From outside, there was sometimes black smoke coming from the windows on the second floor of the restaurant, and sometimes cold air radiated. The people in the restaurant were crowded under the stairs and stretched their necks to look at the second floor, but no one dared to go up.

The restaurant owner stood behind the counter, looking down at the piece of gold given by Jiang Feng. The gold was very large and could see clear fingerprints on it. If you look closely, you could see fingerprints. This piece of gold seemed to be pinched out by someone with his hands.

In fact, it was indeed made by Jiang Feng with his hands. He was pauper and had no gold. However, some of the storage bags he got from the dead monks. After they were gathered together, he pinched them into gold nuggets.

"Don't surround me, go do whatever you should do." The restaurant owner said to the guy around the stairs.

Some of the guys scattered, while others said to the boss uneasy: "Boss, what's going on upstairs? If someone dies or burns our restaurant, will something big happen?"

"What do you care about so much? Just do your business well. Hurry up and go to the kitchen to urge the vegetables. After a while, there is nothing to do upstairs, hurry up and clean up the things. Did you hear it?" The restaurant owner said to the mate.

The guy nodded, not understanding why the boss was so calm. When the guy was heading to the kitchen, the restaurant owner called another guy over and said a few words to the guy, the guy hurried out of the restaurant.

Then the restaurant owner ordered people to drive away all the customers in the store. Jiang Feng is now the empty restaurant. However, this customer is in the struggle between ice and fire.

Just a few drops of wine, he dissipated a huge amount of spiritual power. It spread very quickly. Jiang Feng's body could not bear it at all. He could not absorb it at all. Now he could only use all his strength to let the spiritual power be dispersed as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would be directly burst. As for what is cold and hot now, Jiang Feng could still tolerate it. After all, it cannot be compared with the heavenly tribulation.

After about twenty minutes, the spiritual power in Jiang Feng's body finally calmed down. His clothes were burned to a different look, and there was frost on his hair and eyebrows. This was just how hot and cold alternating. Otherwise, his clothes would have been completely destroyed.

I looked around me. The floor under my feet was about to be burned out, and the table had been burned halfway. I looked at my hands and the glass was intact and the wine inside was still there.

The original position was not allowed to sit, so Jiang Feng had to change to another table. As soon as he got up, the stool under him fell apart. Jiang Feng walked, while talking to himself: "Fortunately, no heavenly disaster has come, otherwise how many people would have to die."

After sitting down again, Jiang Feng called the restaurant owner. He wanted to talk about the compensation issue, but the restaurant owner was respectful and even said no. He also ordered people to continue serving the food and wine.

I couldn't figure out what the owner of the restaurant thought. People said no, so I didn't need it. Jiang Feng didn't eat the dishes immediately. He looked at the glass of wine and shook his head. However, after shaking his head, Jiang Feng couldn't help but say good wine.

What happened just now was indeed very dangerous. Jiang Feng's body was traumatized. But he also benefited a lot from it. Not only did his spiritual power increase, but some meridians that had not been opened were also opened several places. Even his spiritual consciousness was enhanced. These were all due to the sip of wine.

"If you drink like this, you might be dead. You can't drink it directly, you have to dilute it." Jiang Feng muttered himself.

First he put his clothes together, tied them with only half of the belt left, and then took out the gourd. Because he didn't know how much wine there was in the gourd, and if there was a special storage space inside the gourd, Jiang Feng found two more water bags.

This is not because Jiang Feng's spiritual consciousness cannot enter the gourd. He can indeed extend his spiritual consciousness into the gourd. However, he cannot see much wine inside. Because there is a world of ice and fire inside the gourd, Jiang Feng's spiritual consciousness will be gone as soon as he enters it.

The water bags are all in the storage bags of other monks, and are specially used to hold water. They are also space items. There is no water in it now. Jiang Feng opened one, poured the wine from the gourd into the water bag, and shouted loudly: "My man, bring me all the best wine here."

The wine in the gourd kept flowing into the water bag. The water bag was as long as the arm and it didn't seem to hold much. However, the wine flowed into it, and it was soon poured in more than a hundred kilograms. Jiang Feng also knew that the space inside the gourd must be very large. It is really hard to say how much wine there is in it.

After stopping, Jiang Feng put away the gourd and poured the wine into another empty water bag with a water bag filled with wine. He only poured a little, and stopped after less than a pound.

At this time, the guy also brought the wine jars up. He put five large wine jars next to the table, and then asked Jiang Feng if they were enough.

"Continue, carry all the amounts, bring them all." Jiang Feng said so. At the same time, he reached out to a little bit of wine jar. The sealing mud of the wine jar was automatically opened. The wine inside flew out on its own and then flowed into the water bag containing a small amount of wine.

In a blink of an eye, a jar of ten kilograms of wine was empty. Jiang Feng, who was sitting there, shook his body, his face was red, and he occasionally missed the things, as if he was drunk.

"The back is strong, the strength is quite strong." Jiang Feng muttered, dipped the chopsticks into the water bag, and then added a little chopsticks.

The whole body was once again under the impact of spiritual power. A large amount of spiritual power rushed to the whole body along the tip of the tongue. Fortunately, it was diluted a little, and the amount was too small, so Jiang Feng did not do the same as last time. However, the chopsticks had turned into popsicles.

Open all the wine jars and introduce all the wine into the water bag. The guy who had been stunned for a long time continued to move the wine at Jiang Feng's urging.

One jar after another of the wine was brought in, and Jiang Feng poured all into the water bag. Soon the good wine in the restaurant was gone. He had to use the worse ones. In the end, even the cheapest wine was consumed by Jiang Feng.

He tried it with the chopsticks, but this time Jiang Feng had nothing to do. He made some wine out of another water bag. After trying it again, Jiang Feng felt that the alcohol was full of energy. Moreover, the spiritual power in it was completely bearable. There was no need to worry about being burned or passive. This time he could drink it with confidence. He no longer had to force out the essence of the wine.

I found a small bowl and poured myself a bowl. I just took two sips and was enjoying it with my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly saw an old man standing by the table and watching him.

The old man looked fifty or sixty years old, with a small number of gray hair, and had a head combed. He was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, more than 1.7 meters tall, a little thin, and a little bit shy. At this time, he was pressing the table with both hands and staring at Jiang Feng with his eyes.

Jiang Feng, who was a little drunk, didn't react for a moment. The old man snatched the bowl from Jiang Feng's hand, and drank all the wine in one gulp. Then he closed his eyes and slashed his mouth. He was still shaking his head there, as if he was dissatisfied.

"Monk, I am definitely a monk I can't beat." Jiang Feng said in his heart.

The old man looked at Jiang Feng and sucked his breath hard, as if he was smelling something. Then he stared at the wine glass that Jiang Feng had placed on the table before. He picked up the wine glass extremely quickly and drank the wine inside.

"You can't drink it, that..." Jiang Feng subconsciously said this. When he said it, he realized that drinking it to death would be better, and he would save himself from danger. Why should he remind him?
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