"It's really not easy for you old drunkard, you must have spent a lot of money on this pot of wine. Although the old man spoke rigidly, it was not as good as before, and the eyes that looked at the old drunkard had no disdain, and he never imagined that this old drunkard could brew such a divine thing.

The geniuses who were immediately standing on the square shook their bodies, received the transmission from the elders of the family, and when they looked at the wine gourd, there was no fear in their eyes, but extreme fanaticism.

The sect master of the Jiuyang Sect finally sighed at this time, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect you to really steal the limelight." But he knew that with the scorching sun fire essence he had attracted, compared to a dream in a hundred years, it was not enough to see at all.

The old drunkard laughed, constantly playing with his rosacea, and said modestly, "This is all expected by me." After speaking, he shook his few eyebrows.

The square was boiling, and the eyes of more than 100 people were glowing green, scrambling to accept the old drunkard's test, but the old drunkard was in high spirits at this time, and instead put up a shelf.

"Everyone, you all know that Pan Mou and I brewed this pot of wine, almost all of my life savings are about to be exhausted, I am naturally very pleased to see so many juniors, but my wine is only a little bit in total, this ......" The old drunkard rubbed his hands and looked at everyone with bright eyes, what he said was indeed the truth, and he had indeed expected this scene in front of him.

Not only was it predicted, but it was also premeditated!

The sect master of the Jiuyang Sect regretted it a little, and he had already let his children wait if he knew it, but everyone also had their own creation, and this could not be forced.

Everyone here is an old man, how can he not hear the meaning of this old drunkard, but he can really say this cheekily, thinking that he is a senior power, even if he sits dry, under the traction of the qi machine, there will be countless good things rolling under his knees. What's more, this old drunkard is notoriously active, and there must be countless good things in his body.

If it is really calculated, I am afraid that his net worth can add up to another hundred and eighty gourds without worry.

But after all, this is someone else's thing, and people don't force you to use it, and the effect is also seen by everyone. The white-eyed old man of Sword Casting Mountain looked at the old drunkard again, and the disdain in his eyes reappeared, not to mention, but even worse than before.

"I'm willing to take out a Ganlin Fruit to make up for the loss of Pan Daoyou, I don't know what the friendship will do?"

"Eh, what is Brother Yijian talking about, I'm also very happy to be able to help my nephew. I didn't expect this old drunkard to know each other so well, the white-eyed old man stretched his brows, and there was kindness in his eyes when he looked at the old drunkard.

"It's just that you also know that the virtuous nephew has always been cultivated by you, and if you drink this wine, you can't say that half of the gourd is gone, and I originally hoped that everyone could share a little profit and make a modest contribution to the cultivation world of my human world. ”

"One Ganlin Fruit, plus two taels of sea silver sand!" The more the white-eyed old man listened, the more wrong he became, he had cultivated swords all his life, and he had a strong temperament, so he shouted out angrily.

"Huh, Wanhai Yinsha, this is a good thing, in this case, this virtuous nephew, you come forward. ”

When the young man stepped forward, the old drunkard's fingers moved, and suddenly a crystal silk thread flew out of the gourd.

"Whew, good fellow, nine hundred and thirty-two pounds!"

"What, it's so much different!"

"The background of the great sect is so profound!"

The young man immediately fainted, and of course he could not hear so much, and the white-eyed old man hurried forward and took the young man in his arms before he fell to the ground.

Immediately, a sound of ridicule came: "Yijian, this old guy, is really a disciple of his own disciple." "This man was dressed in a withered yellow dress, and just standing there, there was a sense of dusk that enveloped him, and although it didn't feel very good, it made people feel unusually beautiful.

As the saying goes, the most beautiful is the sunset red, but how long can the sunset last?

"I'll take out a beam of sunset divine light according to Xishan, Meng Yuan, you go up!"

The old man seemed to be extremely confident in what he had taken out, and he didn't even ask, and let his disciple go up.

"Okay! The withered vine Taoist is really generous, Meng Xian's nephew is full of heaven, it is the posture of heaven and man, and it is also very much liked by me, today I will take this opportunity to take out the things I have always wanted to give to Meng Xian's nephew." I saw the old drunkard take out a pocket version of a small gourd from his waist, and muttered in a low voice: "This is the original pulp, I really feel sorry for me." ”

Although his muttering was small, it was specially said to everyone, and as soon as the withered vine ancestor of Zhaoxi Mountain heard this, he immediately felt happy in his heart, and secretly said that he had made the right bet in this game.

The sunset divine light is extremely precious, even if it can be condensed in their sect, it has only accumulated dozens of bundles in the past 10,000 years, and this bundle can be turned into a hundred wisps.

The white-eyed old man blew his beard and glared, how did he know that rosacea had already settled all this, if he hadn't come to throw bricks and lead the jade...... Hey.

"One drop of this puree is worth a thousand catties of wine, it's not that the old man and I are stingy, but too much, and you can't be blessed with your nephew!"

As soon as he slapped the gourd, the stopper loosened, and just when everyone thought he was going to pull it up, the stopper just spun, and as it rotated, a drop of wine gradually condensed...... Where is this pouring wine, this is obviously sucking the moisture.

When he ascended, the face of the withered vine ancestor changed color, making people look like a sun about to go down, gloomy and terrifying, in stark contrast to the vigor of Jiuyang Palace.

The old drunkard flicked his fingers, and that drop of wine entered Meng Yuan's mouth, and then with a "boom" explosion, it actually split a blast directly from the sky, impartial, just above Meng Yuan's heavenly spirit.

This heavenly thunder is formless and colorless, but the people present are all well-informed, especially the sect master of Jiuyang Palace, who blurted out: "Could this be ...... Tuohailei?"

"Yes, yes, alas, now that I think about it, I still feel like I'm losing money. The old drunkard winked at the withered vine ancestor and said sarcastically.

At this time, everyone also understood that Tuohai Thunder is also a kind of heavenly tribulation, which can broaden people's knowledge, but they didn't expect this puree to be able to separate this kind of thunder. What this old drunkard said is really right, with this kind of power, I am afraid that even a little more, it may cost Meng Yuan's life. Everyone present immediately became anxious.

"I'm ...... the Purple Words Sect"

"My Wind Cave ......"

"I'm ...... in Luoxia Mountain"

The old drunkard's eyes narrowed into two crescents, and his old face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he kept shaking his eyebrows, and shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoists, don't worry, they all have them, they all have ......."

......

He Jun held this seven-colored strange flower in his hand, and he didn't know how to put it in his mouth when he looked left and right, so he simply stuffed the whole flower into his mouth at once, and then kept chewing, the taste was good, and he couldn't stop. He Jun didn't feel it at all, the moment the flower entered his mouth again, the petals had already separated from the branches and flew straight to his abdomen.

The abdomen was originally unusual, and it was no different from the usual, but as soon as the seven-colored petals approached, a strong wind blew immediately, and when the river and the sea were overturned, there were five holes in the place below the original navel.

The entrance to the cave was pitch black, and I didn't know where it leads. From the cracks behind He Jun, a steady stream of spiritual energy came out, rapidly converging towards He Jun, constantly being absorbed by He Jun's body, and then constantly absorbed by these five black holes, so that in the end, He Jun's body couldn't even keep a trace.

He Jun was chewing hard, and suddenly his complexion changed, and he felt that the abdominal pain was unbearable, and a wave of coolness came out of his abdomen, and he secretly said badly: It can't be that he has a bad stomach.

I have long known that the disease comes from the mouth, so why is it still not taboo.

He Jun's will is extremely strong, but he has been tempered by the fire of karma, and this abdominal pain is not painful for him at all. However, at this moment, the seven flower sides suddenly separated, and there were red, yellow, green, blue, and orange petals, each of which happened to be aimed at a hole, and then rushed up.

"Boom!"

He Jun's body was originally absorbing spiritual power on its own, and now the petals blocked the entrance to the cave, and the remaining indigo and purple colors were actually entangled with each other, and in the rapid rotation, a great suction force was generated, and with the continuous inhalation of the external spiritual energy, it was faint, forming a milky white cyclone.

He Jun was simply immortal at this time, he only felt that his lower abdomen was itching and unbearable, and he couldn't say whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable, he just wanted all this to stop quickly, but all this was indeed about to stop, and the aura that overflowed from the crack connecting the human world and the earth had all been absorbed by He Jun.

Under the inability to suck, He Jun's ** spontaneously began to absorb the energy of the crack itself, this energy is majestic and huge, and it only fills He Jun's body in an instant, just when He Jun thought that he was going to explode and die, he suddenly felt that his body had become much bigger.

But even so, this energy still quickly filled his body, and after a burst of psychedelic feelings, He Jun found that his body had become bigger again.

The two petals in the lower abdomen continue to rotate, a large amount of energy is absorbed, and then compressed into a thin layer, which is spread on top of the five petals below, layer by layer, as if laying a layer of foundation for the future high-rise building.

The crack behind He Jun flickered and flickered, and it seemed that it was going to close at any time, but for some reason, he just stubbornly stuck there.

He Jun glanced at the crack, and suddenly felt something, and carefully chased the grass and trees around him, as if he wanted to remember all this in his mind.

Finally, there was a pain in his lower abdomen, and after a concussion, he actually held up a small space in it. There was a pale white cyclone slowly spinning.

At this moment, the black hole behind He Jun suddenly erupted with a huge suction, which sucked him in at once.

The crack immediately disappeared into invisibility, and this place was now so normal, when a gust of wind blew and a few insects chirped.