Lin Feng smiled again and said: "Ye Feihong once stayed in the Far West Plateau for a period of time. You don't know, right?"
The sword cultivator was shocked: "Have you seen Ye Feihong? Do you know where he is now?"
Lin Feng shook his head: "Ye Feihong is wandering, so how do I know his whereabouts? The last time I saw him was in Muyun Ghost Valley in the cultivation world of southern Guangdong, and there was no news about him after that."
The sword cultivator showed a hint of disappointment: "Oh, that's it. I want to have a glimpse of his style, but I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking."
Lin Feng exclaimed: "Have you never seen Ye Feihong? Then why is your sword move so similar to his Spirit Piercer?"
The sword cultivator shook his head: "My move is not a spiritual piercing thorn, but a similar shape of piercing the air. Compared with Ye Feihong's divine sword, it is not worth mentioning."
At this time, the waiter in the shop had already brought up the jar of ice liquor. After Lin Feng opened the wine seal on the jar, he smiled and said to the sword cultivator in front of him: "Ye Feihong is addicted to alcohol. You seem to have a problem with alcohol.
It seems that you two will not only be sword immortals, but also wine immortals in the future."
Jian Xiu shook his head and said to Lin Feng: "You don't know how to drink, otherwise it is impossible that you have never heard of Ice Lie Juice."
Lin Feng smiled and said: "It's not too late to know now. I heard that good wine is only interesting if you drink it with the person you like, and ice liquor is the best wine. Since I have to meet you today, I will use this wine to relax my mind."
Drink and savor the aroma of this mellow brew."
The sword cultivator didn't seem to refuse. Lin Feng raised the wine jar and tilted it in front of him. The wine quickly filled the large bowl in front of him. Lin Feng turned the wine jar around again, and the bowl in front of him was also filled. Then he looked at
Without looking, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The sword cultivator did not hesitate. When Lin Feng started to drink heavily, he reached out to the wine bowl. However, the speed of the move was as fast as the shadow of the wind, and the drinking technique was even rarer. He just put the bowl to his mouth, then opened his mouth and took a quick sip.
, all the wine has been swallowed into his belly!
When Lin Feng put down the wine bowl, Jian Xiu had already reached out his hand, grabbed the wine jar in front of Lin Feng, and filled the two wine bowls with Lin Feng's stunned look on his face.
"Good wine! Drink more!" Sword Cultivator seemed to be saying to himself. This time he raised the wine bowl in advance, and Lin Feng had no choice but to raise the bowl to accompany him. This time Jian Xiu's speed was faster, and Lin Feng had not finished drinking.
, and heard the sound of the other party putting down the bowl.
After drinking three consecutive bowls of ice syrup, Lin Feng was already half drunk. At this time, there was still 70% of the wine in the jar. The spiritual power in his body was in a wild boiling state, and the meridians throughout his body became more and more tense, and the dragon was tempered.
When the secret is running, the speed is almost 30% faster than before!
"It is indeed a good wine!" Lin Feng said drunkenly, "However, the wine seems to be too strong. It is not an exaggeration to call it strong wine."
The sword cultivator was also slightly drunk, but it was not because of drinking the ice liquid, but because he had been drunk before. However, for him, the intoxicated state was a feeling he had originally, and it was precisely for this reason.
Only with this feeling can he be as drunk as Ye Feihong.
After drinking the sixth bowl of ice liquor, Lin Feng was finally too drunk and fell down on the table with a thump. The sword cultivator continued to drink by himself, the drunkenness on his face became heavier, but it did not affect his drinking technique at all.
Time passed quietly in peace. After the whole jar of ice liquor was drunk, the sword cultivator finally became drunk and hazy. But at this time, the waiter in the shop had just brought the spiritual fruit and delicacies up, and saw that the jar of spiritual wine was already there.
After being drank dry, he said with a surprised look on his face: "This... this is too fast! It only took less than half a moment to make a whole jar of ice juice?"
The sword cultivator said intermittently: "One more altar."
The waiter in the shop looked stunned, and was about to say that only one jar of Bingliejiang was sold, but the sword cultivator said again: "I don't want Bingliejiang, so I'd better get a jar of Yusuhong, one hundred years old."
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The waiter in the shop smiled happily and ran back to the inner hall. The sword cultivator glanced at Lin Feng who was unconscious, shook his head secretly and whispered: "How can you drink six bowls of ice liquor without a hundred-year-old drinking power?"
Not drunk? The first sale was for three million spirit stones. He is probably a dandy from a certain cultivating family, but he is a little inexperienced in the world. If he shows off his wealth like this in Mituo Shanfang City, I am afraid he will suffer a loss if he has no means."
However, Lin Feng was not drunk, or he was not as drunk as he looked. After drinking the sixth bowl of ice slurry, he suddenly felt extremely hot all over his body, and his spiritual energy had completely boiled, and under the influence of this heat
Hidden, there was still a cold breath traveling throughout the body. This was a normal reaction after drinking the ice juice. However, when Lin Feng tried to use his spiritual power to suppress the alcohol, the situation changed unexpectedly!
The Tempering Dragon Jue circulates throughout the body, and spiritual power flows through each meridians rapidly, and the alcohol power dissolved in the blood circulates with it. However, when the Dragon Tempering Jue attempts to dissolve them, these alcoholic powers are like being encountered by fierce fire.
Gan Chai, a raging arrogance burst out in Lin Feng's meridians!
The meridians all over Lin Feng's body were as dense as a fine network. At that moment, they were filled with huge arrogance. His original spiritual power was also rushing around under the impact of this arrogance, so much so that he almost fainted. In order to cover up the changes in his body, Lin Feng
I had to pretend to be drunk and lie down on the table.
In fact, even if he didn't use his spiritual power to suppress the alcohol, Lin Feng was indeed drunk. However, under the influence of the alcohol, the meridians all over his body were sore and painful. However, after the alcohol washed over him, he felt like he had never felt before.
There is a heavy feeling, and the meridians seem to have been refined. If this continues, it may become stronger!
Just when Lin Feng was using his spiritual power to continuously suppress the power of the wine in order to strengthen his meridians, the waiter in the shop had already brought up a jar of jade crisp red. The sword cultivator sitting opposite him did not open the wine seal, but handed the wine over to him.
I put it in the storage bag, and it seemed that I was going to drink it later.
The sword cultivator seemed to be on his way, but seeing that Lin Feng was still awake, he had to sit down and wait for him. Although he only had the strength of the ninth level of the foundation stage, his aura was enough to make people frightened. The murderous intention of the sword cultivator was clearly revealed in him.
, that kind of coldness cannot be concealed or dispelled by any kind of strong alcohol.
The existence of the sword cultivator made the monks in the winery alert for a long time, especially since Lin Feng and he drank a jar of three million spirit stones of ice liquor. In a small city like Mituo Mountain, such a generous amount
His actions were enough to attract everyone's attention.
Judging from the appearance, it is rare to see monks in the later stage of Foundation Establishment in Fang City. Most of the monks are of very low levels, usually in the Qi Training Stage and Spin-Zhao Stage. Monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage are rare. With the strength of Lin Feng and this sword cultivator,
, seems to be enough to strive for self-protection, but in the world of cultivation there are often crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and a small city may not necessarily have no great monks.
The sword cultivator was sitting there with a forlorn look on his face. The gown he was wearing was spotless. There wasn't even a single pattern on the gown. There was only a small, elegant sword embroidered on the cuffs.
There was no one in the wine shop. Just when everyone was talking and laughing around their tables, three monks walked in from outside. Judging from their attire, they seemed to be just three casual monks, but their realms were different.
It is the later stage of foundation building.
Among the three people, one is an extremely fat fat man with a bald head and fat ears and a fierce face. The robe on his body is half naked and half exposed, and his thick chest hair is entangled into a black curl.
The beard is half a foot long, and the most eye-catching thing is the half-foot-long green snake in his hand, which is constantly sucking in a cloud of gray smoke.
The third person was dressed as a butcher. He was carrying a leather bag with more than a dozen short knives of different lengths inside. His ten fingers were as thick as iron pestles, and a pair of palms were shaped like cattail fans. His face was dark and translucent.
Oily, with unfathomable brute force.
As soon as these three people entered the wine shop, all the monks in the shop fell silent. It was not until they sat down that someone whispered: "It's the three evil camels! Are they coming to collect their monthly salary again?"
"Mituo Shanfang City is sparsely populated, and no monks in the Danjie period want to stay in this poor, remote place, so these gangsters took control of the situation. Mituo's three evils are in charge of the White Tuo Mountain forces, and Mituo's three evils are in charge of the black.
The Tuoshan forces have a simple way of controlling the market. They only need to go to each shop every month to collect a salary of one thousand spirit stones, and then allow these shops to continue operating. Otherwise, the shop owners will have no choice but to pack up and get out."
"The Three Evils and Three Evils of Mituo are all in the late stage of foundation building, and their combat methods are weird and changeable. Very few monks can be their opponents, so for more than ten years, Mituo Mountain City has been under their control.
under."
While everyone was talking in low voices, the waiter in the shop had already greeted them with a smile on his face, stood next to the Mitu Sanji's seat, and asked them in a low voice what kind of wine they wanted to drink.
The Fat Toutuo seemed to be the boss of the Three Fierce Mituos. He shouted at the top of his voice: "I have been in Mituo Mountain for so many years, and I have never drunk the ice liquor you have here. I will prepare a jar for you today."
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The waiter in the shop immediately stopped smiling and said with a look of embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, the stock of Ice Lie Juice is very small, and only one jar is sold to the outside world every month. This is a rule that has been carried out for decades. The three leaders
You should know."
Fat Toutuo frowned: "Well, this is the first day of this month, how come it's sold? Don't we usually not sell one jar in the whole month?"
The waiter in the shop said: "Yes, one jar of Bingliejiang is sold out and one jar is sold out. Occasionally, one jar is sold every month. The shopkeeper is very distressed."
Fat Toutuo snorted coldly: "If you feel distressed, don't sell it. You have earned spiritual stones but you still have to show off. I don't want to listen to your noise here. Go and bring me a jar quickly, otherwise I will destroy your shop!"
When the waiter in the shop was in trouble, an old man walked out of the inner hall. He was holding a purple gold gourd and a pair of golden crow Zen staffs on his shoulders. The whole person was skinny, but his long white hair looked like an immortal, and
The cultivation level has also reached the peak state in the late stage of foundation building, and it is possible to enter the realm of golden elixir at any time.