The Mo Island Lord was extremely happy, because in his opinion, although Ling Feng was the first to appear and cut his face, it was all a joke, with him appearing, this face was immediately calmed, so the Mo Island Lord shook three times, and came to the center of the field after a full posture, and he didn't know if the jade qilin was because Ling Feng didn't get along with it, or if he really had a personal vendetta with this Mo Island Lord, raised his eyes and smiled lightly, and the jade qilin looked formulaic: "Draw lots." ”

The chrysanthemum-blooming face of the Mo Island Lord was as if he had pressed the pause button, and after a few seconds, his smile opened, "Brother Yu?" The Mo Island Lord took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to remind the Jade Qilin that he was now the Lord of Nanhuang Island, not the Taoist Sect, such an attitude would inevitably make him lose face, "Draw lots!" The Jade Qilin sucked up the jar of the lottery with one hand, and slapped it impatiently in front of the Lord Mo, and the Lord of Mo Island turned into a pig's liver color with a face, and after a while, he put his hand into the jar like a convulsion.

Finally pulled out his hand with a surging heart, the jade unicorn took it directly, and then unfolded it and glanced at it, and then said in a pause: "A one!" There was a boo outside the venue, because there were as many as one or two hundred sects participating in the Wendao Conference, and it really can't be so coincidental according to the number of sessions, it is obvious that the jade qilin is designed, but everyone knows that this is the case, but no one says it, after all, whether it is the Taoist sect or Nanhuangdao, it is not them who suffer.

Ling Feng just walked back to his seat and stood still, all the way there were some people he didn't know hugging and greeting, Ling Feng perfunctory one by one, as soon as his butt settled, he heard the voice of the jade unicorn, "A game", "It's too unsophisticated, how can there be such a thing in the world!" Ma San suddenly jumped up, pointed to the center of the venue and shouted loudly, but in the venue where 10,000 people participated, his voice was instantly drowned out.

According to the practice of the Wendao Conference, although there is no priority between the various sects, but when drawing lots, the host sect will deliberately put the sects with similar strength together, which is more ornamental, and the second is to avoid some sects being defeated by powerful opponents with one move, so that they can't get over their faces and give birth to many grudges, which is already a tacit rule for all fighters, but Jade Qilin's arrangement is not only unfair, but more bluntly, he is suspected of personal vendetta by doing so.

"When did Brother Yu become so narrow-minded?" Su Menghuai frowned, and muttered in a low voice, sitting next to him was a woman with a veil on her face and a cloak on her head, wearing a long lilac dress that showed the dust, "Senior Brother Su, you are a few years old, this nature of fanning the flames, still hasn't changed?" The woman's voice was low and cold, and the words she said were also to the point, and she didn't give Su Menghuai any face.

According to Su Menghuai's character, it was impossible for him to endure it at all, but the strange thing was that he not only endured it, but also returned with a sneering face: "Senior sister reminds me." The purple woman snorted coldly, and then sat up straight, Su Menghuai took a deep breath, and also sat upright honestly, looking at her nose and nose, looking like an old monk in a settled position.

The lottery ceremony is very much expected for the sects that have not been drawn, but it is a little boring for the sects that have been drawn, as the first sect to draw lots, Ling Feng sat stunned for more than two hours, his mouth was dry, and in this huge venue, except for the seats of the ten major sects, there are prepared fruit and fragrant tea or something, and the other sects do not have such treatment.

"It's hot. Ma San licked his lips a little dry, the venue is located in the Tiandao Mountain, the mountain is one hundred and twenty-one zhang high, second only to the Tiandao Peak, the protective talisman array shrouded in the venue blocked the cold winter wind outside, but it did not block the red sun shining on the head, making the venue like the height of summer in June, full of sweaty fighters.

Ling Feng glanced around, in addition to the calmness on Ye Wuxian's face, the two brothers of the Xie family were also hot enough, thinking about it for a few seconds, Ling Feng's heart moved, and then a big-bellied transparent crystal bottle appeared in his hand, "Thyme!" Ma Sanshi's eyes flashed green when he saw this bottle, this is the most popular fruit wine on the road, and it is also an extremely expensive luxury, even for the cultivation sect, it can only appear at major banquets.

took out a few cups from the ring, Ling Feng didn't care about the surrounding eyes, he placed them on the stone bench next to his buttocks, and then with two fingers, the wooden stopper with the thickness of his index finger "collapsed", and suddenly the aroma of wine overflowed, and the green wine slowly fell into the cup along the transparent crystal bottle, and there were people everywhere who got up and looked, and those who knew the goods saw it, they all smacked their lips first, and then shook their heads.

Ma III doesn't care what other people have, grab the quilt, "Gu Dong Gu Dong" is a burst of cattle drink, there are several fighters not far from Ling Feng are looking at Ma San with envy, the sect is isolated from the world, although Fu Seal weapons are very popular in the world, but relatively speaking, many sects are extremely poor, for this popular mainland of thyme, many people have only heard of it, and have not tasted it.

"Tyrannical things!" Ma San poured three cups in a row, and the fighter who loved wine couldn't help it, stomping his feet and sighing, and more people looked at Ling Feng and the five of them with complicated expressions, these five people, some old and some young, didn't look like a rich person, but this young man with a smile on his face was so generous that many people smacked his tongue.

"Uncle Shi, that wine is really that good? I saw that you swallowed saliva several times, is it a shame!" A very delicate-looking girl glanced at the old man beside her with some complaints, and asked unhappily, "Hui girl, that's a thousand miles of fragrance, even if it's one or two, it can be compared to the elixir and jade liquid, this thing is sold expensive, I think the old man hasn't tasted it for twenty years." The old man sighed in anticipation and disappointment, "It's not good, isn't it just a bottle of wine, it's a blind show!" The girl wrinkled her cute Yao nose and rolled her eyes towards Ling Feng, the old man didn't stop him, just sucked hard again, and praised again and again, "Good wine, good wine!"

At this time, the face of the jade qilin standing in the center of the venue was about to darken, he shouted three times in a row, and the sect that was called did not answer, but he turned his head and looked, his nose was almost crooked, there were as many as 10,000 people in the venue, whether they could see it or not, they all occupied it, and following the eyes of everyone, the jade qilin saw Ling Feng's smiling face.

"Everyone, it's better to meet by chance, let's meet together!" Ling Feng stood up suddenly, and then waved his hand, on the empty steps behind them, six huge wooden barrels stood in two rows, the barrels were as tall as one person, the two ends were thin and thick in the middle, and they could hold two hundred catties of wine, Ling Feng's sudden move really surprised the surrounding fighters, and when Ling Feng unscrewed the wooden cork on the wine barrel, the green liquor came out, and the entire venue was boiling!

Thyme, it is actually a barrel of thyme, many people look at Ling Feng in disbelief, because this wine is too precious, it is the tribute wine of the Raya Empire, the annual output is extremely limited, even the dignitaries and nobles are impossible to take out and enjoy with others at will, Ling Feng actually put six two hundred catties of thyme there like this, Rao is the ten major sect masters in the stands, and they couldn't help but twitch the corners of their eyes.

"Come on, come on, drink whatever you want!" Ma San seemed to understand Ling Feng's intentions, rolled up his sleeves, stood behind the wine barrel with a height of nearly two meters, and lifted one on his shoulder, and then some big bowls came out of nowhere, and the wine splashed everywhere, and soon seven or eight large bowls were full, Ling Feng handed it casually, regardless of the person's stunned expression, he stuffed the bowl to him, and his quilt was touched, "!" Ling Feng raised his neck with a smile, and the stunned fighter reacted, and then he took a sip in disbelief, and after drinking the wine in his mouth released a mellow aroma and a wonderful feeling that made people want to stop, the fighter went crazy.

There was one person taking the lead, and more people participated, and soon everyone found out that Ling Feng, the young man, was a real fool, and his wine was really dispersed to everyone, no matter what mood he was in, more and more people squeezed over, and a good venue was instantly messed up, and the girlish girl with a cute bun stomped her feet, because her uncle had already squeezed towards Ling Feng's side.

"Although the hand is a little bigger, it is a means to buy people's hearts. An old man with dry cheeks sighed faintly, if Ling Feng could see him up close, he might be able to recognize him, this old man was actually the Yang Saint among the Three Saints of the Empire.

The lifeless venue was completely boiling because of Ling Feng's loose wine, and Rao is jade qilin could only grit his teeth, because although he was the sect master of the first sect in the world, he couldn't actually control the other fighters, like the current scene, unless he used his great powers, he could only let it go.

It's just a drink, can Yu Tiandao jump into the air and force the water system to suppress it, he can only stand alone in the center of the venue with a black face, the fighters are all hot-blooded men, there are few who are not good at drinking, Ling Feng's thousand miles of incense is gone, someone took out his own treasure, the whole venue was full of wine, it was like a huge friendship party, only those ten sect disciples who followed the elders of their own sect sat on the steps east of the venue in a proper manner, but their eyes were full of anticipation from all angles looking at the crazy fellow practitioners。

Ling Feng laughed very happily, and he drank loudly was a bad old man with yellow hair, this old man was really clever, seeing that there were many people grabbing the wine barrel, he came to Ling Feng, and poured all the remaining half bottles of wine into Ling Feng's own stomach without embarrassment, the old man had a good amount of wine, but half a bottle of Thyme Fragrance was in his stomach, he couldn't help but feel dizzy, looking at Ling Feng was like seeing a relative, he said some intimate words happily, and patted his chest to promise that he could make Ling Feng easily win over Nanhuangdao.

After the old man said this, a bright light flashed in Ye Wuxian's eyes, and he glanced at the old man carefully, and Ye Wuxian's expression changed instantly.