While speaking, An Qier made a move, and the puppet man rushed towards Zhou Bashan like lightning, and the air became ten feet in size. Even though Zhou Bashan quickly dodged, he could not escape the range for a while, so the puppet man sat down underground.

He Jie finally caught the opportunity, squinted Angel sneer and laughed: "When attacking teammates is so strong, why didn't you see your puppet become so big when fighting against the enemy? She shouted that everyone would create opportunities for you, but she moved in ten seconds and output in one second. It's really a shameful person!"

Zhou Bashan overturned the puppet and roared out of the cave.

As soon as he shook off his body, he heard He Jie's last words.

I thought the other party was talking about himself, and he ran over with two steps with red neck, and suddenly and fiercely swung the other party away, "You scheming bitch, I asked you to bless me with some strength. I have shouted so many times, without any movement. Are you embarrassed to say that my output is not strong enough?!"

He Jie, who had collapsed half of the cliff, had just crawled out of the pile of rocks with disheveled hair. When she saw An Qier flying backwards by Zhou Bashan's whip leg. She was about to hit her face, she quickly raised one arm and showed a pattern of magic circles in front of her palm.

Angel, who had originally bumped into her, disappeared out of thin air and appeared out of thin air after touching the pattern of the magic circle, but by chance, she smashed Cervantes who was watching the show on the side.

Angel, who was so depressed, stood up, turned around and kicked Cervantes, "Why are you hiding? Why don't you catch me?! I don't have the opportunity to output, it's because you can't resist the enemy's attack. You are so resistant to the attack, you are just a flesh shield, you always hide, you are even more timid than that old woman, why are you hiding?!"

Cervantes didn't dodge just now. No matter how good he was, he was beaten up by Angel and became angry: "You little brat is so miserable! You can try carrying it in front of you. You can't handle it for a long time. I'm not a big fight, how can I bear it all the time?"

"You old man, how dare you say I can't handle the opponent? I'm so desperate, don't you see it?" Zhou Bashan followed him, pulled An Qier aside, and punched Cervantes.

The four of them hit me and I hit you, and soon they couldn't tell each other. At first, everyone was just talking about the truth, but later they just spoke swear words, and they didn't target anyone when they attacked. They would hit anyone who could. Anyway, everyone was not satisfied with each other.

Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, Li Ye had no intention of stopping and persuading him. He sat on a big rock with his arms in his arms and watched coldly. Although everyone was fighting fiercely and taking action was definitely not light, no one...

A group of people hit him, but I don’t know who it was, but he punched Li Ye’s nose and the blood immediately burst out. He was furious and stood up and before he could shout, his face was full of fists and feet, which was flooded with him in an instant.

"I've long disliked you!"

"That's right, you always punish us with a lofty look. Why don't you punish yourself?"

"We have all been beaten like this, and we don't order a retreat, and we have to be wiped out?"

"I...I advise you to be kind!"

Li Ye: "..."

He had no time to speak, and these people didn't know what medicine they had taken wrong, but now they all attacked themselves, knocking one after another, and they were in a hurry to deal with it for a while, especially the huge doll, which blocked a lot of his sight.

On the outside, the monks looked at each other as they watched the earth and rocks flying, smoke and dust rolling, figures and chaotic high ground, looking at each other and wondering how to deal with it.

"Would we go and help

Busy?" The Bull Demon King touched his chin and pondered, "Why do I look at it? It seems that Li Ye is being beaten up by a group?"

"Don't make trouble, let them beat their own." Feihong acted calmly.

Yang Jian said tentatively: "Why do we go and persuade me to fight?"

Shangguan Qingcheng shook his head: "Once we pass, other teams in the Saint Realm will follow us. At that time, it will not be a melee between His Majesty and others, but all monks will fight, the scene will be out of control and the situation will be out of control."

This is reasonable, and everyone nodded deeply.

"Let's just watch this?" Lu Linxuan was a little worried.

"There are not many opportunities to watch the battle in the Saint Realm." Nangong Yi laughed out loud, "Let's just watch and learn."

......

One hour later, five saints with bruised noses and swollen faces sat in front of the bar in a tavern in the suburbs of the city. They all had dark faces, were full of evil spirits, and looked like their anger had not completely dissipated, which made the bartender's movements very stiff when he was mixing. He couldn't figure out what the strange combination in front of him was going to make a fuss.

Everyone is a celebrity now, so when they come here, they change their appearance. There is no need to worry about being discovered and causing any sensational news.

"Stop adjusting, just give me two bottles of old white kids!" Zhou Bashan slapped the table and said loudly.

The bartender swallowed, and wanted to say that we were a Viking-style tavern, without Lao Baigan. However, Zhou Bashan's burly body as strong as an iron tower, his bulging biceps as a hill, and his fierce temperament made him dare not say this.

"Garden bun, this is a Viking tavern, where is the old white gang?" He Jie relieved the bartender, "Take out the strongest wine here, and get as much as you can!" Then he pointed to Li Ye, "He pays the bill."

Li Ye glanced at An Qier and added: "Some beer is also available."

In the bartender's unclear gaze, everyone held a lot of wine and found a quiet place in the corner to sit. It was not until they started drinking that the drinkers near the bar quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The oppression caused by Li Ye and others was too great, and the wine bottles piled up on the tables were really too eye-catching.

"What are you?"

Seeing Li Ye take out a small bottle and add a transparent liquid to his wine glass, An Qier, who was sitting next to him, came over with a curious look on her face.

"Of course it's a good thing, and it's quite powerful." Li Ye said that this is a special elixir that can make ordinary wine turn into a special elixir that can make monks in the Saint Realm drunk. As a wine insect, he naturally would not dispose of such things.

"You're so powerful? I like it! Come and give me a little too!" Zhou Bashan, who was sitting opposite, immediately stood up and stretched out the huge wine glass from the wine bottle mountain, with green light in his eyes.

"One person, one bottle."

Li Ye was prepared for a long time, and four small bottles were thrown out continuously, "Just add a drop of wine, otherwise it will pour very quickly." Come and drink is part of the team building work, especially after everyone has fought, come and have a drink and get drunk, which is better than anything else.

"Small family spirit!" Zhou Bashan disagreed. In order to show his superior alcohol tolerance and tyranny, he poured half of the elixir in the small bottle into the wine glass, held it high and said loudly: "Damn it!"

Everyone, including Angel, had a glass of wine together, and no one was making a fuss. Most of the resentment accumulated in the past had been vented in the melee just now. Although everyone is a little miserable now, their relationship tends to be closer.

Without any accident, Zhou Bashan was the first home to drill into the bottom of the table.

In Li Ye's opinion, this guy has a good alcohol tolerance. After all, he poured out all the medicine in the small bottle after three consecutive glasses of wine. He didn't dare to do such a thing.

When the others saw Zhou Bashan's ugly appearance, they naturally became much more cautious. Angel took advantage of the opportunity to push Zhou Bashan into the corner and move her position, and kicked the other party hard a few times without any trace. In the battle just now, she was beaten up by Zhou Bashan, and the puppet's legs were all broken.

"I have never drunk such a strong wine. I didn't expect that I could still encounter such a strong wine when I reached the saint's realm. It's a great blessing in life! In this life, if there is no good wine that can intoxicate people, how can I relieve my worries?"

Cervantes' speed was only slightly slower than Zhou Bashan, and his face was full of flushing. He rarely showed some emotional emotions. "Come on, everyone, you must be happy with your life's success, and you must be happy with your frustration. Let us drink all this cup and eliminate your grudges with a smile!"

A decadent literary popularity emerged from him for no reason. Li Ye and others looked at each other and felt that Cervantes looked like a poet at this moment, but was still a down-and-out poet who had been wasting most of his life. So they raised their glasses together: "Do it!"

After a few rounds, Cervantes became the second drunk. Instead of getting down to the table, he lay down on the table and fell asleep. The white hair was scattered, and each one seemed to tell the misfortune and hardship of his master's life.

Li Ye and others didn't have the energy to pay more attention to these things. Now the three of them stared at each other, waiting for others to fall down first. However, the amount of spiritual medicine left in their small bottle was about the same, and about half of it was still there, so it was not that easy to fall down.

"Old woman, why don't you add magic medicine? If you don't add medicine, what's the difference between this wine and water? Are you afraid?" An Qier grinned at He Jie, as if the other party didn't fall, she would never fall first.

He Jie's eyes were like fog, and she smiled charmingly, "Little kid, don't think I don't know what the hell are you trying to do. Look at your kicks Zhou Bashan, but it's not too light. Do you want to wait for me to fall first and attack me? At a young age, it's not good to revenge, so be generous."

The two of them touched a glass hard. After drinking, Angel slapped the wine glass on the table and hummed, "Children don't need big belly, children are petty! Don't always talk about me, you old woman, don't think I don't know, you just don't trust us, afraid that you will really get drunk and something unexpected will happen."

"Women should know how to protect themselves, little damn, this is my aunt's advice to you." He Jie said with a smile.

"Don't preach to me, it's abominable to rely on your seniority to be a man of old age. You may not know more than me!" Angel raised her glass of wine, "Come on, whoever falls first will be a weak chicken!"

"Drink it!"

"belch......"

“…”

"Next time when you act, look at me more, give me some agility, and pay attention to help me heal my injuries. If I am killed, you will die miserably! Men are unreliable."

"I told you a long time ago that we women should support each other, why bother to make things difficult for each other?"

"I don't want to form a small team with you. I'm thinking about the overall situation!"

"Okay, okay, you are a little guy, okay?"

"Then do you take care of me?"

"Be polite to me, don't be big or small, I might consider it."

"Hmph...this seems fair."

"Don't worry, my sister won't let you suffer."

"Hey, didn't you call yourself an aunt just now?"

"Then call me Auntie."
Chapter completed!