Yan Wei didn't seem to have enough alcohol, and he drank high after three glasses, his face was flushed, and he had a big tongue when he spoke. He picked up the flask on the table, staggered to his feet, and walked to the table behind him.

There were three people sitting at the table, two men and one woman, all of whom looked to be in their thirties.

Yan Wei "clanged" the wine jug, put it on the table, and shouted: "A few Taoist friends, today is a day of great joy, my two friends don't drink with me, it's better for you to drink with me, his grandmother's, this wine is really good, drink more!"

The three of them had also drunk, especially the two men, who had drunk more than one pot, when they saw an uninvited guest suddenly appear, and they spoke so unpolitely, and suddenly the fire rose.

One person said: "Where did you come from, where did you get out, grandpa doesn't have the time to accompany you to talk nonsense!"

The other person was much more polite and said, "This fellow Daoist, you have drunk too much, go back and rest, or urge your spiritual power to force the wine out, don't look for trouble." ”

Lao Liu on Mu Qing's table also noticed that Yan Wei was a little wrong, so he wanted to go over and pull him back, but Mu Qing grabbed him and said, "Old Liu, leave him alone, he is a drunken maniac." ”

Lao Liu just wanted to say, "Don't come here nonsense", but when he heard a "bang" behind him, Yan Wei scolded: "Your grandmother's face is shameless, isn't it! If you don't drink with Lao Tzu, don't drink!" Looking back, it turned out that the long table was kicked away by Yan Wei, and the wine and food were scattered all over the three people's faces.

Okay, there is no need for Lao Liu to go over to persuade him, this big drama has already opened, and it can't be contained.

The three of them were suddenly furious, no one could stand such a bullying, the woman still wanted to hold the man, and the man had already punched Yan Wei.

With a "bang", Yan Wei was beaten upside down and flew out, smashing his body on another table, and suddenly got all over his body with food soup and wine.

At this moment, the eyes of the people around him were all attracted to it, and they stared at what was happening.

Yan Wei stood on the table with a carp, shook his hand, held two giant axes in his hands, and scolded, "Dare to do it! Your grandmother's toast will not eat and drink! Lao Tzu will split you into three pieces!"

With that, he swung his axe upward, and the double axe slashed at the man with two strong winds.

Not to be outdone, the man took out a gilded stick from his storage bag and lifted it accordingly.

The surrounding more than a dozen tables of guests stopped eating and drinking, and got up one after another, opened the field, and waited to see the excitement. In front of the attic, those who lined up to offer congratulatory gifts also stopped and looked this way.

Zhu Yinbao and Zhu Qionglin didn't know what was going on here, so why they suddenly fought. Zhu Yinbao wanted to come forward and ask, but today's day is special, and in the face of the monks of the entire Fengzhou, if it is not handled properly, it will leave people with a laughing stock.

He thought about it, but he still stopped, and whispered to a disciple behind him, You go and see why there is a fight, try to persuade it.

The disciple took the order.

Here, Yan Wei and the man were already in a mess, and the sound of sticks and axes clashing was endless.

Those onlookers have a spiritual period and a spiritual crystal period, but no one has the intention of coming up to persuade them, and with today's little bit of wine, one by one they are still fanning the flames.

I heard someone shouting: "That Taoist friend with a double axe, what a domineering strength, I am optimistic about you!"

Another humane: "Brother with a stick, one inch long and one inch strong, don't be a strong opponent, win with calligraphy, I am optimistic about you!"

Yukun applauded on the side, "Work harder, he's about to die, left, right, bottom, cut three sections below!"

There are even good things to open on the spot, betting on the two to win or lose.

This man is also a late stage of spiritual cultivation, but in terms of strength, he is not Yan Wei's opponent, and gradually fell behind, only to see him suddenly urge a law decision, and the golden light flashed all over his body, condensing a transparent golden armor on his neck, chest, shoulders, waist, legs, etc.

"Golden Armor!"

Immediately, someone shouted the name of the calligraphy.

Another person said: "What do you know, this is the armor technique, this person should be the armor removal gate, this is their unique secret technique." ”

Generally speaking, the condensation of spiritual power must reach the spirit crystal stage, but this kind of golden technique called the Imperial Armor Technique is special here, and the monk of the Spirit Movement Period can condense a spiritual power armor on the surface of the body, just like Mu Qing's earth armor technique.

Looking at the scope covered by this golden armor, this person's cultivation of the armor art has been small.

Yan Wei didn't care about any gold armor and silver armor, he still cut it with an axe.

Lao Liu looked at Mu Qing with a sad face, and said in his heart: What kind of friends have you made! Why are you so unbearable, so unslippery, so ignorant of decency, wait a while to wish the family to come, we in Yuxiaomen have to clear up the relationship with these two people, don't be involved.

The disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect rushed over, and before he could get closer, he heard a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

It turned out that when Yan Wei slashed at the golden armor of the man's thigh with an axe, with a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, the golden armor on the man's whole body disappeared in an instant. Although the axe was blocked, it still slashed into the leg, cutting a deep blood groove.

The man was in pain, sat down on the ground with a pop, and the long stick fell to the ground, and in an instant, his complexion changed suddenly, and he looked at his hands with a frightened face, and said, "I, my spiritual power, why can't I mobilize it!"

Yan Wei secretly glanced at Mu Qing, and suddenly his hands were scattered, and the axe fell to the ground, and he also looked at his hands with a frightened expression, and scolded: "His grandmother's, my spiritual power can't be mobilized!"

At this time, everyone on the lookers was stunned. It was clear that the fight was still booming just now, why did these two people say that their spiritual power could not be mobilized?

Yan Wei's acting skills were taught by Yukun and Mu Qing for three whole days.

I saw him suddenly sit down on the ground, covering his dantian with his hands, opening his big mouth, as if he was having trouble breathing, and after a while, he spit out four words with great resentment - "The wine is poisonous!"

The sentence "Poison in wine" shouted heartbreakingly, and the ghost cried wolf, shouting out incomparable grief and pain, as if the tail of a kitten was squeezed by the door.

As soon as these words came out, it was really deafening, and the sound shook the audience.

The monks present looked inward and urged their spiritual power at the same time.

This urge is terrible, the monks only feel that if they exert a slight force, there is nothing unusual, but if they suddenly urge violently, a sense of powerlessness will arise from the dantian, and quickly spread throughout the meridians of the whole body, causing the whole body to be sore, like being struck by lightning!

"What's the matter, I can't mobilize my spiritual power!"

"Mine is ...... too"

"Me ...... too"

"There's poison in the wine—"

"I've only drunk half a pot, and now I'm sore all over!"

"I've drunk two jars, and it's over!"

Not only the monks in the spirit stage, but even the spirit crystal stage, all of them were pale, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Even more cowardly, they immediately released the flying magic weapon, wanting to flee in panic. Of course, he didn't know why he wanted to escape, anyway, he would run away first. However, as soon as he urged the spiritual power, he couldn't even control the flying magic weapon, and it spun around in the air, and then fell down.

A man in the spirit crystal stage stood up, his eyes were like electricity, staring at Zhu Yinbao and said, "Zhu Daoyou, what's going on?"

At the moment when they heard Yan Wei shouting "There is poison in the wine", Zhu Yinbao and Zhu Qionglin also hurriedly urged their spiritual power to try, and sure enough, they found that they had been poisoned, and they couldn't help but be horrified.

Listening to the man's question, Zhu Yinbao's first reaction was: Today, I am afraid that someone has done a game and dug a pit, and he wants to take this opportunity to get rid of the Zhu family and the Xuanhuo Gate, who is the most likely one? Naturally, it is the Seven Flames Gate!

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He ignored the man's question, turned and ran towards the attic.

......

A soundproof magic circle was arranged in the attic so as not to affect the conversation between the two families of Huozhu, so the ten tables of people formed by the core elders and immediate family members of the two sects did not notice the abnormality in the courtyard, and were pushing the cups and changing the lamps.

The Zhu family drank happy wine, but the fire family drank stuffy wine.

I like to drink wine happily, and I feel aggrieved when I drink alcohol.

Looking at Zhu Jinhu's smug face, Huo Lie's anger didn't come anywhere, but he still had to ask for this face, and he still had to get by in terms of etiquette, so he naturally had to drink the wine.

So, Huo Lie proposed that no one should use spiritual power to force out the power of alcohol when drinking today, that is, to drink it really. He made up his mind: Aren't you cows? Aren't you crazy? Lao Tzu will you on the wine table first!

As a result, this happy wine turned into a wine fight, men, women and children all participated, and the wine jars that had been drunk were stacked high, and the two sides did not distinguish between victory and defeat, and the battle was in full swing.

When Zhu Yinbao hurriedly ran in, Zhu Jinhu's eyes were blurred, he hugged Zhu Yinbao, pressed him the table, and said drunkly: "Second child, you ...... You're here just in time, Brother Fire...... Brother Fire drank three bowls...... We wish ...... Zhu family boy, how can he not drink his fire family!"

Zhu Yinbao wanted to pull Zhu Jinhu aside and tell him secretly, but Zhu Jinhu just didn't let him speak, and he had to drink three bowls in a row before he could speak, saying that this was the rule.

Zhu Yinbao really had no choice, kicked the wine table in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Don't drink it!