The two whom Weir saw.

One of them was seen two days ago, Pluto Silbaz Reilly, after Rayley saw Vile, waved to Vile.

And Weir also greeted Rayley. The relationship between the two was quite friendly and there was no direct conflict.

And the other person, what made Viele notice him at first glance was his pair of golden and sharp eyes like an eagle, and the long black knife behind him.

Of course, Vir knows this person, the current world's number one swordsman, Jorakel Mihawk.

Although all the swordsmen want to challenge him, to be honest, Weir is not very eager to challenge him. It is better to be able to fight, just forget it if you don’t have the chance to fight.

In Vir's concept, the romance of the swordsman is to kill the dragon, kill the dragon.

The world's number one swordsman who challenged a ghost? And what if he became the world's number one swordsman? Every day, countless swordsmen want to challenge you and die, which is annoying to think about it.

At this time, Hawkeye also noticed Weir, and it wouldn't be possible not to pay attention. Weir's aura with "Yi Blood" was really too conspicuous. In the perception of the domineering master of seeing and hearing, the breath of this combination was blood-red.

But Hawkeye has his own pride and will not say hello just because Weir is the Seven Warriors Sea. He just took a look and then withdrew his gaze.

Weier was even more looking forward to this wine competition. At this moment, a loud sound rang out in the field.

It turned out to be a host, and he was talking with a circular microphone at this time.

"Gentlemen, ladies, today we are here again in the annual Wine Festival in the Shambodia Islands. Everyone says, what is the best program for the Wine Festival?"

The host made an audition action.

“Wine and Blessing Competition.”

The people watching around burst into huge responses, and for a moment, the festive atmosphere became even stronger.

"That's right, it's the winery competition. Since that's the case, I won't waste everyone's time. We will invite the previous champion, Dunk, to appear."

Following the host's voice, a tall and strong man with big belly walked out of the contestants with Weir.

"So Dunk, are you still confident of winning this championship? This time, there are several very strong players."

Dunker smiled heartily and said in a muffled voice;

"Haha, just give me a drink, it doesn't matter whether I win or not."

"I am worthy of being the champion of our winery competition for five consecutive times. I am so calm and I don't waste everyone's time.

I announce that the wine competition will start now.”

As the host finished speaking, all the contestants stood at a long table, with three large glasses of wine in front of them.

The referee had told Ville's rules before.

The wine competition is divided into three stages. The first stage is auditions. One minute is a limited time, and you can drink all the three glasses of wine in front of you, even if you pass the test.

The second part is the knockout round, which also competes with alcohol until the end of the day, with four people left.

As for the third part, it was the competition between these four people. One of the four people was selected, and there was no runner-up or third place, because Barbaroque only had one barrel.

With the referee's order, Weir picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and started drinking, but he immediately felt that the wine was so strong. No wonder the audition only required three glasses, but there was no problem with his alcohol tolerance.

But after just a few sips, Weir's after-light swept to the strong man with a big belly named Dunke. At this time, he actually picked up three cups at the same time, then brought them to him, opened his mouth and whispered in two sips to solve the three glasses of wine, and then burped with satisfaction.

After seeing this scene, Weir almost squirted out the wine from his mouth. That's all? This is too strong.

Weir felt a little weak, and the gap between us and us was a bit big.

But now is not the time to consider this issue, so I should just pass the auditions.

Thirty seconds later, Vill drank three glasses of wine in front of him.

The first round ended soon, and thirty of the ninety-five players were successfully shortlisted, including Rayley and Hawkeye.

Weir was not surprised by this result. Both of them were very strong. The strength of their strength also represented the strength of their bodies, and also included the alcohol tolerance, but the increase was not too obvious.

Drinking amount still requires exercise.

In the second round, it also adhered to the simplicity and rudeness of the wine competition.

The atmosphere on the court was already quite enthusiastic, and with the host's announcement, the second round began immediately.

The rules of the second round are slightly different from the first round, but the difference is not big. No one has a limited time of 20 seconds. One drink must be finished within 20 seconds until the four people are eliminated in the end.

After hearing this rule, Vill was quite speechless. He just drank three glasses of strong wine and felt that he might not be able to survive the finals.

But seeing that some of the other contestants even started to retching and their bodies were thrusting, Vir immediately felt confident. It seemed that after such a long time of exercise, his alcohol tolerance was still OK.

With the host's voice, everyone picked up the wine glass in front of them and began to drink the wine in the glass.

The first cup.

The second cup.

The third cup.

The fourth cup.

After drinking the four cups, Weir felt a little out of his way. Then he looked around and found that he was actually popular because only four people could stand upright now.

They are themselves who are almost at their limit.

Pluto Rayley was constantly burping and looking like he was always vomiting.

Holding the table with one hand, Hawkeye Mihawk, who had already started to shake his upper body a little, and he was slightly shaking his head.

The last one was Dunk with a silly smile on his face. This strong man with a big belly had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine in front of him.

Weir swears that this is definitely one of the strongest wines he has ever drunk, and it is probably the one used by unscrupulous organizers to save costs.

He felt that his alcohol content was OK, but now, he was likely to miss the barrel of Barbaroque.

"Then, at the end of the second round, the four players will compete in the final competition.

It seems that all our four players are in good shape. Everyone should know two of the big names.

But there is a saying that Dajianhao is also a Dajiufu. I wonder if the two of them can win the championship today? Let's wait and see."

After hearing the host's words, Weir wanted to go on stage to kill him because he had reached his limit.

And the Hawkeye over there was still shaking her upper body lightly, and Weir felt that this guy had definitely drunk too much.

With the announcement of the host, the third round of the match began with the face of Weir's Tamsui.

In the third round, the competition is speed.

There are 10 glasses of wine in front of each person. Whoever finishes these 10 glasses of wine as fast as possible will be the champion.

As the competition began, Dunker took a glass of wine and began to drink it violently.
Chapter completed!