and a half.

"Fuck!" The withered man's scalp was numb. He had no time to think about it. He was completely crazy!

Fifty cups.

Sixty cups.

And when Xia Feng raised the seventieth cup.

Yan Xujia was dumbfounded. I won't die here, right? He was panic-stricken, desperate and mechanically drank the tenth cup, hum--

He only felt his scalp numb, and the indescribable whispers in his ears became more three-dimensional. Six or seven pale and disheveled female corpses crawled out from the corners of the bar in his field of vision, staring at him with green eyes.

This meant that his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

"Wait, wait! Wait!" The withered man's face was pale, and he grabbed Xia Feng's arm, "Brother, you are my real brother, don't drink."

He really couldn't hold it anymore. Xia Feng drank seventy cups, and he and Yan Xujia had to drink thirty-five cups.

But twenty cups was already his limit, not to mention that he didn't have time to digest it. If he drank more, he would really die.

Xia Feng paused.

The clown who had been silent for a long time beside him looked solemn and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Spade, are you a Venerable?"

Venerable is a realm above the fifth level. Every Venerable in the empire is famous. Before invading Area 51, the Divine Evil Association had investigated and found that there was no Venerable guarding Area 51!

But what about this mysterious man in front of him? The clown stared at the Spade Man with a puzzled look.

If it was a Venerable, the Ely Wine would certainly not have much impact on a spiritualist of this realm. After all, the life level of the Venerable is no longer in the human category, so drinking seventy cups is naturally a piece of cake.

In response to the clown's doubts, Xia Feng smiled slightly, put down the wine glass and said casually: "If you think it is~"

The clown's expression was not very good, and he tilted his head to look at the bartender.

The bartender Mino also had a solemn expression, shook his head and murmured: "His spiritual pressure state is very strange, and it is undetectable. This is indeed an ability that only the Venerable has. But there is a difference. The Venerable's spiritual pressure state is undetectable, but his entire person is undetectable."

Isn't that more terrifying? Hey! ! The clown's mouth twitched slightly.

Detecting the target's spiritual pressure is one of Mino's abilities. He has never failed in hundreds of years, unless he encounters a Venerable strongman.

Thinking of this, Mino just wanted to curse at the moment.

Originally, he thought that this Spade Man was just a foolish mortal who didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. He naturally welcomed foolish mortals, but the Venerable.

Venerable, go away! What is this big guy doing in my troubled land? Outing? Mino maintained a stiff smile on his face.

However, he did hear that some Venerables who were tired of living liked to play around in the human world by pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

They were the kind of dead perverts who specially disguised themselves as first- and second-level spiritual masters to be bullied, and then gradually showed their strength to kill third-level strongmen.

The one who impressed him the most was undoubtedly a dead pervert codenamed "Beiming" thirty years ago.

At first, he said that he was very weak and couldn't drink much wine, but he drank more than a hundred cups unknowingly, and the surprised and artificial tone after drinking everyone to death made him still remember it vividly, "Huh? Why did you all fall down?"

This mysterious Spade man undoubtedly fits the behavior pattern of this kind of shameless pervert.

Xia Feng silently watched the uncertain expressions of several people, knowing that these guys might have misunderstood something, but it was just what he wanted. I am the best at pretending to be a big boss!

"So, are you still competing?" He raised his glass to several people and said in a calm voice.

The bartender shook his head: "The rules are absolute, even I can't violate them. Both sides must die or their sanity must be reduced to zero before the game ends and the remaining people can leave the disaster area."

The withered man's face turned pale, and he looked at the clown for help again with anxious eyes. His puppet clone was dead, and now it was the only real body. If he died again, he would be gone.

"Bang——"

Suddenly, a figure rushed over. Before the withered man could react, two glasses of wine had been stuffed into his mouth. He looked up with his eyes wide open, gurgling——

"Go to hell, you idiot!" Yan Xujia held his jaw tightly and grinned, "As long as someone on both sides dies, then you can only die, brother."

"Uh——uh——" The withered man covered his mouth and retreated repeatedly, his eyes were about to burst.

A minute later, his sanity returned to zero in the madness, and his body collapsed into a pool of mud. The scene was very bloody.

"The game is over, respected guest, this is your prize."

The bartender opened a pocket watch and placed it in front of Xia Feng, with a twelve-point respectful smile on his face, "Please check it."

There were 2g of Wuliang Stone quietly placed in the pocket watch.

"Guest, what kind of stone do you want?"

Xia Feng paused and said casually: "Water."

Minuo also put a water blue round stone into the pocket watch. The stone emitted a faint blue light, mysterious and extraordinary.

But Xia Feng's attention was attracted by the pocket watch with the infinite stone. After thinking for a while, he looked up and asked: "A question, where did this pocket watch come from?"

Minuo was stunned by this question and subconsciously looked at the clown.