Jiang Zhong stared at the wine on the table with wide eyes and said speechlessly: "This is the first time I have seen such a big wine."

Yang Feng was also speechless. A top-quality spiritual vein was exchanged for a barrel of wine and wine. The key is that the capacity is only the size of a beer bottle. It is said that it is a barrel of wine, but it is actually about the same bottle of wine.

Deacon Li hurriedly explained: "The raw materials for brewing are very difficult, and there are also precious Tao fruits that can be brewed through special means. However, the taste of this wine is very good. If you don't mind, we can go to the private room to drink it slowly."

"No, I think I'll stop here!"

Yang Feng picked up a wine barrel and opened the lid.

Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine was emitted, and the smell of wine was still filled with a strong smell.

When I smelled the smell of wine, I was immersed in my own world.

Most of the immortal cultivators in the restaurant are attracted by the fragrance of this wine, and some even sit down cross-legged to begin to feel the breath.

Yang Feng drank it in one sip, and a heat immediately surged into his throat, which made him unable to speak out.

The wine is like a ball of fire and a ball of cold spring water.

Clear rules are integrated into the fragrance of wine, making people feel endless aftertaste.

Yang Feng did not deepen his magical powers, he simply enjoyed this kind of wine.

Yang Feng’s Acacia Wine contains an artistic conception, and this wine contains the rules of heaven and earth.

Unlike Acacia Wine, Xinglu was a little drunk even if Yang Feng took a sip.

Although this intoxication disappeared in the instant of his Taoist rhyme, it was indeed a kind of intoxication of wine.

Since practicing, Yang Feng has not felt this intoxication for a long time, and Xinglu has once again made him feel like he returns to the mortal world.

“Good wine.”

Yang Feng exclaimed, and he instantly fell in love with this kind of wine.

The other few people could no longer bear it, and they all drank a large gulp when they opened the barrel.

Chen Yue's cultivation was a little weak, and she drank too hard. She got drunk after just one sip of wine and lay on the table.

After taking a sip, Liu Cheng was also slightly drunk. When he saw his junior sister drunk, he quickly covered the lid of the barrel and also covered the lid of Chen Yue's barrel, and hugged Yang Feng and the others with apologies.

Deacon Li was naturally aware of the strength of this kind of wine. Even in the early stage of the Heavenly Lord, he would get drunk after taking a big sip.

As soon as these people drank, they could see the level of their cultivation.

Yang Feng took a sip of wine and had nothing to do. It was obvious that the aroma of the Taoist rhyme of the wine instantly disappeared.

Not only was Yang Feng's nothing, but the short man who followed Yang Feng was also not easy. After taking two sips in a row, there was nothing wrong with it, and he was even taking the third sip.

That's all, the woman who was supposed to treat her did not react at all after taking a sip of wine. She was obviously another strong man.

Even that Liucheng is not simple.

After taking a sip of the wine, I was only slightly drunk.

"I'll give you a cup to Brother Yang first, congratulations to Brother Yang for stepping onto the twelfth floor of the Heavenly Tower. For thousands of years, I have been in the Heavenly Alliance Star. Not to mention climbing the twelfth floor, even if I climb the tenth floor, there are not many people..."

Deacon Li casually put on a soundproof ban, and after saying that to Yang Feng, he raised the barrel and took a sip.

He did not ask whether Yang Feng was the one who climbed the Tower of Heaven, and congratulated him directly.

Yang Feng smiled slightly, did not deny it, and picked up the barrel and took another sip, "Thank you, Deacon Li."

Deacon Li was even more surprised to hear Yang Feng admit that he was the one who climbed the twelfth floor of the Heavenly Tower.

Before he could speak, Yang Feng said again, "Deacon Li, this fellow Taoist Taiyi has also climbed to the tenth floor."

When Deacon Li heard that Taiyi was the cultivator who climbed the tenth floor of the Heavenly Tower, his eyes were no longer covered up. He raised the wine barrel and said to Taiyi, "It turns out that this fellow Taoist is like fellow Taoist Yang, and is also a genius strong man who is rare in the sky for millions of years. The Kuanghe River in the past just now is so slacking off. I'll drink it here first..."

After saying that, Deacon Li poured another sip of wine. After two sips of wine, Deacon Li's face turned a little red.

Taiyi nodded, picked up the barrel and before she could drink it, she heard a hey laughter coming into Deacon Li's soundproofing ban, "Zombie, you really know how to hide, you actually hide here to drink."

Jiang Zhong, who was drinking happily, changed his face and immediately looked up. He saw a young man wearing a red crown and a strange smell standing not far away.

“Geeh…”

After Jiang Zhong shouted, his teeth trembled a little.

Yang Feng was originally in the name of Xiaojiangzhong, but it seems that he is not called Jiangzhong Zombie alone.

Now that he heard Jiang Zhong’s teeth fighting, he immediately knew that the person came was unusual.

Even if a person like Jiangzhong is facing death, he will not be so scared.

For example, he is afraid of himself and will not fight with teeth when he speaks.

It can be seen how terrible this person gave Jiang Zhong the impression.

After Deacon Li's face changed slightly after his soundproofing was torn apart.

When he saw this strange young man, he swallowed the words he said to his mouth.

Obviously, he knew this person's power.

"Zombie, you are so brave. After snatching my stuff, you dare to sway in front of me..."

While speaking, the strange man grabbed the wine barrel in the river on the table, drank the wine inside the barrel in a few gulps.

.Then the scarlet tongue in the deep licked the lips, as if she was still unsatisfied, and there was no point in getting drunk.

Jiang Zhong said that the idiot had just swayed in front of you, and he did not dare to answer the strange man's words, and looked at Yang Feng.

Only then did Yang Feng understand why Jiang Zhong didn't leave, it turned out that he was afraid of this strange young man.

"What's this person's name? How did you make enemies with him?"

Yang Feng's tone was very concise. Should he help Jiangzhong? He also wanted to listen to Jiangzhong's words?

When Jiang Zhong heard Yang Feng's words, his face calmed down a little, and he quickly said, "Senior, his name is Wansheng. Back then, he and I saw the tripod together, and then, then..."

Needless to say, Jiang Zhong clearly, Yang Feng already understood what was going on.

It should be that Wansheng was like Jiangzhong back then, and wanted to take advantage of the war.

As a result, he fell in love with a Qiankun Cauldron at the same time. For some reason, the Qiankun Cauldron was stolen by Jiangzhong.

When he heard Jiang Zhong call Senior Yang Feng, Wan Sheng, who originally wanted to reach out to grab Jiang Zhong, stopped his movements, but instead turned his eyes on Yang Feng.

After a while, he smiled again, "Do you know my name is Wansheng. In fact, everyone who knows me calls me Wusheng? What is my favorite thing to do? Do you know zombies?"

"You, your favorite food for the soul..."

Jiang Zhong thought of Wan Sheng's appearance, and his face became ugly again.

"That's right..."

After Wan Sheng finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed it. A complete holy emperor from behind him fell directly to the ground and turned into a soulless shell.

But his soul was grabbed by Wansheng, and Wansheng opened his mouth for a moment.

It was clearly a soul, but Wansheng bit it and made a 'cry' sound.

The soul of the Jin Zun Saint Emperor screamed shrillly, and Yang Feng could clearly feel the Taoist rhyme of the Jin Zun Saint Emperor being bitten to pieces by Wan Sheng.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and he finally understood why Jiang Zhong was so afraid of Wansheng.

Wansheng's method of chewing the soul and rebirth of the soul is several times more tragic than the most cruel torture.

This kind of biting off the living soul and chewing it in sequence from the aura of Taoism is absolutely a very miserable punishment.

Wansheng seemed to have special research on this, otherwise he would not have been able to capture the soul of the Golden Lord Perfect Holy Emperor with just raising his hand.

After chewing the Jin Zun Saint Emperor in his hand, Wan Sheng looked at Yang Feng, "It seems that I want to take away the zombies, do you have any objections? You can be called senior by the zombies, it's not easy."

Before Yang Feng could speak, he heard a gentle voice saying, "Fellow Taoist, can you not bother with these friends of mine for my sake?"

While speaking, a man with a smile on his face and looking gentle as jade walked into the restaurant.

When Yang Feng saw this man, he knew that this was a real strong man, even a perfect strong man of the Great Heavenly Lord.

"City Lord."

Deacon Li saw the visitor and hurriedly asked for the gift.

Yang Feng also understood, no wonder he had such strength. The person who came here should be Feng Yi, the lord of Tianmeng Xingcheng City.

He had heard Xi Jupan say before that Feng Yi's cultivation level has even reached the half-step realm of unity. It seems that Xi Jupan is right, and this person's cultivation level will definitely not be weaker than Yin Xingwen.

When Wansheng saw the visitor, his disdain on his face also restrained a lot. He casually clasped his fists and said, "It turns out that the city lord is back, long time no see."

"Don't dare." Feng Yi replied with a very graceful look and said politely, then continued, "These are all important guests of my Tianmengxing. Fellow Daoist is an ancient emperor, why bother with the newcomers? Please don't care about Feng Yi's face, and Feng Yi will be rewarded at this time."

Feng Yi saw that Yang Feng's cultivation was only in the early stage of the Heavenly Lord. Even if the woman had a slightly higher cultivation level, she would only be half a step into the Great Heavenly Lord at most.

In addition, he felt that Yang Feng and others were very young, so he simply described it as a newcomer.

Wansheng suddenly raised his head and laughed, as if he felt that he had heard something ridiculous.

Feng Yi frowned slightly with such a demeanor. To be honest, although he was not sure to suppress Wansheng, he was not afraid of Wansheng.

Wansheng laughed so wildly that he didn't take him as the city lord seriously.

Just when Feng Yi was about to get angry, Wansheng's laughter suddenly subsided, "Lord Feng Yi City, I, Wansheng, don't make a big fuss for your sake, that's the friendship between us. You actually bullied me like this. Wansheng was blind? Could it be that I, Wansheng, could I be bullied?"

Feng Yi did not get angry immediately, but said in a deep voice, "Why did fellow Taoist say this? Feng Yi never thought he could deceive anyone?"
Chapter completed!