How could Long Haotian not understand the meaning of those people's words, only to see that he also said to the receiving brother: "What's the matter? This junior brother, are you afraid that I won't be able to drink it alone?"

"Drink to me?"

Before everyone understood what Long Haotian meant, they saw him take out the remaining bottle of Purple Xuanlei Wine from his arms, and then pulled off the cork and drank it all in front of everyone.

In an instant, Long Haotian's body seemed to turn into a breathing thundercloud, and a domineering thunder spirit power was diffused throughout the hall.

Everyone looked stupid. Those disciples who were originally going to blackmail Long Haotian felt that their crotch was hot and humid at this moment, and some even had socks and shoes involved, how could they dare to say half a word more?

Suddenly, someone seemed to have remembered something, and pointed at Long Haotian in horror: "Long Haotian, are you the same Long Haotian who fought with Han Feng and the two young masters of the Xie family that day?"

"Ahh

"It turns out to be him! It is said that in the past few days, Donglai Pavilion is preparing for the next gambling game, and when the brothers of the Gambling Han Feng and Xie clan invite him back, he will be able to drink a few pots of Purple Xuanlei Wine!"

"No wonder, by the way, what's the odds now?"

.........

The crowd was talking and completely forgetful, as if they had completely forgotten that Long Haotian was standing in front of them. From their chat, the reception brother finally understood what kind of demon he had encountered today.

Gradually, the group of people who originally wanted to fight Long Haotian's idea all turned around silently with their wet thighs between their wet thighs. Bursts of urine mixed with the smell of wine, and it smelled a little weird.

Long Haotian pretended to be puzzled, held up the wine jug and said, "Everyone is a senior brother, why don't we have two drinks and make friends?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

A moment later, the guys rolled out of the Meritorious Building. What is the difference between that and looking for death!

Seeing that the idle people were scattered, Long Haotian also showed a smile on his face. Surrendering without a fight, this is the state he hopes to achieve the most. He really didn't want to waste time and energy on these small nights, and if he won, he won't have any sense of accomplishment at all, and he might even get a pee. It is enough to scare them away directly with might.

"What's the matter? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Long Haotian shook the empty wine jug and said to the reception brother.

"Boom!"—"Ahhh

There was a crash and the little brother's howl of pain under the counter, it turned out that this kid was so frightened that he hid directly under the table just now, and he was about to come out at this time, but he left a big blood bag on the door of his head.

"I didn't cheat, I didn't cheat! I'll change it for you!" The disciple covered his head and went backstage as if hiding from the plague god, and after a while, he took out ten pots of Purple Xuanlei Wine, and the merit value in Long Hao's Heavenly Jade Plate was directly reduced by nine thousand.

Putting all the ten pots of wine into the Buddha beads, Long Haotian turned around and left in a dashing manner, and behind him were the frightened eyes of the little brothers who received them.

After leaving the Meritorious Building and walking for another quarter of an hour, Long Haotian finally came to the door of the Purple Cloud Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

This is not so much a "pavilion" as a huge temple. Whether it is momentum or scale, it is incomparable to the small tower of the Yan family.

However, what made Long Haotian feel a little humorous was that the pavilion keeper of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in Lingyun City was also an old man who looked very lazy. He sat in an easy chair, a huge, cymbal-like hat that covered his body like a half-quilt, almost covering his body.

I saw that he was sixty or seventy years old, and there were not many wrinkles on his face except for the corners of his eyes. Under the chin, there is a lock of gray beard, the unkempt white hair is like a bird's nest, and above the sleepy eyes are a pair of white eyebrows of lying silkworms.

"Senior!" Long Haotian came to the old man and said respectfully.

"Hmm, it's so fragrant, there's wine!" Suddenly, the old man's eyes widened suddenly, and suddenly two rays of essence burst out, and the aura of the whole person changed dramatically in an instant. Long Haotian could feel that there was a very strong pressure coming towards him, and it seemed that this old man's cultivation was very profound.

"I ......"

Before Long Haotian could answer, he saw the old man jump up suddenly, grabbed Long Haotian's neck, and stretched out his hand to grope on him.

"Still touching, still touching! Damn, I dare to touch it there!"

Suddenly, Long Haotian felt that his mind was full of black lines. This old man's methods are very clever, and he feels like a veteran, and when he was young, he probably harmed a good girl. He had to deliberately avoid the key parts, otherwise he would let Lan Xinyue know that he had to turn his face with himself.

"Senior, can you stop touching it, I'm a big man!"

"What's the matter with the old man? I like the big man!" replied the old man with the tone of an old rascal.

Long Haotian was excited. It's a bit painful, but it's good to lose the back door. A moment later, a pot of Purple Mysterious Thunder Wine was directly attached to the tip of the old man's nose. He deliberately added a bit of darkness to his hand and squeezed the cork of the bottle. In an instant, the old man's interest changed from a big man to a fine wine.

"Wine, wine! Bring it quickly, bring it quickly!" The old man seemed to have a long drought and a rainy day, snatched the wine jug from Long Haotian's hand, pulled off the cork and drank it, the posture of this booze was not inferior to Long Haotian by half a point.

"It seems that he is also a master!" Long Haotian was secretly in his heart, and he didn't dare to despise it.

In fact, the old man's technique of touching himself just now is a rather advanced martial art. It is especially suitable for melee combat, and it can be described as very ghostly. If you can practice to a profound realm, whether it is empty-handed, or silently wipe people's necks, it will be effortless. This old man is clearly this kind of person.

However, he didn't plan to ask for Long Haotian's life, and besides, this wine jug was hidden in a space treasure, how could it be stolen so easily? Not to mention that Long Haotian's body technique was also a must, and he was definitely worthy of competing with this old man. However, afterwards, Long Haotian was still a little afraid, fearing that he was not careless at that time, and his "chastity" would not be guaranteed.

"Happy!" the old man drank half of the pot, wiped his mouth, and once again lay back in the easy chair, shaking his hat and squinting his eyes, feeling that the days of the gods were nothing more than this. It was as if he had completely forgotten Long Haotian, and of course he had forgotten how he was inferior to him just now.

Long Haotian's mind was full of black lines, he was rubbed with oil for no reason, and he was exploited in disguise to take a pot of wine, it seems that today he must find out where this old man came from!

At this moment, a few disciples walked by, all looking at this very strange scene in front of them with surprised eyes. Naturally, they smelled the wine and saw the flask in the old man's hand, but the problem was that no one knew what was going on, and no one seemed to dare to ask more.

After a while, I saw that the old man opened his intoxicated eyes again, but this time he looked at Long Haotian with a little more intimate.

I heard him say with a smile: "Are you the child who fought with Han Feng a few days ago, and later fought with him and the two babies of the Xie family?"

(End of chapter)