In a small col from Tao, there is a ruined temple, and the gods and Buddhas originally enshrined in the temple have long been lost. All that remained was a pedestal and an empty sacrificial fruit bowl.

The temple looked dilapidated, the patterns between the beams and the columns were covered in dust, and it was clear that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

It's just that tonight, this ruined temple, which has been dim and dull, is lit up with flickering lights.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, three people were sitting on kneeling mats in the temple, around a brazier, smiling and chatting.

These two men and one woman, with surging qi and blood in their bodies, their eyes blazing, and their breath stretching for a long time, have obviously long been out of the realm of mortals, but have entered the realm of blood quenching monks!

The three of them were led by a middle-aged man dressed in a literate manner, while a plump woman with a long whip tied around her waist and another strong man with a tiger's back looked more intimate.

"Big brother, I still can't figure it out, how did you figure out that recipe?" the strong man had just finished telling a joke, took a sip of the wine in the gourd in his hand, and asked with some interest.

The middle-aged scribe smiled indifferently: "I bought the purchasing staff of Xiazhuang, figured out what raw materials are needed for Xiazhuang winemaking, and with a little simple reasoning, I almost understood." ”

The woman leaned on the shoulder of the big man, and also said with a smile: "Big brother said easily, if we come instead, I'm afraid that even if I want to go for so many years, I can't think of a way to use the spiritual flame of waste spirit slag to quench the puree." ”

The middle-aged scribe also picked up a pear from the fruit basket in front of him, took a bite, and said with a smile: "It's just luck." Originally, I just wanted to make some extra money by imitating the unfragrant wine in summer clothes, but I didn't expect this kind of unexpected joy!"

The big man laughed: "Then Xia Zhuang is afraid that he is very distressed! The unfragrant wine with the same taste as them drank people to death, how can they get rid of it?"

"It's not impossible. The middle-aged scribe shook his head: "After all, we are only selling privately, and we can find some clues if we trace it carefully." ”

"Hey, what are you worried about? at least smear Xia Zhuang for a while, and then make a bigger noise, and when they are anxious, we will take advantage of the situation to launch our Nanmu Spirit Wine, and we will be able to gain a foothold here!" the woman smiled.

"Haha, come, drink and drink!" The big man also looked very happy, and raised his glass to the middle-aged scribe: "Big brother, before you get rich, I will toast you first!"

The middle-aged scribe gave the big man a glass in return, and said with a smile: "Your affair with the third sister... When is the plan to be completed?"

The old man's face flushed: "This... Don't you wait for a big amount of money to make a plan..."

The woman was also a little shy when she heard this, so she put her arms around the big man.

"We'll have to wait for that large waste slag we found—" The middle-aged scribe was talking and laughing with the two of them, when suddenly he looked at the door of the temple with a grim expression.

There was a fluttering sound, but a slightly flustered gray carrier pigeon flew in, with a small leather bag tied to its feet.

The middle-aged scribe breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to stop the pigeon, and then opened the leather bag on his feet, pulled out a scroll of notes, and began to read it.

After a while, the middle-aged scribe frowned: "Xia Zhuang's move is also smart, it has stabilized the people's hearts in a short period of time, and it is a combination of grace and power, I don't know who has such means?"

At this moment, a light and arrogant laughter came from outside the door, and only one person was heard saying aloud:

"Of course it's your grandfather and me!"

The three people in the ruined temple stood up on the ground, all looking at the door with a wary expression, extremely focused. The woman secretly held the iron whip at her waist, and the big man also pulled out the big knife behind his back.

Hearing the sound of relaxed footsteps, a handsome young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old walked in at the door, with a calm expression and a smile on his face, and looked at all three people in the ruined temple.

"Yo, is this a celebration banquet?" Xue Chuan said with a familiar smile.

"Are you from Xiazhuang, how did you find it?" the middle-aged scribe asked in a deep voice. Although the other party is just a hairy boy, the scheming he has cultivated all year round makes him not easily relax his vigilance.

Xue Chuan grinned, and with a tug of his right hand, an extremely thin black rope pulled the carrier pigeon's foot and pulled it back into his hand: "Don't say it, it's quite tiring to fly a kite." ”

The middle-aged scribe's heart was shocked, and he understood what Xue Chuan had done: "Not only did you know about the hidden stakes we arranged, but you also stopped our carrier pigeons?!"

"Isn't this an obvious thing?" Xue Chuan looked very casual: "You fakers should have been ready to be caught a long time ago, right?"

The middle-aged scribe sneered, and then glanced at the two beside him.

The big man smiled grimly: "Little hairy boy, didn't your father tell you that there are some places that you can't enter casually?"

Xue Chuan crooked his neck, loosened his muscles, and said with a smile: "Second stunned, your eldest brother didn't teach you, can't some farts be put indiscriminately?"

"How daring!" the big man shouted, and drew his knife and rushed forward, trying to take him by surprise. And the woman also flicked her wrist, and pulled out the iron whip, ready to help the big man.

Xue Chuan smiled evilly, and he also greeted him, and the blue sky immortal body immediately operated, and the qi and blood in his body rumbled, making the middle-aged scribe's face change greatly.

"Beware! this kid is weird!" the middle-aged scribe only had time to shout before he suddenly rushed forward, trying to help the big man subdue Xue Chuan.

With his vicious eyes, how could he not feel the low sound of blood rushing in Xue Chuan's body?

When the big man heard his eldest brother's words, his heart was also cold, and then his face became more and more hideous, and the big knife cut in his hand also increased a little force, and he said in his heart: "What if it's weird? I don't believe you take my knife!"

There is a reason for Dahan's self-confidence, he has been practicing sword skills for many years, his skills are exquisite, and with the strength of a quenching blood, he is also extremely fierce, how can he be afraid of such a young opponent?

At this time, Xue Chuan's figure was also attached to the big man, and the madness on his face made the big man feel cold.

"Death!" the big man said angrily, and the big knife in his hand was also slashed towards Xue Chuan's waist.

At this moment, the big man showed hesitation, and then turned the blade of the knife, and the knife surface that was originally slashed towards Xue Chuan was also replaced with a blunt knife back!

Although Xue Chuan smiled arrogantly, he was very calm, and when he saw the big man's movements, his heart moved, and then his right hand quickly poked out, which was a few points faster than the big man's knife!

This kind of big knife is the most afraid of being close, Xue Chuan has the blessing of Qingtian Immortal, and after more than half a month of training, the reaction speed can be described as extraordinary, and it is actually slapped on the blade of this big man with one palm, and it is slapped away!

"Qiang!" A humming sound of gold and iron handover was the sound of Xue Chuan's palm touching the blade.

Feeling the surging force from the blade of the knife, the big man's face couldn't help but change drastically, and his mouth was numb, and it was the big knife that went straight away!

"Oh no!" The middle-aged scribe was still some distance away from the two of them at this time, and he was also in a bad mood, so he couldn't help but be anxious.

"You knife... It's a bit frustrating!" Xue Chuan sneered, but his left fist was perfectly cohesive, wrapped in galloping blood, and in the frightened eyes of the big man, it hit his chest head-on!

The big man only had time to cross his arms, but the domineering power of this punch forcibly broke through the defense of his arms, directly hitting his chest, and the whole person flew upside down!

The middle-aged scribe saw a figure in front of him crashing towards him, and he also scolded in a low voice, blocked forward with both hands, and retreated again and again after catching the figure, which dissolved the huge force in it.

"Second brother!" The middle-aged scribe saw the blood foam on the corner of the big man's mouth and the slightly sunken chest in his arms, and he was also anxious and angry, and couldn't help but look at Xue Chuan angrily: "Take your life!"

Xue Chuan sneered: "He kept his hand with good intentions and didn't want to take my life, so I also kept my hand, otherwise do you think he still has a life?"

The woman also hurried anxiously, took over from the middle-aged scribe, hugged the big man in Le's arms, and said with red eyes: "Yuan Fei! Yuan Fei! Wake up!"

Sun Yuanfei, the big man who was smashed by Xue Chuan's punch and had two ribs shattered, his expression was distorted by pain at this time, and when he heard the woman's call, he also opened his eyes, and said in a trance:

"Min'an... Cough... You... What to cry about... Ahem..."

"Yuan Fei... You've got to hold on! I'm going to find you a bone... You'll be fine!"

Seeing this, Xue Chuan pursed his lips: "Still playing such an emotional drama... Come on, let's go!" Then he flicked his wrist and threw out a brown pill, which was thrown directly into the hands of the woman named Xuan Min'an.

"What is this?" Xuan Min'an's expression when she looked at Xue Chuan was full of hatred, but reason prevented her from throwing the pill back in her hand at the first time.

"The blood tonic pill can hang his qi and blood, you go to find someone to treat him with ossification now, but it is too late, and there will not be too many sequelae in the future. Xue Chuan said indifferently.

"Why do I believe you?" said the woman, gritting her teeth.

Xue Chuan sneered, spread his hands and said, "You can not believe it, I didn't ask you." ”

The woman hesitated for a moment, and with a ruthless heart, she put the pill into Liu Yuanfei's mouth. The pill melted in his mouth, and then Liu Yuanfei's pale face also became a little ruddy, and his consciousness was much clearer.

Seeing that the pill was useful, Xuan Min'an's face was also overjoyed. The middle-aged scribe on the side also had a complicated face, looked at Xue Chuan and said, "What do you want?!"

Xue Chuan grinned: "Their sins have been atoned for, go and stay for themselves." As for you, the mastermind.... Fight with me, life and death are your destiny!"

"I'll fight you, and they'll be able to go?" the middle-aged scribe said in a deep voice.

"Not bad. After all, the fake wine you made ruined the reputation of my Xia Zhuang and harmed people's lives, so you have to pay a price. Xue Chuan's expression became gloomy.

The middle-aged scribe was stared at by Xue Chuan like this, and he also felt a chill down his spine, but when he looked back at the strong man and the woman, he took a deep breath, looked at Xue Chuan, and said in a low voice:

"As you wish!"