Obviously, the forbidden light that appeared in front of him was the divine figure formed by his earlier use of the array of thoughts, such a divine figure not only helped Xue Zhen get the key to understanding, but also obtained a lot of valuable clues under Xue Zhen's deliberate guidance.

And at this moment, when Xue Zhen looked at the extremely vague divine figure, he found that in the seven days when he was brewing the Golden Green Brew, the man in the green shirt, Lu Chengliu, actually appeared in the garden more than once, and at the beginning, he was still with the low-level monk who led the way, for this reason, Xue Zhen was naturally able to guess some. However, why did Lu Chengliu target him, and why he still seemed to hold on to it until now, Xue Zhen never understood.

Xue Zhen at this moment, after knowing this, instantly appeared an unspeakable color, lowered his head and pondered for a while, Xue Zhen immediately took out the half bottle of spirit wine in the storage ring, and flicked his fingers violently, the bottle cap and the prohibition on it had been taken off, and then, Xue Zhen had already pinched the magic trick, with a faint bloodshot flashing in his hand, Xue Zhen's face was cold, and the bloodshot immediately went away with a soft breeze, and in a blink of an eye, it had fallen into the small bottle.

Looking at this half bottle of Golden Green Brew carefully, the divine thought also fell in, and after seriously distinguishing it for a while, Xue Zhen took it back, and finally nodded, and said softly:

"No matter what your reason, if you really want to do that kind of thing that makes Xue embarrassed again this time, Xue Zhen will definitely not make you feel better!"

After half a bottle of Golden Green Brewing Spirit Wine was resealed and withdrawn, Xue Zhen quickly concocted another full bottle of Golden Green Brew in the same way, and after feeling the same, Xue Zhen cleaned up the one in the room, left the room, and then walked towards the exit of the garden, and soon after, Xue Zhen met the low-level monk who was guarding the gate of the garden again.

"Meet the Immortal Senior!"

"Take me to the main hall where the fighting competition will be held!" Xue Zhen said in a faint voice.

Although this person stood with Lu Chengliu, Xue Zhen naturally understood that this person was only forced to do so, and he didn't have any intention of blaming this person. The low-level monk obviously didn't know about this floor, and when he heard Xue Zhen propose to go to the Dou Sai Hall, he actually had a kind of joy to show his face, and a kind of joy was still hanging on his face without concealment, and he even forgot the polite gesture of invitation, and immediately walked towards a long corridor outside the garden.

Seeing this, Xue Zhen shook his head and chuckled, and immediately followed. The low-level monk who led the way in front of him walked in a hurry, so anxious that he even got a little forgetful, as if he had forgotten that he was just leading the way, Xue Zhen naturally didn't bother with him too much, and followed him closely. Soon, Xue Zhen reached in front of a huge hall with a beam height of more than 30 zhang and a carved dragon and phoenix.

Standing in front of this huge hall, what Xue Zhen can intuitively see is the two huge pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the others are only the top of the hall, the kind of eaves floating outside, the jade is cold, the ash is mysterious, and the eaves of the hall show a sense of mystery, but the eaves of this hall are simply formed, but they give people a kind of majesty, an indisputable majesty.

The entire hall, except for the eaves and carved pillars, the rest of the hall is covered with a forbidden curtain, silent, shadowless, invisible, not even a little smell of wine wafts out, coming here, if Xue Zhen notices the low-level monk, he will see the look of disappointment on this person's face.

Perhaps sensing that the formation of the light curtain was just an ordinary illusion forbidden, Xue Zhen didn't stop for a moment, and immediately floated away, straight through this huge light curtain, and went straight into such a large hall, and the low-level monks outside could only sigh, a little lost, a little unwilling, and finally turned around and left the palace gate.

"Everyone, this wine competition was won by the meridian fragrance of the Celebrant of the Celebrant of the Celebration of Cambodia!"

Xue Zhen just flashed into this hall, the familiar voice, the voice from the fresh drunken dream, had already made an announcement, Xue Zhen heard the words and immediately floated a trace of inexplicable surprise, a trace of loss, but he also quickly swept his gaze away from the entire huge hall.

In the hall, it can be called empty, surrounded by forbidden curtains in all directions, these forbidden curtains Xue Zhen can see the severity of them, some are just phantom forbidden in the barrier, and some are real prohibitions, and in this hall with a size of seventy or eighty acres, Xue Zhen is directly opposite the position, on a third-order platform, the bright nine-foot giant chair is reflected in the crimson, and the white-shirted monk Xian Drunken Dream is sitting steadily, looking not angry and mighty.

Standing on the right side of Xian Zuimeng is the man in green shirt, Lu Chengliu, on the left is the two second-order monks, and under the third step, there are more than ten monks in various clothes, mainly immortal-level monks, among them, there are two Mahayana monks, among them, the brocade-robed man is in the ranks, as for Ling Zilang, he is really not among them.

In the hall, bursts of wine aroma still came to his nose, and Xue Zhen could barely distinguish that it should only be just three or two kinds of wine aromas, and the other spirit wine aromas may have been expelled or artificially dispersed by the prohibition in the hall.

At this time, seeing Xue Zhen such a monk walking in, those unknown participating monks came over, Qing Khan came with a faint smile, and the two immortal monks on the steps gathered their eyebrows and looked at each other, not knowing what to think, Lu Chengliu was a cold sneer on his face, and the Xian Drunk Dream on the seat had a trace of astonishment, the moment he saw Xue Zhen, the Xian Drunk Dream couldn't help but exhale lightly, and then went to say:

"Xue Daoyou, you seem to be a step too late!"

"Senior Xie Xian cares! This matter is not tight, Xue is late, there is nothing to say!" Xue Zhen said surprisingly calmly at this moment.

Hearing this, Xian Drunken Dream had to be indifferent, and looked at Xue Zhen, he didn't find that Xue Zhen had any resentment, and when he was thinking about it, a voice, a voice that Xue Zhen was a little familiar with but not very familiar appeared.

Qing Mou felt that since Xue Daoyou came, his spirit wine would naturally be brought, why not take it out and let everyone taste one or two, if it is really better than Qing's meridian fragrance, Qing Mou Rangxian will never have any opinions. ”

The person who spoke was undoubtedly the brocade-robed man Qing Khan, at this time, I don't know whether it was Cheng Dù, who was confident and conceited, or out of other considerations, he actually took out his quota again to fight, which made the monks present can't help but whisper for it.

"What is he going to do!"

"Didn't he know that with such a decision, a good guest seat would probably be ruined because of this?"

"Who knows! At least I can't!"

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