Lin Feng smiled again: "Ye Feihong once stayed in the Extreme Western Plateau for a period of time, you don't know it, right?"

This sword cultivator's spirit was shocked: "Have you seen Ye Feihong, do you know where he is now?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "Ye Feihong's whereabouts are wandering, how can I know his whereabouts? The last time I saw him, it was in the Twilight Cloud Ghost Valley in the Nanyue Cultivation Realm, and there was no news of him after that. [~]”

Jian Xiu showed a hint of disappointment: "Oh, I see, I want to see his demeanor, I'm afraid it's delusional." ”

Lin Feng sighed: "You haven't seen Ye Feihong, then why is this sword move of yours so similar to his Spirit Piercing Thorn?"

Jian Xiu shook his head: "My move is not a piercing spirit thorn, but a piercing piercing thorn similar to it, compared to Ye Feihong's divine sword, it is not worth mentioning at all." ”

At this time, the shopkeeper had already brought up the jar of ice slurry, and after Lin Feng opened the wine seal on the altar, he smiled and said to the sword cultivator in front of him: "Ye Feihong is addicted to alcohol, you seem to have an indissoluble relationship with wine, it seems that you two will not only be sword immortals in the future, but also wine immortals." ”

Jian Xiu shook his head and said to Lin Feng, "You don't know how to drink alcohol at all, otherwise you can't even have heard of Ice Spirit." ”

Lin Feng said with a smile: "It's not too late to know now, I heard that good wine is only interesting when you drink it with the person you like, and the ice syrup is the best in the wine. ”

Jian Xiu didn't seem to refuse, Lin Feng lifted the wine jar and leaned it in front of him, the wine quickly filled the big bowl in front of him, Lin Feng turned the wine jar around again, and the bowl in front of him was also full, and then he didn't look at it, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

Jian Xiu didn't hesitate, when Lin Feng started to drink, he reached out to the wine bowl, but the speed of the shot was as fast as the wind shadow, and the method of drinking was even rarer, he just put the bowl to his mouth, and then opened his mouth and quickly inhaled, and all the wine was swallowed into his stomach!

When Lin Feng put down the wine bowl, Jian Xiu had already stretched out his hand, grabbed the wine jar in front of Lin Feng, and filled the two wine bowls separately in Lin Feng's stunned expression. (・)

"Good wine! Drink it again!" Jian Xiu seemed to be talking to himself, this time it was he who raised the wine bowl in advance, Lin Feng had to raise the bowl to accompany him, this time Jian Xiu's speed was faster, and when Lin Feng hadn't finished drinking, he heard the sound of the other party putting the bowl down.

After pouring three bowls of ice slurry in a row, Lin Feng was already five points drunk, at this time, there were still as many as seventy percent of the wine left in the altar, the spiritual power in his body was in a wild boiling state, the meridians of his whole body were becoming more and more open, and when the quenching dragon recipe was running, the speed was almost thirty percent faster than before!

"Sure enough, it's a good wine!" Lin Feng said drunkenly, "However, the wine seems to be a little stronger, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a strong wine." ”

Jian Xiu was also a little drunk, but it was not because he drank the ice syrup, but because he had been drunk before, but for him, the intoxication state was a feeling he already had, and it was precisely for this feeling that he would not leave his hand like Ye Feihong.

After drinking the sixth bowl of ice syrup, Lin Feng finally lost his strength and lay on the table with a grunt, while Jian Xiu continued to drink himself, the drunkenness on his face became heavier and heavier, but it did not affect his drinking technique at all.

Time passed quietly in peace, and after a whole jar of ice syrup was drunk, Jian Xiu was finally drunk and hazy, and at this time, the shopkeeper had just brought the spirit fruit and delicacies, and after seeing that the jar of spirit wine had been drunk, he said with a surprised face: "This ...... This is too fast! A whole jar of ice slurry only took less than half a moment?"

Jian Xiu said intermittently, "Another altar." ”

The shopkeeper looked stunned, and was about to say that the ice slurry only sells one jar or something, but Jian Xiu said again: "I don't want the ice slurry, let's have a jar of jade crisp red, a hundred years old." [~]”

The shopkeeper smiled at this time, and ran back to the inner hall with a cigarette, Jian Xiu glanced at Lin Feng, who was unconscious, and secretly shook his head and whispered: "Without more than a hundred years of wine power, how can you not get drunk after drinking six bowls of ice syrup?" ”

However, Lin Feng was not drunk, or not as drunk as it seemed, after drinking the sixth bowl of ice syrup, he suddenly felt extremely hot all over his body, and the spiritual power of his whole body had completely boiled, and under the hiding of this heat, there was also a cold breath swimming all over his body, this was a normal reaction after drinking the ice syrup, but when Lin Feng wanted to use his spiritual power to suppress the wine power, the situation changed unexpectedly!

The Quenching Dragon Recipe was running all over the body, and there was spiritual power flowing through each meridian quickly, and the wine energy dissolved in the blood veins flowed with it, but when the Quenching Dragon Recipe tried to dissolve them in vain, these wine powers were like dry wood encountering a fire, and a raging aura erupted in Lin Feng's meridians!

The meridians that were as dense as a fine net all over Lin Feng's body were filled with huge aura at that moment, and the origin spiritual power was also rushing around under the impact of this arrogance, so that he almost fainted, in order to hide the changes in his body, Lin Feng 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 power, Lin Feng was indeed drunk, but under the trigger of the alcohol power, the meridians all over his body were swept away and sore, but after the alcohol power was rushed, he had an unprecedented sense of heaviness, the meridians seemed to have been washed once, if it continued like this, it might become stronger!

Just when Lin Feng used his spiritual power to continuously suppress the wine power to obtain the strengthening of the meridians, the shopkeeper had already brought up a jar of jade crisp red, and the sword cultivator sitting opposite him did not open the wine seal, but sent the wine into the storage bag, which seemed to be ready to be drunk later.

Jian Xiu seemed to be in a hurry, but seeing that Lin Feng still hadn't woken up, he had to sit down and wait for him, although he only had the strength of the ninth layer of the foundation building period, but his momentum was enough to make people fearful, and the murderous aura of Jian Xiu was fully revealed on him, and that kind of coldness could not be concealed and dissolved no matter what kind of liquor he had.

The existence of the sword cultivator had already made the monks in the wine shop vigilant, especially Lin Feng who had drunk an altar of three million spirit stones with him, and in a small fang city like Mihu Mountain, such a generous move was enough to attract everyone's attention.

Judging from the appearance, it is rare to see monks in the late stage of foundation building in the Fang market, most of the monks are very low in level, generally in the Qi training period and the rotation period, there are very few monks in the foundation building period, with the strength of Lin Feng and this sword cultivator, it seems that it is enough to strive for self-protection, but in the cultivation world, there are often Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, and a small Fang City may not have no great monks.

Jian Xiu Throw sat there with a lonely face, the robe on his body was spotless, and there was not even a single pattern on the robe on it, but on the cuffs, there was a small sword embroidered with a peugeot shape.

There were few people in the wine shop, and just when everyone was talking and laughing around their tables, three monks walked in from the outside one after another, judging from their outfits, it seemed that they were only three casual cultivators, but the realm was all in the late stage of foundation building.

Among the three of them, one is an extremely fat fat head, bald and fat-eared, with a fierce complexion, the robe on his body is half naked and half exposed, and the thick chest hair is entwined into a black curl, and the other is a bearded old man in green clothes, with a long beard and a half foot on his face, and the most eye-catching thing is a half-foot green snake in his hand, where he is constantly swallowing a cloud of gray smoke.

The third person was dressed as a butcher, carrying a leather bag with more than a dozen short knives of different lengths, ten fingers as thick as an iron pestle, a pair of palms like a fan, a dark and oily face, and a brute force unfathomable.

As soon as the three of them entered the winery, all the monks in the shop were silent, and it was not until they sat down that someone whispered, "It's the three murderers!

"There are few people in the city, and no one wants to stay in this poor and remote place, so these little gangsters are in control of the situation, the three murderers are in charge of the white camel mountain shili, and the three evils of the camel are in charge of the black camel mountain shili, and their method of controlling the fang market is also simple, they only need to go to each shop every month to collect a thousand spirit stones, and then allow these shops to continue to operate, otherwise, the shopkeepers can only roll up the shop and get out. ”

"The Three Evils and the Three Evils are all in the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and the combat methods are strange and changeable, and few monks will be their opponents, so for more than ten years, the city of Camel Mountain Fang has been under their control. ”

When everyone was talking in a low voice, the shopkeeper had already greeted them with a smile on his face, and stood beside the seat of the three murderers, and asked them in a low voice what they needed to drink.

The fat head seemed to be the boss of the three fierce camels, and he commanded in a loud voice: "Lao Tzu has been in the camel mountain for so many years, and he has never drunk the ice syrup here from you, so I will give Lao Tzu a whole altar today!"

The shopkeeper immediately suppressed his smile and said with a sad face: "I'm really sorry, the stock of ice slurry is very small, and only one jar is sold to the outside world every month, this is a rule that has lasted for decades, and the three leaders should know it." ”

Fat Toutuo frowned: "Well, this is the first day of this month, why is it sold?

The shopkeeper said: "Yes, the ice slurry sells one jar less than one jar, and usually sells one jar occasionally in a month, and the shopkeeper is distressed." ”

The fat head Tuo snorted coldly: "Don't sell it if you feel distressed, if you earn spirit stones, you have to pretend, Lao Tzu doesn't listen to your noise here, hurry up and move a jar for me, otherwise I will smash your shop!"

When the shopkeeper was in a dilemma, an old man came out of the inner hall, he was holding a purple gold gourd, and on his shoulder was a pair of golden black Zen staffs, the whole person was skinny, but the white hair was long and fluttering, and he had the demeanor of a fairy, and his cultivation had reached the peak state of the late stage of foundation building, and he could enter the realm of Jindan at any time.