"This old guy is really anxious!"

Compared with the anger in Ma Nanfeng's heart, Yun Xiao was quite calm, and he could hear a chuckle in his mouth, but he stopped at this time, and watched with interest as Meng Zhidao swept towards the table.

As a peak powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, Meng Zhidao's speed is not fast, even if Ma Nanfeng is shocked to make another move, he may not be able to catch up at the first time.

I saw that Meng Zhidao's body swept away, and he was only a few feet away from the desk, and the five fingers of his right hand were claws, grabbing towards the wine jar, with a smug smile on his face.

"Haha, Holy Rank Wine, you are my Meng Daoist!"

Seeing that the Holy Order wine was close in front of him, Meng Zhidao was a little complacent, and a loud laugh came out of his mouth, and the middle finger of his right hand was already on the edge of the wine jar.

Laugh at!

However, at this moment, a strong sound of breaking wind suddenly came, making Meng Zhizhi's face change slightly, and at the same time, his right hand shrank consciously.

When he saw the cold glow that flashed between his fingertips and the wine jar, his face couldn't help but be gloomy like water, as if he knew what was happening at this moment.

It turned out to be Sima Nanfeng, the emperor of the palace, who was unwilling to let the holy rank wine fall into the hands of Meng Zhidao like this, and suddenly attacked at this moment, using an extremely fast secret weapon to make it fall short.

Ma Nanfeng started late just now, and it was impossible to catch up with Meng Zhidao with his body, so he could only rely on external forces, and now it seems that the effect is not bad, at least he didn't let Meng Zhidao catch the wine jar in the first place.

Seeing this scene, the different colors in Yun Xiao's eyes were undoubtedly a little more intense, maybe the three people who were sober in the field, only he knew some of the details.

Relatively speaking, Ma Nanfeng and Meng Zhidao didn't know the real inside story, they both thought that the wine jar on the case was filled with holy rank wine, as long as they could get it, they would not only be able to taste the wine, but also might be able to greatly improve their strength.

"Is it true that the lord of the Imperial Palace is acting so despicably?"

Meng Zhidao, who was blocked, was naturally not in a good mood, and he could see that he turned his head to look at Ma Nanfeng not far away, and there was a hint of mockery in his tone that was not too disguised.

"What my Ma Nanfeng fancies, no one wants to snatch it away!"

Ma Nanfeng, as the head of the imperial palace, naturally did not have the slightest fear of Meng Zhidao, and this statement showed the usual strength of the imperial palace, and he was full of confidence at this moment.

Just now, he started a little later than Meng Zhidao, and Ma Nanfeng had no choice but to use a secret weapon to sneak attack, but now, he asked himself that with the strength of his imperial palace, this head of the Meng family could not be his opponent at all.

"Then I'm going to give it a try!"

Meng Zhidao is also ginger old and spicy, since it is impossible for both sides to compromise under the holy rank wine, it can only be a battle, and he is also a peak powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, he may not be afraid of Ma Nanfeng.

"You Meng family, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"

Ma Nanfeng's sneer this time contained a hint of threat, but at this moment, Meng Zhidao was already ready to send it, even if this move might cause disaster for the Meng family, he had to get the holy rank wine first.

Call......

A pulse qi palm print suddenly took shape in front of Meng Zhidao's body, and then swept towards the wine jar at an extremely fast speed, as if he wanted to use this pulse qi palm print to capture the holy rank wine back to Shengsheng.

"In front of my Ma Nanfeng, you don't have a chance!"

Ma Nanfeng is worthy of being a figure at the level of the Imperial Palace, since he is already standing on the same running line, how can he let Meng Zhidao succeed, I heard him let out a cold sound again, and then a flame appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"Is it the fire of the ancestral vein?!"

Seeing this, Yun Xiao's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of discoloration, and at the same time, he also understood the reason why this Ma Nanfeng had coveted the Blood Erosion Flame so much.

This director of the Emperor Palace of Drunken Immortal City is obviously a fire attribute cultivator, but he doesn't know if he is a vein refiner, at least the prerequisite for becoming a vein refiner is the ancestral vein fire, which he already has.

At this time, Ma Nanfeng sacrificed his ancestral vein fire, not to prove anything, but to stop the pulse qi palm print of the Meng Dao.

Rumble!

The ancestral vein fire and the pulse qi palm print finally collided together, making a loud sound of energy fluctuations, and the energy raged, as if the wine in this drunken hall had been dissipated a little.

I have to say that the strength of this Imperial Palace is really much stronger, even if it is a cultivator who is also at the peak of the Tongtian Realm, the pulse qi palm print of Meng Dao was also blown away in an instant.

"I can't help myself!"

A smug and deep voice came out from the mouth of Manan, and between the changes in the seal in his hand, the ancestral fire that scattered the palm seal of Meng Daodao did not stop for a moment, and it swept towards its body.

"Damn it!"

Meng Zhidao had never fought with Ma Nanfeng before, he had always thought that everyone was a peak cultivator of the Tongtian Realm, even if the other party was from the Imperial Palace, he might not be far behind.

How do you know that this is the first time to fight, Ma Nanfeng's arrogance made Meng Zhidao jealous, and secretly said that his actions this time were really reckless.

The Imperial Palace can be regarded as the master of Drunken Immortal City, even if the legend of the behind-the-scenes boss of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant is more powerful, but the dragon has never seen the head or tail, and no one has seen it with their own eyes.

If Meng Zhidao can get the Holy Rank wine first, then Ma Nanfeng may not be able to snatch it in time, and the former will naturally have a set of ways to deal with it at that time.

But now, under the fury of Ma Nanfeng, he will not be merciful, and Meng Zhidao knows the gap between the two, and if he is not careful, he may even have to lose this old life in this drunken palace today.

Bang!

Ma Nanfeng really deserves to be the head of the Imperial Palace, even under the same level of cultivation, his strength is several points more powerful than Meng Zhidao, and in just a few moves, he will blast this cultivator who is also the peak of the Tongtian Realm a few feet away.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of red blood spurted out of Meng Zhidao's mouth, obviously seriously injured under Ma Nanfeng's powerful blow, and a trace of despair also appeared in his eyes.

Meng Zhidao's eyes were not on Ma Nanfeng, who was blasting him away, but staring at the Holy Rank wine that was getting farther and farther away, and he knew that he had completely lost the opportunity to drink that Saint Rank wine.

But Meng Zhidao did not regret it, as a senior alcoholic, he could spare his life for the so-called holy rank wine, but unfortunately the current situation is that even if he risked his life, he may not be able to drink that holy rank wine again.

"This is the end of self-defeat!"

Sensing Meng Zhidao's sluggish aura, Ma Nanfeng didn't immediately rush to kill them all, and after hearing a cold voice in his mouth, he had already turned his gaze back to the place where the table was located.

"Huh?"

However, when Ma Nanfeng's eyes turned, his face changed slightly, and the smugness and sneer just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by an extremely gloomy and angry look.

Because I don't know when, next to the table of wine jars, there was a thin rough-clothed young man, this young man was dressed in gray and carrying a wooden sword, but it wasn't Yun Xiao, who was it?

Originally, Ma Nanfeng didn't take Yun Xiao in his eyes, even if this young man weirdly cut off one of the palms of Shan Changxin, a late-stage cultivator of the Tongtian Realm, he just used it as a trick.

But Ma Nanfeng never thought that when he was fighting with Meng Zhidao, that young man would be so bold and dare to take this opportunity to covet the Holy Rank wine, is this the so-called death for money?

Over the years in the Drunken Immortal City, Ma Nanfeng has been accustomed to seeing some drunkards who take risks for the sake of fine wine, but this is the first time he has seen a bold kid like Yun Xiao, and it will cost him his life.

However, at this time, Yun Xiao didn't care about Ma Nanfeng's gloomy face at all, and saw that he stretched out his hand, and he hugged the wine jar in his arms.

"Boy, put it down, maybe I can keep you a whole corpse!"

Ma Nanfeng stared at the wine jar for a moment, and said threatening words in his mouth, but he was afraid that the young man would open the seal on the wine jar, and when the wine would be in his stomach, there would be no share of him Ma Nanfeng.

"Whole corpses?"

Yun Xiao, who was holding the wine jar, the different color in his eyes flashed, and then he raised his head, stared at Ma Nanfeng and said, "Look at your appearance, it seems that you want this jar of wine very much, so let's give it to you!"

Sou!

When the sound of Yun Xiao's voice fell, he was already exerting his hands, and then the wine jar that he was holding in his arms crossed the space of the drunken hall and flew towards Manan Feng angrily.

"Count you kid acquaintance!"

Seeing this, Ma Nanfeng couldn't help but feel a little complacent, he thought that it was the scene where he seriously injured Meng Zhidao, which made that kid afraid, so he took the initiative to throw the wine jar to himself.

However, Ma Nanfeng obviously ignored the fact that if Yun Xiao was intimidated by the strong shock he had just now, how could he walk over and hold the wine jar in his hand first, which was obviously unreasonable.

In fact, Yun Xiao first sensed the things in this jar of wine, but he wasn't too sure, so he approached to feel it carefully, and now he sensed it clearly, and he was no longer interested in this jar of wine.

But Ma Nanfeng didn't know anything about it, he always thought that the wine jar contained the holy rank wine, and now that the wine was in front of him, he didn't think of anything else at all, and subconsciously reached out and caught it.

"Haha, Holy Rank Wine, I finally got you!"

Sensing the heaviness of the wine jar in his hand, Ma Nanfeng selectively ignored Yunxiao at this moment, and when he heard his laughter, he couldn't wait to stretch out his other hand and slap the sealing paper on it.

All of a sudden, in the depths of the drunken hall, the aroma of wine overflowed, and the middle people wanted to get drunk.

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