Hearing this slightly hoarse voice, Pan Chan's face immediately changed, and she turned around and ran, without any intention of going in and being tortured obediently. Qin Ge glanced at Youlan Mu and turned to leave.

"The little rabbit is running very fast, Li Mu, come in." The shouts of the elders resounded in the apse.

Youlan Mu hesitated, but finally pushed open the stone door between the front hall and the back hall, and walked straight in.

He was also a little surprised that there was no decoration in the apse, only a bunch of messy futons were laid on the stone slabs of the empty inner hall, there was no color ink on the white-brushed walls, and there were a few dusty cobwebs hanging on the corners.

Could this be where the elders of the outer church enforce the law? Youlan Mu was a little skeptical that he had come to the wrong place.

At this moment, there is only one rosacea old man in the hall carrying a wine gourd lying on the futon, sometimes holding the wine gourd and taking a small sip on the side of his mouth, with a look of enjoyment, and the whole apse is filled with a faint mellow smell of wine.

This is an old man who looks to be sixty or seventy years old, wearing the red clothes exclusive to the elders of the Tianxuan Sect, his face is a little compact, with a slender mustache, narrow and small eye slits, and the most eye-catching thing is the red rosacea, which looks like a wine stopper soaked in red wine, thick and rough.

Youlan Mu straightened his clothes, stepped forward and said, "Disciple Li Mu visits the elder." ”

"It's quite kind, dare to start beating the guard disciples in the outer hall." The rosacea-nosed old man pinched the corner of his mustache and said with a slight squint.

"The disciple is a little impulsive." Facing the elders of the foundation building period, Youlan Mu thought that there should still be an attitude, not to mention that he came to receive the waist card of the outer disciple to see if he could get the mental method of the seventh layer of the battle spell, and he was naturally more respectful in his behavior.

But who knew that Youlanmu's admitting mistake would cause the old man to be dissatisfied.

The rosacea-nosed old man waved his hand and shouted, ", if you hit it, you will fight, the outer hall will come in, and the inner hall will be killed, if you don't even have this bit of courage, you won't cultivate much." ”

Hearing this, Youlan Mu was stunned, and she couldn't figure out whether he was beating people in the outer hall, whether it was wrong or right.

"Wait, Li Mu... Why does the name sound so familiar? Ah, by the way, it's you kid, you are the Li Mu who rolled down from the snowy mountain? The rosacea-nosed old man seemed to remember something, and he was startled.

"It's the disciple." Youlan Mu replied, wondering how the other party would mention this matter.

"Sure enough, it's you, good boy, you haven't seen you for a few years and you have cultivated to the seventh layer of qi refining, you dared to roll down from the snowy mountain back then, and today you dare to do it in the outer hall, you are ruthless enough, I like it very much, old man!" The rosacea-nosed old man poured a sip of spirits with his head up, held the gourd and shouted, "Cool! Do you want a bite of it, boy? ”

Sensing the faint aura emanating from the gourd, Youlan Mu was surprised in his heart, took the gourd with both hands, raised his head and poured a sip into his neck like drinking boiled water, the cold feeling spread to the tongue coating, and the rich aura filled Youlan Mu's mouth, which shocked his spirit.

But before Youlan Mu could enjoy this wonderful feeling, a burning sensation suddenly came out of the depths of his throat, and he choked on his breath and squirted out the remaining wine in his mouth.

"Ahem." Youlan Mu's face turned red, holding his burning throat and coughing, the hot feeling in his throat made him very uncomfortable.

This spirit wine was originally very strong, and in order to satisfy his strange habits, the old man with rosacea added a few more medicinal herbs to it, raising the strength of the spirit wine to a higher level. The first time Youlan Mu drank alcohol, he poured it into his throat like drinking water, and he didn't choke out tears and snot, which was already very good.

Seeing Youlanmu's embarrassed appearance, the rosacea old man was happy to pat his legs and laugh loudly, he didn't care about the identity of the elders, and mocked Youlanmu mercilessly.

"Haha! Look at your kid's unpromising appearance, a sip of spiritual wine choked you into this virtue, it really laughed at me. The old man laughed maniacally, as if he had succeeded in his plot.

Seeing that the old man with a rosacea was about to stick to the floor with a smile, Youlan Mu's face turned dark, and he was unwilling to admit defeat and raised the wine gourd and poured it into his throat again, he closed his eyes tightly, swallowed in pain, and was forced to drink half of the gourd's spirit wine by him in the blink of an eye.

"Stinky boy, leave me some!" Seeing Youlanmu's actions, the rosacea old man was startled, immediately jumped up from the ground, snatched the wine gourd, and looked into the wine gourd with one eye in distress.

This wine is not an ordinary spirit made from sorghum, but a high-grade spirit wine made from spirit fruit and high-grade spirit valley.

Originally, the rosacea old man was just interested together, and he rewarded the other party with a sip when he saw Youlan Mu, who knew that the spirit wine of the half-gourd under this reward would be gone, and the rosacea old man who hurt was the same as losing his grandson.

"Damn! There is only a small half gourd left, and you animal has ruined all the good wine of Lao Tzu. The rosacea old man pointed at Youlan Mu and scolded, and a little saliva splashed on Youlan Mu's face without money, just like rain,

"Didn't you make me drink it?" Youlan Mu replied with a wine burp, her face gradually flushed with ruddy, warm and indescribably comfortable.

"Then you can't be too realistic! Just drink it, the word 'polite', do you understand! "The rosacea-nosed old man felt like he was going mad. Not only did he feel sorry for the spirit wine, but he was even more angry at Youlan Mu's urge to swallow the spirit wine like drinking water, which was the greatest blasphemy against the wine, which was intolerable to any alcoholic.

Looking at the rosacea old man stamping his feet angrily, Youlan Mu showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Make you dare to laugh at me." Youlan Mu said secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, after Youlan Mu felt the spirit wine into his stomach, a hot current slowly surged in his abdomen, and the spiritual energy was vigorous, rushing straight to the top of his head, which made Youlan Mu very surprised, and in addition to being surprised by the effect of the spirit wine, he immediately ran the battle trick to guide the flow of that spiritual energy in the meridians.

As more and more spiritual energy surged up in his abdomen, Youlan Mu's sea of qi began to speed up like a shark smelling blood, and round after round of spiritual power fluctuations came out, surging forward in the meridians.

Seeing that the spiritual power fluctuations were directly superimposed to the fourteenth round, Youlan Mu didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly sat on the ground, concentrating on the operation of the battle technique, guiding the spiritual power fluctuations back to the dantian, and the opportunity to accumulate spiritual power Youlan Mu would not miss it.

However, Youlan Mu still underestimated the medicinal properties of the rosacea old man's spiritual wine, the aura was like a lit musk, exuding a fragrant and attractive taste, and it was involuntarily sucked away by the sea of qi, and the spiritual power reserves in Youlan Mu's body had reached a state of saturation, and now it was suddenly squeezed into a large amount of aura, which made the meridians of Youlan Mu a little bulging.

Youlan Mu's heart moved, since he could no longer absorb the aura, he simply consumed this aura to impact the eighty percent of the qi refining, Youlan Mu was ruthless, and directly pulled the fourteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations to crash into the eighth layer of the dantian's barrier.

There was a muffled sound of "hum", Youlan Mu's body shook, and the qi and blood that were shocked by the power of the countershock surged, but a closer look at the eighth layer of the dantian barrier was still immovable.

Youlan Mu was annoyed, coupled with the strength of the wine that slowly came up, Youlan Mu fearlessly rolled up round after round of spiritual power fluctuations, bombarding the dantian barrier like a madman, making a "dong dong" sound.

On weekdays, Youlan Mu rushes to break the wall and first uses spiritual power fluctuations to grind along the edge of the dantian barrier a little bit, and when the dantian barrier is very thin, he will rush to the level and advance.

But now, backed by the aura emitted by the spirit wine, Youlan Mu continues to consume spiritual power like a landlord, impacting the dantian barrier, and the spiritual power fluctuations are knocked away one after another, and more spiritual power fluctuations are making a comeback.

The rosacea-nosed old man who was close at hand naturally heard the movement in Youlan Mu's body, and also noticed that Youlan Mu was breaking through the wall, and couldn't help but look at Youlan Mu with a serious expression. He was not only surprised by the tenacity of Youlan Mu, and his body was so shocked that he refused to stop trembling, but he was even more surprised by the thickness of the barrier of Youlan Mu's dantian.

The rosacea-nosed old man pinched his mustache and thought to himself, "With the impact frequency and power of the current fourteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations, if it were someone else, he would have been promoted twice, but this kid actually has no signs of promotion." What kind of thickness does this dantian have to be in order to make the seventh layer of the battle spell return in vain, you must know that the battle trick is famous for breaking through the wall. ”

The rosacea old man rarely opened his hazy drunken eyes, and looked at Youlan Mu seriously, which can be regarded as a new acquaintance with this wild boy who devoured his half-gourd spirit wine.

After sixty full rushes, there was not much spiritual power left in Youlan Mu's body, and the medicinal properties of the spirit wine gradually began to dissipate, but the strength of the spirit wine climbed to the highest point, Youlan Mu's eyes began to be a little confused, and the flushed cheeks were easily reminiscent of the drunk man on the street, but he still sat there straight, subconsciously impacting the dantian barrier.

"The obsession is so deep, I can still break through the wall when I am drunk, and I am worthy of being a person in my wine." The rosacea-nosed old man's eyes lit up, and his mustache straightened, as if he had touched his best friend in the cup. Wine can be intoxicating, but people can't be drunk, and this is exactly the demeanor of the person in the cup.

Feeling the last spiritual power left in his body, Youlan Mu burped, and directly turned over fifteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations, manic spiritual power fluctuations poured over the meridians, under the anesthesia of alcohol, Youlan Mu no longer felt much pain, guiding fifteen rounds of spiritual power fluctuations to hit the center of the dantian barrier exactly the same.

Just listen to "Knock! With a muffled sound, Youlan Mu's body shook, and a line of blood slid down the corner of his mouth.

"Hell, it cracked a little crack." Youlan Mu scolded in a low voice, then his face swayed, and he fell straight down.

The rosacea old man was startled, and immediately stepped forward to check, and found that Youlan Mu was just drunk, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Youlan Mu lying on the ground like a dead pig, the rosacea old man kicked Youlan Mu angrily, and scolded, "Stinky boy, swallow half of my gourd spirit wine in one go, and dare to rush through Lao Tzu's territory and let Lao Tzu protect you, it's really embarrassing for you." It's too rampant to rush to the level, and still lie here and sleep. ”

The rosacea-nosed old man seemed to be still puzzled, and shouted out the door, "Someone! Pull this boy out for me and whip him ten times, and then press him to the Flame Hell for ten days of hard labor. ”

Hearing the elder's order, several guard disciples immediately rushed to Youlan Mu.