Lin Fan sat leisurely on a luxurious chair and watched a graceful woman in front of him place a beautifully sealed jar of Yunling wine in front of him.

Twenty jars of fine wine were gathered, Huang Zhenbai casually slapped open the mud seal of a jar of fine wine, got up and said: "This banquet Lin Fanxian's nephew and Ji's niece are only for two things, one is that we want to buy some things in the sword ruins, and the other is to congratulate Lin Fanxian's nephew on his cultivation of the old ancestor Qingyan for a thousand miles, although there are some small misunderstandings between you and me, but they are all small things, I should drink this wine and laugh."

He raised his hand and held the wine jar high, and drank it all like a long dragon absorbing water, and the aroma of the wine wafting around was incomparably sweet.

Lin Fan had never tasted wine in his life, and he was curious, he was also like Huang Zhenbai, patting open a jar of wine and drinking it all.

The entrance of the wine was like a fire snake, and the swallowing belly rose and rolled in the chest, and a touch of blush suddenly appeared on Lin Fan's cheeks.

Lin Fan's body was like a flame rising at this time, and the violent alcohol power burned along the meridians of his vitality, as if he wanted to set Lin Fan on fire.

Yunling wine itself is like a fire, and it relies on this flame-like power to purify the monk's vitality.

It's a pity that Lin Fan's body has been calcined by the purple flame, and he has already become an innocent body.

At this point, the flesh and blood all over his body were very interested in the power of wine.

The cells of his whole body began to devour the power of wine, and after a few breaths, Lin Fan's face returned to normal, and his musculoskeletal body felt and thirsty.

His face was intoxicated, and he looked at the elders who were about to see the joke with a shy face, and said embarrassedly, "Can I drink more?"

Huang Zhenbai was overjoyed when he heard this, and muttered in his heart: "Hehe, you are letting you drink, wait until you drink high, and then talk about the transaction of items in the Sword Ruins, and then I will definitely let you spit back all the spirit stones we spent."

He pretended to be very concerned on the surface, and said with a forced expression of embarrassment: "Virtuous nephew, you are still young, your cultivation is still shallow, I am afraid that it is not appropriate to drink too much, of course, if you drink to the point of refining the vitality, I think you are drinking three jars properly!"

Huang Zhenbai's words made Ji Wuwu frown slightly, and she raised her eyes to give Lin Fan a look of refusal, after all, this wine is the appearance of Jindan cultivation who can drink four or five jars.

Lin Fan felt a strong feeling of hunger and thirst from all over his body at this time, and he shook his head vigorously, which made Elder Huang, who thought that the fish had taken the bait, a little disappointed.

casually slapped more than a dozen wine jars in front of him, and Lin Fan said in an opposing tone: "If the elder wants to invite today, I want to have fun, I will drink a few jars and eat on it first!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan opened his mouth and sucked hard.

More than a dozen white crystal wine lines suddenly flew out in the wine jar, converging into a thick column of water in the air and flowing backwards into Lin Fan's mouth.

More than a dozen jars of wine were swallowed into Lin Fan's abdomen, and his flat lower abdomen was high and bulging at this time.

A fiery snake erupted from Lin Fan's mouth and nose, his face turned as blue as blood, and his straight and vigorous body swayed in all directions.

Looking at Lin Fan, who kept swaying, Mei Baichuan glared at Huang Zhenbai, who was a little at a loss.

After all, he also had a deep friendship with Lin Fan's father, and he always wanted to marry his daughter to Lin Fan as a Taoist couple.

If it weren't for his fear, the matter would have been decided a long time ago, but unfortunately Mei Hanxue came to the door to bully Lin Fan and cut off the matter, otherwise he wouldn't have the heart to calculate Lin Fan with Huang Zhenbai.

Ji Wuwu was anxious, and wanted to reach out to support Lin Fan, after all, the two came together, and he had to care about Lin Fan to some extent.

The four of them reached out to Lin Fan at the same time, and at the moment they just touched Lin Fan.

He looked up to the sky and spewed out a curling cloud of green smoke, and his high bulging abdomen quickly recovered.

The blood-red cheeks also slowly recovered, and after a long time, Lin Fan let out a satisfied moan and said loudly, "Good wine!"

Then he sat comfortably in the chair behind him, and said urgingly: "Elder Huang, see if it's time to serve the food, I'm really hungry now, and I'll go back to the mountain early after eating."

When he looked up, Lin Fan's eyes were crystal clear, where was there any drunkenness, even the sword marks on his cheeks disappeared, and a young and handsome cheek had a faint chuckle.

Monster!

Retracting the arm that was handed out, several people cursed secretly in their hearts.

Looking at Lin Fan with an expectant face, Huang Zhenbai had no choice but to ask the store to bring the ordered dishes to the table.

Lin Fan, who had never eaten such a delicacy since he was a child, was like a tiger entering the flock of sheep, and he ate a lot.

Even the seemingly petite Ji Wuwu has not been tasted.

Huang Zhenbai gave the two elders beside him a look, meaning to say: "What are you waiting for, hurry up and get off the chopsticks, you must eat most of the delicacies on this table, so that you can give yourself relief."

He curled his sleeves, put down his chopsticks like flying, and was just about to smack on a fat lobster, when he felt a flower in front of him, and a greasy palm grabbed the whole prawn first, and swallowed the belt meat in one bite.

He was a little unwilling, and turned his chopsticks like a sword to stab at another prawn.

At this time, Ji Wuwu gracefully turned the rotating tabletop, and the sharp chopsticks in Elder Huang's hand pierced a piece of tiger meat of up to two catties.

He struggled suddenly in his heart, I want to eat ink lobster, I must not let this little tiger meat delay time, his wrist trembled slightly, the long chopsticks trembled slightly, and the tiger meat on the chopsticks suddenly slipped off.

Raising his chopsticks, before he could react, his four palms suddenly ripped away all the prawns on the plate.

Huang Zhenbai looked remorseful at this time, how could he let a small piece of tiger meat delay such a precious time, he rolled his eyes, picked up a huge soup spoon in front of him, and slowly poked it down the edge of the basin containing abalone.

He felt proud in his heart, you know, eating this abalone can be explained, touch the side and sink the bottom, light and slow up, so that you can scoop half a pot of abalone in a spoon.

Huang Zhenbai's huge soup spoon slowly slid through the bottom of the basin, and at this time he was like a master fisherman, and all his movements were so harmonious.

The slight friction on the soup spoon made him clearly feel the heavy weight in his hand, he frowned slightly, and his heart was happy, the abalone he caught with this spoon was afraid that it could also be worth thousands of spirit stones, but fortunately he was not too much of a loss.

This is, Lin Fan seemed to be a little impatient and choked on something, he hurriedly got up, picked up the whole pot of abalone, didn't look at it, was looking sorry, Huang Zhenbai, who was carrying a huge soup spoon in his hand, put the whole abalone with soup and water into his mouth.

Huang Zhenbai's face was distorted, his heart kept dripping blood, he shook off the soup spoon in his hand, and grabbed the plate with tiger meat with both hands.

Ji Wuwu took out a huge pocket in the storage ring at this time, and at the moment when Huang Zhenbai's hands came, he put the whole plate of tiger meat into the bag, and said apologetically: "If you seniors don't mind, let your niece make a bag, and in the future, you can remember the care of your predecessors in the sword ruins."

Huang Zhenbai's volley palm suddenly turned into a breeze, with a smile on his face, he tied the pocket on the table, handed it into Ji Wuwu's hand, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Look at my memory, I knew that my niece was working hard in the sword ruins, I'm afraid that you usually use dry food to satisfy your hunger, or I'm asking the store to cut twenty catties of good tiger meat for you and pack it, so that it can also show that we care about you!"

Looking at Huang Zhenbai with a smile on his face, Ji Wuwu hesitated, and said in a somewhat shy voice: "Since my uncle is so gracious, how dare I refuse, my niece would like to thank you for your care from your predecessors."

After speaking, she shouted loudly: "The store will cut another twenty catties of good tiger meat, marinate it with good marinade, and then pack it and bring it, and the account will be calculated on Elder Huang!"

Huang Zhenbai's cheeks twitched suddenly, and his heart was like a knife, it was a fourth-order tiger meat, don't look at it as only twenty catties, but it is worth three thousand spirit stones in this store.

Covering his chest lightly with his hands, tears appeared in his eyes, he really regretted it, why was he so cheap.

Lin Fan, who was on the side, said with a big mouth full of grease stains: "Elder Huang is so emotional, he must really care about Senior Sister, I think it is better to take away the little spirit wine left, maybe so that Senior Huang can feel at ease."

Before Huang Zhenbai nodded, the two of them put the remaining spirit wine into the storage ring one by one.

After packing the tiger meat sent by the store in a bag, and picking up a few exquisite porcelain bowls on the table and stuffing them into the storage ring, the two reluctantly said goodbye to the three of them and walked out of the restaurant and disappeared into the stone path back to the mountain.

Huang Zhenbai and the three of them looked confused, and stood in front of the building for a while before screaming.

"Damn, we haven't talked about serious things yet, we can't let them play monkeys."

At this time, the afternoon sun shone fiercely on their iron cheeks, and after a period of silence, several people looked at each other and said with a smile: "It seems to be a bit of a scoundrel, but you and I lost, since ancient times heroes came out of youth, the ancients never deceived me."

Winding up the stone steps, Lin Fan and Ji Wuwu walked side by side.

Looking at Lin Fan's handsome cheeks, Ji Wuwu asked curiously: "The sword marks on your face have disappeared, you must know that there is a strong venom on the sword body!"

Lin Fan looked at the scars on Ji Wuwu's cheeks with clear eyes and said: "My physique is a little special, I have an extremely strong recovery ability, I am not afraid of any toxins, but I also have shortcomings, that is, I keep absorbing the cultivation in my body, otherwise I would not only have an extraordinary realm."

"How can you do alchemy?Otherwise, how can you say that you will be able to heal my sword marks within three days?"

The breeze gently lifted Ji Wuwu's hair, and the flying hair gently brushed Lin Fan's cheeks.

It made Lin Fan feel a silky and delicate slight itch.

He suddenly remembered the Dan technique that he had practiced hard for Lan Mei'er in his predecessor, and he was a little distracted for a while.

After stepping on a few stone steps, Lin Fan stopped, looked at the senior sister beside him who couldn't even draw his eyebrows, and said softly: "Alchemy, I won't, but I have my own blood to remove the scars on your cheeks, after all, my blood also has superb abilities."

As he spoke, Lin Fan bit his finger, and a stream of bright red blood slowly oozed out.

He carefully slid his fingers over the scars on Ji Wuwu's cheeks, foaming the blood evenly on the long sword marks.

Ji Wuwu's body was a little stiff at first, but then he relaxed, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Lin Fan with a focused face.

The breeze blowing in the mountains made the snow-white clothes of the two dance in the wind.

From a distance, it looks like a pair of lovers who depend on each other.

After a long time, Lin Fan took a long breath, and a slight sweat stain appeared on his handsome cheeks.

Ji Wuwu turned his head to look at the Immortal Mountain towering into the clouds, took out the silver mask in his arms and gently buckled it on his cheek.

The sword light flashed, his figure rose in the air, looked at Lin Fan who was looking up at him on the ground, and said loudly: "Three days later, go to the sword market at noon, I hope that the senior brother will prepare early!"

Through the mask, her eyes flashed, and she said softly in her heart: "I wish to have one heart, and my white head is not separated, this mask cannot be taken off unless I am a senior brother!"

The sword was like a flying hong, and the lightning shot into the clouds, and after a few breaths, Ji Wuwu disappeared from Lin Fan's sight;