Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 1400 Show your hand

What is Wang Lu waiting for?

Naturally, he is waiting for people like him who are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Only then will the great opportunity come.

Among the 100,000 transformed gods, he is not the only one who possesses the appearance of a dragon or a tiger, nor is it created by him alone. The ten people at the table in the middle seem to be sleeping soundly, but in fact they have been exposed to everyone's eyes.

Smart people were watching their drinking rate, comparing it to their own, and at the same time refining the wine they had drunk before as quickly as possible so that they could knock them off the altar in the best condition.

If this is the case, then the question is, if the competition for admission to Binfu or the qualification to obtain some kind of opportunity is based solely on how much alcohol one drinks, why make it so complicated? Why not just drink to your heart's content? The difference between those who drink more and those who drink less will be clear at a glance.

In Wang Lu's opinion, there are two reasons.

Firstly, jealousy and vanity are ingrained in human nature and cannot be erased no matter what. Deep down, everyone wants to be honored with great glory and to be the center of attention for superiority and pride.

The closer he is to the center table, the more it highlights his strength and his inner satisfaction and enjoyment.

It can be said that Binfu has grasped human nature accurately.

Not only can you screen out suitable people through simple drinking competitions, but you can also secretly observe each person's on-the-spot reactions, attitudes, and temperament.

Secondly, if his guess was correct, it was not entirely correct to judge the winner by the amount of wine consumed.

The key lies in the word "completely".

The gate of Bin Mansion is quite large. In addition to the table in the middle of the front facing the gate, a small part of the two tables on its left and right are also included in the gate.

In other words, the table he is at also has the opportunity to enter Binfu.

Of course, the same goes for the ten people at the table across from them.

Destiny is an elusive thing. Most of the time, cultivation and strength are enough to determine success or failure. However, in some cases, it is not the key to determine victory or defeat, such as opportunity, luck, or being good at some kind of immortal cultivation skill... and many other unexpected things.

But there is a prerequisite. On this basis, you must have a certain level of cultivation and strength to be qualified to become the crucial deciding factor.

So, if you drink a lot and are strong enough, you will definitely be shortlisted, but if you don’t drink enough and are not strong enough, you will still have a chance, and you may even become the final winner.

This was also one of the reasons why she left directly after he replaced the woman without staying to look for another opportunity. The other reason will not be discussed for now.

Thinking of this, he was able to sit here calmly instead of rushing to the table in the middle.

What made him feel strange was that among a total of 100,000 gods, and as an outsider who arrived suddenly, was he the only one who could see the problem, while all the others were completely unaware?

Because looking around, the monks at other tables were constantly drinking with the people at the same table, although the speed was not fast, they never stopped.

No, there are too many people with great talent and ingenuity in the world of immortal cultivation. Even if most people don’t see through it at the moment, some people know it well.

So why do they keep drinking with all their might even though they know that Binfu has chosen someone with extremely high strength and special abilities, and even though they know that they have no chance?

The answer is that entering the Bin Mansion is the highest, strongest, greatest and incomparable fortune, but drinking a certain number of cups of spiritual wine also brings other opportunities.

However, for many arrogant and powerful people, failure to enter Bin Mansion would be considered a failure.

Perhaps, there is another point, which, if guessed correctly, will soon come to light.

After a cup of tea, Wang Lu finally flattened the volcano of wine spiritual power and forced it to cool down.

This was the limit of what he could do, as time did not allow him to refine it any further.

Looking up, the drinking contest on the table has reached its final stage.

But in his opinion, it is far from the end.

Sure enough, within three breaths, the faces of the three monks present changed drastically and they stood up in disbelief. Following them came a man and two women in different attire from different tables.

They sat down with extreme indifference and rudeness, not taking anyone seriously, including each other.

One of them was a male cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation period, with a burly back and a dark red face. He smiled and pressed his big hand on the table, causing the wine glass to fall from his hand. At the same time, he glanced at Wang Lu.

"court death."

Wang Lu pointed his index finger expressionlessly, took the wine glass in his palm, and drank it in one gulp.

Come again.

After the second cup, he drank the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth cups... Wang Lu didn't blush, his ears didn't turn red, and his heart didn't beat fast. Under the shocked gazes and expressions of the other eight people, he drank 82 cups in a row with a dazzling and unstoppable ferocity.

The "skill" is amazing and jaw-dropping.

The man was full of enthusiasm for the first twenty cups, but he lost his rhythm after the 40th cup, and he struggled through the 50th cup. By the 70th cup, sweat was pouring down his dark red face, and by the 80th cup, he felt like a machine frozen in ice, and he raised the cup, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, to his lips and licked it bit by bit with difficulty. The 82nd cup was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he could no longer hold on and surrendered. He sighed heavily and unwillingly, clasped his fists towards him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this point, he not only lost the qualification to enter Bin Mansion, but also all other opportunities were completely closed to him.

This is the third point that he had previously left unsaid and which is about to come to light.

He is a man of steel, who is willing to take all the consequences if he dares to do something.

But what can we do about it? People who lack self-awareness and cannot recognize their own position deserve this.

You are so arrogant and conceited that it is only a matter of time before you suffer disastrous defeat. It is a good fortune for you that you were defeated by me this time.

Wang Lu would never show any mercy to anyone who challenged him.

At the same time, he kept reminding himself not to make the same stupid mistakes as the other party.

Ambition is essential, but it can only be hidden deep in your heart, silently accumulating strength, just for the day when you break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly.

Wang Lu's amazing speed immediately shocked the other eight people. Two of them had a flash of violence in their eyes, but they had to hide it.

Everyone is an unruly person, and the competition of spirit wine cannot convince them at all. If they want to subdue the other party, they can only show their true colors with their own hands.

Not only did they think so, but Wang Lu was no exception.

I don't know who invented this drinking competition, it's really unusual.

As Wang Lu showed off his skills a little, the people at the table immediately calmed down a lot.

However, as more and more powerful people no longer hid themselves, the atmosphere quickly became warm and solemn again.

If you don't want to be kicked down, you have to keep drinking until the challenger's eyes are blurry, he foams at the mouth and his whole body is limp. Only then can you be truly infallible.

Due to Wang Lu’s previous feat of drinking 82 cups in a row, no one dared to provoke him for the time being.