(Thanks to the brothers for their support, the gap is still too small, I hope the brothers who have tickets will continue to support, the fourth more around 10 o'clock)

Feng Yi walked a little sadly on the crowded streets of Yanjing, wearing a brand-new priest's uniform, holding a staff of light in his hand, but with a tube of cui flute hanging from his waist, a little nondescript.

After experiencing reincarnation, he should have looked down on life and death, but after all, people are emotional animals, and if they have feelings, they have concerns, how can they completely see through life and death?

Feng Yi raised his head and saw a bar next to him, so he pushed the door and entered.

This bar is different from the adventurer's bar, which is full of culture, it is decorated in a quaint and elegant atmosphere, and there are not many people inside, and they all look like they are aristocrats, they talk and laugh softly, and try not to disturb the others.

"Dear Mr. Pastor, is it a person?" The beautiful waiter's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked over with his waist twisted and asked enthusiastically, it is rare to see such a young and handsome priest.

Feng Yi nodded, and was led to a corner, but he still caught the eye of everyone in the bar. After all, priests are very respected in any country, and priests are different from other professions, they belong to the clergy, that is, the people in the temple, and only the temple has the right to dispose of them, and no other national power can control them. It's just that the majesty of the temple is not as great as before, so some powerful sects and countries no longer respect this regulation. Of course, no one wants to offend the temple if it doesn't involve the life and death of core interests and important people.

Moreover, Feng Yi is dressed so strangely, more like an unruly bard than like a priest.

"I want your strongest wine, remember, the strongest. Feng Yi said.

The beautiful waiter was taken aback, the clergy seemed to be forbidden to drink spirits, and could only drink some light fruit wine and the like. But the customer is God, so she asks the bartender to start bartending with a hint of suspicion.

"Mr. Pastor, this is the strongest liquor in our bar, the Burning Heart. The beautiful waiter held a cocktail with a layer of flame on it and placed it in front of Feng Yi, the wine was as red as blood.

Feng Yi picked up the wine glass, put it between his lips and drank it all, a spicy and strong taste rushed from his throat into his stomach, and a burning sensation suddenly appeared in his stomach, and then this burning feeling spread all over his body, as if the whole person was burning.

The waiter covered her mouth with a scream, this flame of burning heart is famous in the entire Divine Wind Continent, no one has ever dared to drink a cup in one gulp, it is usually a little bit of taste, she once tasted a small sip, but she was drunk for a day and a night.

"Okay, what a flame burns the heart, the smell of wine is strong and fragrant, it enters the throat like a knife, and dissolves in the stomach, but it feels even hotter, and the internal organs are like a flame burning, especially in the heart, as if it is grilled in a blazing fire, and then give me a cup. Feng Yi is like a professional wine critic, exhaling a sip of hot wine and saying.

Feng Yi drank one glass after another, ten glasses in a row, which made everyone dumbfounded, how can a person's alcohol reach this level?

Feng Yi vented the loneliness and melancholy in his heart in a special way, but just as he was on the rise, the door of an elegant room in the bar suddenly opened, and a barmaid ran out in disheveled clothes and crying.

"Little beauty, don't run, from the prince and me, the glory and wealth are inexhaustible. A young man in a fancy costume chased after him with a smile, and there were two sword-wielding swordsmen behind him, who should be his bodyguards. At a glance, this kind of person knows that he has a good family background, and he takes two lackeys to flirt with women from good families.

Everyone here is a noble gentleman with status, and the real nobles look down on this kind of person, but as soon as they saw this young man, they closed their mouths with great interest, Zack, the current ninth prince of the empire. Prade, who dares to offend?

The two swordsmen, one left and one right, blocked the waitress's retreat, obviously this kind of thing is not less.

The waitress looked around for help, but no one from these nobles, who claimed to be gentlemen, or the good sisters who usually played well, stepped forward to help her, even if it was to help her say a word.

Zack. Pradesilver stepped forward with a smile, grabbed the waitress's shirt and pulled it, and then heard the sound of the cloth cracking, and the waitress's entire fragrant shoulders and small half of her breasts were exposed to the air.

The waitress screamed in surprise and squatted down with her hands on her chest, her delicate body trembling, and looked at Zach. Pradd's claws stretched out again, his eyes showing a look of despair.

"I don't know how animals can come in such an elegant place, it's really disappointing. Just then, a lazy voice rang out in the silent bar, Zach. Prader's outstretched claws froze, and he turned his head fiercely to search for the owner of the voice, in Yanjing, no one dared to talk to him like this. When he saw Feng Yi, who was dressed in a white priest's uniform, he smiled nonchalantly: "It turned out to be a broken priest, you immediately knelt down to apologize to this king, and for the sake of the temple, I spared you." ”

Feng Yi laughed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly got up and walked over.

"Grandpa, young master, I haven't killed pigs for many years, and today I have to force the young master to return to his old business. Feng Yi cursed, and the staff of light in his hand slammed towards Zack. Prad smashed his head.

The two swordsmen next to him hurriedly rushed up with a loud shout, Feng Yi was castrated, flew up and kicked the swordsman on the right, and then kicked the swordsman on the left with a whirlwind leg with the power of the rebound, and the staff of light in his hand smashed Zack at the same time. Prader's right shoulder.

The two swordsmen flew upside down under the incredulous gaze of everyone, knocked over several tables and fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths and struggling. And the Nine Princes Zack. Prad's face turned pale, and he cried out like a pig killing a pig on his right shoulder, and he could clearly hear the sound of his shoulder bones cracking.

"I haven't beaten anyone for a long time, it seems that I am rusty, and even my head is much worse. Feng Yi said as he put away the Staff of Light and lifted Zack. Prad, the big iron fist landed one punch after another on his still handsome face.

Zack. Prad was half-kneeling on the ground, his entire face stained bright red with blood from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and he looked terrifying.

"You...... You dare to beat me, you know me...... Ah...... "Zach." Prad pointed his trembling finger at Feng Yi and shouted, but at the end of his words, he saw Feng Yi's leg kick his stomach like the wind, his voice suddenly stopped, and his body bowed together like a prawn.