The old drunk man finished speaking with a smile, and then slapped his butt on the ground.
Seeing that the old man had no such a master's demeanor and sat cross-legged on the ground like a naughty boy, Tang Feng also imitated the old Zuiweng and sat down cross-legged on the other side of the bonfire.
The old Zuiweng placed the blood-colored round-bottom wine glass in front of Tang Feng and said, "Do you know what material is this Blood Luo Cup made of?"
Tang Feng shook his head.
The old Zuiweng said, "Then I'll tell you after you use it."
Tang Feng couldn't help but shrugged. Although the old man was much stronger than him, Tang Feng did not feel any pressure. On the contrary, when he got along with this old man, he felt a particularly relaxed feeling.
The old drunkard put the wine jar next to him and reached out to untie the cover on the wine jar.
Tang Feng said: "I'll pour you a bar."
The old drunkard stretched out his hand, stopped Tang Feng's movements, and said, "That's not possible. If you spoil it, I will feel distressed."
As he said that, the old Zuiweng shone his right palm on the wine jar, and then a blue spiritual power rotated up. Tang Feng noticed that the old man's spiritual power was very sacred, as if he had a layer of holy light faintly.
The old man waved his hand gently, and a ripped wine in the jar floated up by himself, as if he was sucked up by the old man's palm.
The old man waved his hand and the wine fell into the blood sugar cup in front of Tang Feng, and it was a drop that had not yet sprinkled.
Tang Feng couldn't help but be surprised. He looked at the old Zuiweng's movements carefully.
The old drunkard put his hand on the wine jar again, and the green spiritual power in his palm quickly rotated to form a vortex, and then the wine in the wine jar was sucked up. The old man waved his hand again, and the wine fell into his own night jade wine glass.
Tang Feng couldn't help but be amazed. This kind of spiritual power control accuracy is really perfect.
The old man raised his glass and narrowed his eyes at Tang Feng and smiled: "My destined friend, thank you for your fine wine. Now, let's taste its fragrance with me."
Tang Feng nodded and couldn't help but look at the bright red blood sugar cup in front of him with lingering fear. After the Qingluan wine entered the blood sugar cup, it turned out to be like blood.
Tang Feng picked up the cup, then raised his head and drank it all in one go.
The old drunkard shouted: "You are such a donkey drink!"
Tang Feng could not refute it at this time, because the Qingluan wine immediately became like burning when it entered his throat. Moreover, the taste was not a simple burning and painful feeling, but a needle prick in the burning feeling, and it seemed that someone was sprinkling salt on the wound.
The wine entered the stomach, and a stream of air rushed straight into Tang Feng's forehead. Then two blood from the nose flowed down from Tang Feng's nostrils and fell to the ground tickingly.
But the old drunkard opposite him never noticed it. He just tasted the glass of green phoenix wine, his expression was filled with joy and sadness, and the old face showed three-point desire for innocence...
So the old and the young, one of them had a long bleeding from his nose by the bonfire, while the other was immersed in endless melancholy and joy.
Tang Feng closed his eyes cross-legged, his hands facing the sky, bundles of spiritual energy surged from Tang Feng's pores as if they were crazy. At the same time, the mouth of green phoenix wine in his body was like the fire of life, rushing through Tang Feng's whole body, burning every cell and transforming every inch of his body.
Only then did Tang Feng know why the old man insisted on letting himself use the Blood Luo Cup. After the Qingluan wine was filled with the Blood Luo Cup, it was no longer just a glass of fine wine. It contained endless energy, which could directly enter the bloodline of the human body.
An hour later, Tang Feng's nose bleeding finally stopped, and the crazy energy no longer surged.
Tang Feng opened his eyes and saw the old drunkard secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing Tang Feng open his eyes, the old drunkard immediately put down his hand, sat upright, and said to himself: "The wind and sand here are so strong that he is actually blinded by his eyes."
Tang Feng smiled in his heart, but pretended not to notice it on his face, and said, "Thank you for this glass of medicinal wine for the old master."
The old drunkard smiled proudly and said, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, please see how much your strength has improved?"
Tang Feng raised his right hand and looked at the spirit bead on his hand. The spirit bead was still red, but the spiritual power line had reached the top of the index finger, and there was a faint sign of breakthrough. He had just entered the stage of the Red Spirit Master before, which means that at this hour, Tang Feng actually increased the level of two stars.
Tang Feng couldn't help but waved his fist and said, "Two star ratings, as long as I improve a little more, I will be a three-star red spirit master! Haha."
"What!" Old Zuiweng was shocked when he heard this, then looked at Tang Feng carefully three times, and finally cursed: "Only two stars? You trash, even the most ordinary spiritual pearl master, after eating this Blood Luo wine, you have to upgrade to a full level. Oh my God, your cultivation speed is really slow enough!"
Tang Feng scratched his head and said, "I am born with my meridians that are thinner and weaker than normal people, and there is nothing I can do about it."
The old man waved his hand, then sucked out a scoop of wine with his palm, filling it with Tang Feng, and said, "Forget it, this Blood Luo Cup can only be used three times. I have used it once, so I'll just give it to you all the remaining two times."
Tang Feng didn't refuse either. He picked up the wine glass. Sure enough, the color of the Blood Luo Cup was much lighter. It seemed that the energy on the cup was limited.
Tang Feng asked: "Senior, what is the Blood Luo Cup made of? How could it have such an effect?"
The old Zuiweng tasted another sip of Qingluan wine and said, "It is made of the Blood Luo Life Tree. This kind of tree only lives in Central China... Oh, it only lives on a distant island. It only blooms and bears fruit once in a hundred years, and its life is only a short day. For the other ninety-nine years, it is in a state of withering, quietly accumulating energy to prepare strength for the prosperity once in a hundred years."
Tang Feng was silent and said softly: "No wonder this life power is so powerful. It turns out that this dynasty has flourished for a hundred years."
The old drunk man sighed, stood up, and said, "It's like love, accompanied by short-term happiness, and long-lasting sadness!"
Tang Feng couldn't help but speechless. In just one hour, an old man in his 200-year-old who had never been in love could actually say such a philosophical word of love. This Qingluan wine was indeed a bit magical.
However, Tang Feng didn't care how magical the wine was. He raised his head and drank the second cup of Blood Luo wine into his stomach.
So Tang Feng once again tasted the taste of burning needle-punching salt. Soon, after the pain, his strength rose.
Tang Feng opened his eyes and looked at the spiritual power line in his hand. It was already at the middle level of the middle finger. Although the improvement was not as terrifying as the first time, it was already very satisfied with Tang Feng. In other words, if Tang Feng met Lin Shaofeng again, he could win easily without having to use the method of exchanging life for life.
A scent of fragrance reached Tang Feng's nose. Tang Feng looked at it and found that the old drunkard had grabbed two flat fish with pointed mouths from the stream. There were only a large golden scale on the fish's body.
Tang Feng stood up, stretched, then walked to the bonfire and said, "The fish is really delicious."
The old Zuiweng handed Tang Feng two orange finger-sized things and said, "This thing may be very useful to you."
Tang Feng looked carefully and felt dizzy. It turned out to be two second-level spirit cores. It turned out that the sharp-mouthed flat fish was actually a second-level monster. However, with just a short time of closing his eyes, the old man caught two second-level monsters, and it also started to fire and was almost roasted. This action was a little too fast.
The old Zuiweng frowned and said, "Although the fish is very fragrant, there is always a fishy smell of soil. Oh, it's really a big flaw."
When Tang Feng heard this, his heart moved and said, "Senior, this is too easy."