So, accompanied by the fragrant and hot mutton hotpot, the four of them drank the second jar of strong liquor.

Bang!

Still as before, the wine jar was smashed by four people, making four crisp and pleasant sounds, which made me feel very happy.

"Good wine, it's really good wine!" Han Nian also seemed a little drunk and sighed.

"Are there any more? Take it out and drink it!" Wang Jingtian blushed, savoring the spicy and stimulating of the tip of his tongue, and the mellow and rich aroma of the wine, and said to Lin Xing.

"Yes! And! Hahaha!" Lin Xing laughed loudly, and with a divine thought, four jars of wine appeared in front of the four people again.

"Okay! Brother Lin is so good! Drink!" Seeing this, Han Nian took the lead and picked up a jar of wine, slapped Kaifeng mud, and shouted.

"Well, good wine and good meat, it's amazing!" Agui was also extremely happy, holding the wine jar with one hand and holding the chopsticks with the other.

At this time, Lin Xing and Wang Jingtian were completely in love with the feeling of being drunk and fell in love with Wang Long's strong wine.

They even felt that the most precious thing on Wang Long might not be the warship armor technique, but these jars of strong wine!

The four of them ate one sip of wine and meat, and they ate it enthusiastically and drank it happily.

Bang!

The third time the sound of falling from the jar sounded, and the four of them had already drunk twelve jars of wine.

However, this is not over yet. The drunk Lin Xing didn't know what it means to stop at the right time.

Swish!

The eight jars of fine wine were taken out directly from the space ring by Lin Xing.

"That's all left. Why do we have a good time today? I'll do it all!" Lin Xing blushed and picked up two jars of wine and threw it to Han Nian.

Wang Jingtian also took two jars of wine and threw it to Agui.

Then they each took two more jars.

At this time, the four of them were holding two jars of wine in their hands, and surrounded by broken jars...

Bang!

The four of them touched each other and poured them into their mouths.

No one stopped at this moment, and they had to finish the wine in the jar in one breath.

Bang!

"Ah! It's great!" Lin Xing became the first person to finish it. He broke the empty jar in his hand and shouted.

Then, Han Nian, Wang Jingtian, and Agui all finished the wine and broke the wine jar.

At this time, Lin Xing stood up shakingly, blushing, holding the unopened wine jar in one hand, and pulling out Yikong behind him with the other hand.

The moment Yikong appeared, a blazing silver light suddenly flashed on the sword body, and the sword edge burst into a cold light.

Seeing this, Han Nian and Agui were shocked and even looked at Lin Xing's airdrop.

Swish!

Lin Xing's originally drooping arm suddenly stretched straight, and Yikong slashed through the space at this moment, creating a crisp sound of breaking through the air.

The next moment, Lin Xing moved.

Yikong burst into silver light in his hand, and each attack produced a sharp and crisp sound of breaking through the air.

Lin Xing did not use any sword moves, but just danced his sword casually with his body shaking.

At this time, he was already drunk, looking intoxicated, his eyes sometimes empty and sometimes with spirit, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Swish!

The silver light flashed past, and the mouth of the wine jar in Lin Xing's other hand was easily cut off by Yikong.

There is no sound of breaking or cracks, and the mouth of the altar is extremely smooth, which is where Yikong's sharpness is.

With his head raised, Lin Xing raised the wine jar and opened his mouth wide. He saw the crystal clear wine flowing out of the mouth of the jar, forming an arc in the air, and finally flowing into Lin Xing's mouth one after another.

Wow!

The next second, Lin Xing kicked his feet and jumped into the air three or four feet high.

As he soared into the air, the strong wind blew the green leaves into the air.

Lin Xing danced with his hair, and his handsome face became even more charming because of his blush.

Yikong in his hand kept emitting brilliant silver light as he danced casually. After turning it over again, Lin Xing's toes lit up a flying green leaf in the air and slowly fell down.

The wine jar in my hand was extremely stable, without any wine sprinkling.

At this moment, Lin Xing completely let go of himself, and closed his eyes like a drunken and dreaming death, immersed in his own world.

As soon as he landed, he opened his mouth and drank a big sip of wine again.

Yikong shook, and Lin Xing suddenly stabbed forward.

In an instant, the red light burst under Lin Xing's feet, the sword lights danced in front of him, and the silver light was shining. I don't know how many thorns were stabbed out.

Swish!

He suddenly stepped onto a big tree, Lin Xingao stood above the canopy, his blue shirt sounded, and the cold light of the silver sword surged.

He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth again and poured a large sip of wine.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At this time, a breeze blew by, and Lin Xing danced the sword in his hand again as the rhythm of the breeze.

His moves seem messy, but they have a little rhythm.

It seems casual, but it is not.

The sword moves with your heart, the heart moves with your heart...

In the casualness, there is a sense of freedom, a sense of pleasure, and the unruly young man...

At this moment, he was a frivolous boy, an unruly swordsman, and an intoxicating sword dance...

Gradually, the Yikong trajectory in Lin Xing's hand became more and more strange and more unseen.

"He is creating a sword move..." A Gui was slightly drunk, his eyes narrowed, and came to the conclusion from Lin Xing's constantly changing figure.

At this time, Lin Xing actually added another Xiaoyao to his sword move.

That is feelings, that is artistic conception, and there is no substantial change.

But it is not true that there is no substantial change. His sword is a little sharper and his moves are more free and easy.

In the other hand, the mouth of the wine jar continued to fall into the wide open mouth.

Lin Xing completely let himself go with the help of a drunken drunk.

At this moment, he is free and easy, frivolous, unruly, and the other side of his heart.

So what about the Holy Dao Pavilion? So what about the Holy Silver Empire?

If you destroy the people of our clan, you will eventually be destroyed by my hands.

What about the cold sky tower at the end of the year? To save my master, I can smash it with one sword...

Are you free and carefree, Silver Tiger? The head will eventually be taken by me.

Lin Xing's sword became faster and faster, but at some point, it suddenly became extremely slow.

Both fast and slow, the sword light flew.

Gradually, Lin Xing's moves continued to improve, which was his intentional intention.

From the initial loopholes to the current exquisiteness.

It can be said that Lin Xing completed a set of swordsmanship in less than a stick of incense.

This is his sword technique, and it really belongs to him.

Only he can use it in this world.

Yikong was flashing with a cold light, and Lin Xing completely integrated his freedom and unruly, frivolous and free manner into his sword moves.

Wang Jingtian, Han Nian and Agui were stunned at this moment.

Even when I was drunk, I still had a stir in my heart.

A set of extremely exquisite sword techniques was born in front of them.

However, before it was over, Lin Xing was still dancing his sword, and the wine jar in his hand was poured into his mouth from time to time.

Sword techniques and tricks are constantly evolving...
Chapter completed!