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Xiao Lingyu only remembered that this wine tasted a lot, but he forgot that Qing Xuan had said that it was also very strong.

Xiao Lingyu was completely curious at first, so he drank bowl after bowl, and then he was a little unconvinced, but in the end, his consciousness was a little confused, and he only knew that he was pouring bowl by bowl, and he didn't taste it at all.

When the last bowl was drunk, Xiao Lingyu's body was already shaking, and he said to Qing Xuan with drunken eyes: "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Lingyu, who was dizzy, his consciousness was a little wandering, and asked, "Why?"

Xiao Lingyu shook his arm and said, "It's so stingy!"

Xiao Lingyu snorted and said, "Otherwise, how about an ironclad puppet exchange a bottle of wine for you?"

Xiao Lingyu's face was red, and he seemed to hesitate for a while, and said: "Fifty ironclad puppets are exchanged for one bottle, and they will be replaced if they are exchanged, and they will be pulled down if they are not replaced!"

Xiao Lingyu groaned for a while, and he still looked like his neck was unable to support his head, and finally slapped the table and said, "Okay!"

This wine was indeed brewed by her own hands, so she knew very well that even though Xiao Lingyu was not like an ordinary monk, she would get drunk after drinking two jars, so she started her plan in time.

Xiao Lingyu picked up one of the jars, and then made a gesture to drink the altar cow, Qing Xuan wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, she gave up, she knew that if Xiao Lingyu drank another jar, at most it would be drunk for a while.

Qing Xuan said: "There are fourteen jars of wine here, it is said that it should be exchanged for 1,400 iron-armored puppets, since we are for the same door, but I am your senior sister, then it is cheaper, and you can only receive 1,000 iron-armored puppets." ”

Qing Xuanliu's eyebrows immediately furrowed, and asked, "Why didn't you change it?"

Qing Xuan said angrily: "We made up our minds just now, how can the junior brother regret it?"

Qing Xuan's body trembled, his eyes flashed, and he said, "You're not drunk?"

If he drank another jar, Xiao Lingyu would definitely get drunk, but he was such a careful person, and he didn't fully trust Qing Xuan, how could he get drunk in front of Qing Xuan because of curiosity?

"Just allow the senior sister to fool the younger brother, can't the younger brother fool the younger sister? Yes, that's fooling, not teasing, don't misunderstand. Xiao Lingyu still looked very calm, but his tone was a little weird.

Like Qing Xuan, a proud woman who has always been high up, and the world will inevitably have admiration when she sees her, when has she ever been teased like this, and then thinking of everything on the Divine Tomb Continent before, she actually tasted the feeling of grievance unprecedentedly.

Xiao Lingyu really didn't expect Qing Xuan to react so aggressively, because he didn't realize that he had dealt a heavy blow to Qing Xuan's pride and self-confidence, plus Qing Xuan's speed was much faster than him, so he was inevitably knocked down by Qing Xuan.

Although Qing Xuan's physical quality is far inferior to Xiao Lingyu, after all, he is a strong man in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor, and his strength will naturally not be small, but the monk is not a secular person, even if his neck is broken, he will not choke his breath and die.

Xiao Lingyu first had this idea, and then felt angry, this woman just failed to succeed with a trick, and she didn't use her calculations to calculate her, why did she ride on Lao Tzu and fight Lao Tzu?

Today's Xiao Lingyu is in terms of strength, unless those super divine beasts of the demon clan in the Immortal Monarch stage or the high-ranking divine beasts with great innate strength, otherwise under the Immortal Venerable, it is difficult to find an existence with greater strength than him in the Three Realms, and this Qingxuan naturally can't compare.

It's just that Qing Xuan's clothes are already messy at this time, she doesn't wear much, and her underwear only has a red belly pocket, which makes most of her pair of full breasts exposed to Xiao Lingyu's eyes.

In addition, Xiao Lingyu drank a lot of wine, and the strength of the wine gradually rose, and he felt a little difficult to control himself.

If the two of them were still alone, Xiao Lingyu estimated that Qing Xuan's anger would definitely be difficult to eliminate, so he would slip away.

"Damn!"

Xiao Lingyu wandered around the street at will, and it didn't take long for him to see that many monks in the city were gathering in one place, he didn't want to join in the fun, but when he heard that there was a great master refining magic weapons on the spot, he followed.

Xiao Lingyu squeezed into the crowd and gradually approached the high platform, but the closer he got to the past, the more he felt that the chaotic true fire in his body was a little unstable.

"No wonder you can refine artifacts, you can even have divine fire, and you can drive them at will. Xiao Lingyu didn't get close to the high platform again, but squinted his eyes and looked over.

After waiting for less than a hundred breaths, the old man suddenly let out a low shout, and a fairy sword had been successfully refined.

And after the old man finished refining this fairy sword, a monk who seemed to have been waiting for a long time slowly walked up to the stage, first bowed and saluted, and then said: "I have heard that the seniors are better at repairing the injured magic weapon, and the younger generations have a superb immortal weapon here that has been injured for many years, please repair it for the juniors, and the juniors are grateful!"

There are many inscriptions and mysterious runes engraved on the surface of the small iron bell, which gives people a very strange feeling, but there is a gap on the edge of the bell, and there are several clearly visible cracks on the body of the bell.

Under normal circumstances, a magic weapon is damaged like this, and it is almost scrapped, and the monks will generally refine the materials inside, either re-refining or refining other magic weapons.

"The juniors are ready. ”

In the jade bottle, there was a small half bottle of black iron sand.