Qin Feng had been staying relatively close to the main hall and could clearly hear the sounds of drinking and fist-fighting inside.
Drink, the more you drink, the better, I will drink you to death.
Other cultivators went to the camp prepared for the last Ten Thousand Immortals Conference in unison. Many people were cursing and setting up tents.
Now it's okay, I'm really being used like a cow and a horse. If I had known what would happen, I wouldn't even dare to kill him to make a fool of myself.
But then I thought about it, if I really hadn't come here, I would have probably been wiped out. It's better to be a cow and a horse than to die.
A guy saw Qin Feng wandering around the main hall and said with disdain: "Who knows the origin of that big bearded man who is very good at flattering? He has not given up until now. Is he delusional that people will invite him in?" Let’s drink together?”
"Then he made the wrong calculation." Another person said: "There are no good people in the Xiaoyao sect. It's weird to invite him in. Look, he is asking for trouble."
"Yes, a worthless guy."
Mr. Qin ignored these questioning voices. A lot of time had passed since the banquet. He believed that the effect of the medicine would take effect soon.
In the main hall, the excited Master Feng drank every drop of the two jars of good wine, but he still felt it was not enough, so he asked someone to bring him a jar of ordinary wine.
Someone had already filled his wine glass, so he picked it up and drank a glass, cursing: "What the taste, it tastes like horse urine."
The two guys who had just presented the wine stood up unsteadily and said: "Ancestor, you are used to drinking good wine and are not used to drinking ordinary wine. We have been drinking it for so long and think the taste is okay."
"Yes, ancestor, please settle for now, and we brothers will find better wine for you tomorrow."
"There are better wines in the world of cultivation." The old immortal's eyes lit up.
"Yes, there is something called Zuixianjiu, which is extremely delicious. However, the person who knew how to brew it is dead, but we will definitely help you find it, so don't worry."
The old man nodded and said: "That's it, you must get it back. This alliance leader will definitely give you a heavy reward, but if you can't get it back, you just have to wait to be punished."
Plop...
One of the guys fell to the ground, and his companion said with a look of disdain: "Look, I scared you. We brought back the Drunk Immortal Wine. It was a reward, not a punishment. You are so scared."
Master Fengfeng also laughed: "Haha, what a coward, our Xiaoyao sect actually has such a coward..."
"Yeah, this guy is usually very brave, but today he is like this. It's very strange... Plop..." Before the man could finish his words, he also fell to the ground.
"You must have drunk too much." Master Fengfeng himself felt a little dizzy. Everyone had drank a lot, and several people had already passed out drunk.
At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Wake up."
The old man said unhappily: "What are you calling? It's a great day, but you just drank too much. Help me to rest, and don't scream."
The disciple said with a sad face: "Ancestor, my senior brother is out of breath, he... he seems to be dead..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? After a few sips of wine, you won't know where you are going from east to west, right?" The old immortal stood up angrily and shouted: "How can you die? It's just drinking."
Immediately, someone shouted again: "Ancestor, something is wrong with my junior brother, and he seems to have lost his temper."
"What." The old immortal's eyes widened. How could two people be in the same situation at the same time? This is unscientific.
Before he could say anything, everyone began to examine the fallen person, and came to the conclusion that...it seemed like he was really out of breath.
Plop...Plop...
One after another, people fell down, and now only less than half of the dozens of people were able to stand.
"What's going on?" He jumped down from the throne and reached out to explore the neck of a disciple. Sure enough, there was no pulse. He quickly put his hand on the other person's Dantian, and the cyclone also showed no signs of spiritual power fluctuations.
poisoning.
This was the first thought that came to his mind. Cultivators are not afraid of ordinary poisons, but it does not mean that they are immune to all poisons. Some special poisons can still kill people.
Plop...
More people fell down, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. He must have been poisoned.
He grabbed a disciple who was not yet poisoned, and slapped him on the Heavenly Spirit Cover. The disciple's originally pale face immediately turned into a dark blue color.
"Everyone, spit out what's in your stomach, right now," he shouted hysterically.
Although a group of people were frightened, they still obeyed the instructions very obediently. Unfortunately, the poison they were poisoned was not only violent, but also had a slow onset. It was too late to think of emptying their stomachs now. The poison had already flowed into the blood. All over the body.
Outside the main hall, Mr. Qin listened carefully and whispered to himself in a frightened voice: "Nima, it's really a very overbearing poison. It poisoned everyone to death in the blink of an eye. Every injustice has its own debtor, and this is what Qingya gave me." Mine, if you want revenge, just go find her, she has nothing to do with me."
This statement smacks of self-deception.
Master Fengfeng was furious, watching the disciples fall down one by one, but there was nothing he could do.
Before he died, a disciple held the wine jar and said: "Ancestor, the poison must be in the wine..."
The old man's first reaction was not to save anyone, but to slap himself on the belly, open his mouth and spit out everything in his stomach.
He was also afraid. Since he could poison all the disciples to death, he would certainly not be able to escape. But he still held on to hope. After all, he had been drinking the wine offered by the juniors. He only took a sip of ordinary wine, and he still had it. If the stomach pouch is cleaned in time, there should be no problem.
The sounds of corpses falling to the ground were heard one after another, and the poison was very powerful. Once the attack occurred, there was no possibility of rescue. Although there were many high-level cultivators among them, and the way of death was not to destroy both body and soul, it was also difficult for gods to save them.
Master Dingfeng's face was full of anger. He did not expect that the celebration banquet would turn out like this.
"Who is it? Stand up for me." He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Don't hide your head and show your tail. You are not a good man if you poison yourself. If you have the guts, fight me face to face."
In the camp, people from various sects were all stunned, wondering what had happened.
boom……
A big hole was opened in the roof of the main hall. Master Feng flew high into the sky and pointed at the bewildered guys: "It must be one of you. I will give him a chance to admit it and stand up and die immediately."
Everyone saw him with red eyes and gritted teeth, as if he was very angry, but no one knew what happened.
Otherwise, it was dark under the lamp. The old man's attention was all on those people, and he didn't even notice the young master Qin directly below.