Neither Yi Ran nor Song Yulong said anything, nor did they comfort Huang Huang. They just followed Huang Huang out of the door.

On the contrary, Cai Tiehan stood up and looked at everyone present fiercely, and then swaggered out with Tang Fengyin.

Huang Huang glanced at Huang Hao, who was drunk under the eaves with his eyes closed and holding a wine jar. He didn't say a word and just left silently.

Following the footsteps of several people, Fourth Master Huang's dissatisfied voice came from the hall: "Grandson Huang, there is a family dinner tonight, don't miss it."

Huang Huang did not respond to Mr. Huang. He just looked up at the sky and said secretly: "Family banquet? Can the Huang family still be considered a family?"

"The elders who join forces to suppress the younger generations, and the elders who refuse to admit their mistakes after failure, can the Huang family really go far?"

At this moment, Huang Huang was in a daze. He was mentally weak after the battle, and he also received mental pressure from the powerful one among the spiritual beings.

At this moment, Huang Huang felt as tired as he had never felt in the past two years.

After walking silently outside the arena gate, Huang Huang finally said, "Go have a drink in my courtyard. This competition is really hard on you."

Song Yulong took a step forward to catch up with Huang Huang, patted the latter's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't be so pessimistic. Things like power will never be as important as your own strength."

"Look at Yiran, you don't know his status in the Luotian Sect. And look at his combat power. He can win at the sixth level of the War Spirit."

"It doesn't matter if the competition rewards you or not, at least you can keep your own industry."

Huang Huang looked at Yiran behind him and felt a lot more comfortable when he saw Yiran nodding trustingly.

Huang Huang's parents were obsessed with alchemy. After hearing that there was a ruins of a king-level alchemist in Beizhou, they had been away for more than a year.

His grandfather Huang Hao not only did not care about things, but also did not restrain any of his disciples.

Although Huang Huang seemed to be the talker, neither the third uncle who picked him up nor the other two uncles were actually peaceful.

They really have no interest in Huang Huang's position, but they are all eating from the bowl and looking at the pot whether they deserve the resources or benefits they deserve.

They don't care about their property being plundered by other groups, they only worry about whether their piece of cake will be passive.

This situation of being surrounded by enemies both inside and outside made Huang Huang almost despair.

Fortunately, Yiran, Song Yulong and the others took action. Although it was not a victory, in this case, no loss was a victory!

Huang Huang, who returned to his courtyard, finally let go of the rock-like strength he had shown outside, and his whole person became depressed.

Several people went back to their houses to clean up. After washing away their fatigue, they all returned to the courtyard with chairs.

There were no servants in the courtyard, but Huang Huang personally fetched bunches of fresh fruits and delicacies one by one and placed them on the table.

Then he took out five jars of old wine from the space ring. Before the wine seal was opened, the strong aroma of wine filled his nose.

Yiran smelled the aroma of the wine, smiled ghostly, and put away all the five jars of wine at lightning speed.

Then he said confidently: "You are all injured and exhausted, so you are not suitable for drinking this kind of good wine. You should drink mine."

After saying that, Yiran took out five wine jars of similar size from the space ring. However, the fragrance of these five jars of wine was far worse than the ones Huang Huang took out.

Huang Huang smiled helplessly and said: "Yi Ran, I know you like drinking, but you have made so much money in the past few days."

"It's not that I won't give it to you. As long as you ask, if you don't say a hundred or eighty altars, I'll give it to you. Thirty or forty altars will always be no problem."

Tang Fengyin's face was full of bitterness, and he complained bitterly: "Yiran, you are so unkind. Look at how many days you have taken away all the good wine."

"As for the ones you brought out, they are spicy and bad. They are not human. They are not human!"

Yiran didn't blush and was out of breath, and said solemnly: "Would you like to drink it? If not, I will put it away."

When Tang Fengyin heard that Yiran was actually trying to put away the wine, his face instantly became more bitter.

Cai Tiehan also said at this time: "Yi Ran, your space ring is not full of bars, and I didn't see you buying wine after coming to Donghuang City. Why can't you finish the wine in your space ring?

Same."

As he spoke, Cai Tiehan directly picked up a jar of wine, slapped off the mud seal, and poured the wine into his mouth.

"Alas! The past is nothing. You know, I used to be a teetotaler. It was all my fault because my mentor was always trying to trick me into drinking."

"Later on, I unconsciously realized that wine is pretty good."

"So every time I go to a place and hear the locals say there is famous wine, I will buy some."

"In addition to satisfying my own cravings, I also want to wait until I return to my hometown so that I can taste these good wines and let him understand how many places I have traveled to over the years that he has never heard of."

When Huang Huang heard this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pick up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal and filled it for himself.

When he heard Yiran's bright eyes when talking about his mentor, he thought of that useless grandfather.

The third master of the Huang family is the most useless. These seven words have been engraved in the hearts of all the monks in Donghuang City.

The more powerful the Huang family becomes, the more useless Mr. Huang becomes.

He was not good at cultivation. Except when he was young, no one had seen him do anything for decades.

He is even less good at refining medicine, because he is just a weak martial artist.

As for management ability, there is no need for it. The entire Huang family has never allowed him to hold any position.

He is such a useless old man, but he has a grandson who is extremely talented, but he is unable to protect his grandson.

The irritability in his heart prevented Huang Huang from noticing the difference in Cai Tiehan.

After just taking a sip of wine, Cai Tiehan's resolute face turned red, not because of drunkenness, but because of the majestic energy in the wine.

If Huang Huang hadn't been distracted elsewhere, he would have asked about the medicinal aroma in the wine when he poured the wine out of the jar.

It wasn't until he took a gentle sip of the drink that the medicinal power brought Huang Huang back to reality.

"Yiran, what's your drink?"

After Huang Huang asked the question, Song Yulong and Tang Fengyin saw Cai Tiehan's red face and his strange unwillingness to put down the wine jar.

"This wine is good!"

Song Yulong and Tang Fengyin immediately grabbed the remaining two jars of wine, opened the mud seal and filled a bowl for themselves, fearing that Yi Ran would take it back or Cai Tiehan would take another jar away unexpectedly.

"Brother Huang should also start refining elixirs. There are many kinds of results from elixir refining, including poison elixirs, waste elixirs, elixir slag, and completed elixirs."

"Not only does the Poison Pill have no medicinal effect at all, but it is a mixture of spiritual materials that is made into a highly poisonous substance that is of no benefit to humans and may even be harmful."

"Although the waste elixir has the shape of an elixir but has no elixir effect, it is just waste."

"But Dan slag is different. Dan slag has a elixir but no Dan -shaped. If it is not directly taken, it will gradually pass, so I will dissolve the dan residue made in the past in the wine."

"In this way, it will not waste medicine, and drinking has become a practice."

Huang Huang's eyes were bright, and he nodded with something.

No matter how many people in Song Yulong, Yi Ran took out good things, and naturally they would not waste it.

I have eaten fruits, and I feel the magic or internal energy of the recovery.

Nympho

Nympho

After several people in Huang Huang left, the door was closed again, but the uncle did not leave in a hurry, but continued to discuss something.

"Huang Huang was the peerless Tianjiao of the Huang family, and it was so helpless. It was the luck of my Huang family. Unfortunately, he was born in the three veins and was the grandson of Huang Hao's waste!" Huang Er Ye said ugly.

Huang Fang turned his head and glanced at Huang Erye, and said indifferently:

"Huang Qiu, pay attention to your words, Huang Huang has always been the person of my Huang family, and the three pulses are also the pulse of my Huang family."

"We are doing it for the better distribution of the Huang family industry, for the future of the Huang family!"

"Brother is right, the three pulses are now without the king, and even the spiritual people have not been able to carry the burden. The more industries they possess, the more Huanghuang worked."

"If you really make him a 10 % more industry in accordance with the rules of the test, it will hurt Huang Huang." Huang Siye said deeply.

Having said that, Huang Fang's spiritual power rushed directly at the door, and the intoxicating Huang Hao was lifted into the hall.

These grand words, but they just say that they can hear with Huang Hao.

If Huang Hao is really a drunken waste, then these words will be lost.

If Huang Hao is just pretending to be drunk, then these words can be considered as a reduction of the gap between each other.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the harmony between the veins of a family is still very important.

Huang Fang's spiritual power rolled over Huang Hao, scattered a wine, and awakened Huang Hao who was intoxicated.

"Why am I here?" It was Huang Hao's first sentence.

"Is the resource re -distribution over? Oh, it's good." This is Huang Hao's second sentence.

Huang Fang looked at each other and confirmed that Huang Hao had just woke up. This said to Huang Hao: "The distribution of the industry has told Huang Huang's grandson, so wait for him to find someone to take over those industries."

Huang Hao didn't seem to sit in front of a few people for a moment, and immediately stood up and said, "Good, good, I don't care about these, I will leave first."

When talking about Huang Hao, he pushed the chair and was ready to leave here.

"Slowly!" With Huang Fang's call, Huang Hao immediately stopped stopping or looking back.

Huang Fang looked at Huang Hao, who was decaying and incompetent everywhere, showing an inexplicable smile on his face: "Three brothers, we are all a family, don't forget that there is a dinner. At that time, we will

Drink a few cups together. "

Huang Hao's voice was a little bit stunned, and said stuttering: "Okay, okay, I will definitely arrive if you drink with wine!"

When Huang Hao went out, he held him again.

"Remember to call Huang Huang and his friends. Our Huang family is one of the five people, and there should be five people's style."

"Although the industrial distribution is a bit unpleasant, this does not affect the friendship between our Huang family and outsiders."

Huang Hao just nodded but did not look back.
Chapter completed!