At this time, what Xue Zhen saw was that the drunken dream of the upper seat of the hall was still in that drunken state, but the man in the green shirt, Lu Chengliu, was in the same step, and in just two or three breaths, he had already appeared on the three stone steps in the hall.

Seeing this, Xue Zhen's heart couldn't help but froze, earlier he had reminded Xian Drunk Dream that his cultivation was just one drop and two drops, and the three drops directly poured by Xian Drunk Dream were not surprising, as for when Xian Drunk Dream would wake up, Xue Zhen was not very sure, but now this man in green shirt Lu Chengliu looked like he was looking for nothing, and Xue Zhen didn't know what to do for a while.

"Lu Daoyou, can't you see that this is just the drunken state of the freshly seniors!" Xue Zhen immediately spoke after a moment of silence.

However, such a man in a green shirt, Lu Chengliu, was silent, without giving Xue Zhen a chance to explain, and had already stepped on the second step, still walking towards Xue Zhen with a murderous look.

"Lu Daoyou, do you really want to shoot Xue indiscriminately?"

However, Lu Chengliu, the man in the green shirt, still didn't look like he was exhausted, he still walked forward, pressing step by step, he had stepped down the steps, and was on the same step as Xue Zhen, Xue Zhen gritted his teeth at the moment, his eyes were angry, and his face became cold in an instant.

"Lu Daoyou! Xue really doesn't understand! You and I have never met, why do you repeatedly target Xue, there must be an explanation!" Xue Zhen continued to speak loudly at this moment, just to ask for an explanation.

But obviously, the man in green shirt, Lu Chengliu, did not have the slightest intention of making a statement, and pressed again and again, and Xue Zhen did not flinch in half a step, and the difference between the two was only about five or six zhang away, Xue Zhen saw this, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his cold color, but the killing intent was only fleeting, but he still did not let go of his cold complexion.

At this time, behind Lu Chengliu, the white-shirted monk was still drunk and sat in the upper seat, and around Xue Zhen, everyone also retreated, at least more than ten zhang away, and the brocade-robed man Qing Cambodia naturally did not expect it, and there was only a look of surprise in his eyes.

And Xue Zhen was at this time the fists in the sleeve robe had been tightly clenched, his eyes were staring at Lu Chengliu opposite, his heart was already thinking of a qiē contingency measures, Lu Chengliu was looking at Xue Zhen in a cold snort, the breath on his body was so strong that he was about to approach the top of the palace, suddenly, in Xue Zhen's ears, he heard a faint light sound, and secretly screamed "not good", a sharp sound of clothes breaking through the air appeared, Lu Chengliu had already jumped up, and it was determined by the arc drawn that it was undoubtedly to attack Xue Zhen.

However, at this point in time, a very strange scene has suddenly appeared, and such a strange scene made the eyes of everyone present widen, but they could hardly see how it happened.

When the green-shirted man Lu Chengliu jumped up, he saw a very faint flash of spiritual light, and Lu Chengliu, who was flying up, disappeared in an instant, disappeared inexplicably, disappeared on the top of Xue Zhen's head where his body jumped red, and completely disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone's eyes, including Xue Zhen's, also focused on the white-shirted monk Xian Zuimeng, who was still seated, and Xian Zuimeng had disappeared from that blurred gaze, and his eyes revealed a kind of refreshed and bright color, and his complexion suddenly recovered to a faint slight condensation, which was a little different from before, but it was like his original color.

"Xue Daoyou! haha......"

The fresh drunken dream that screamed, but suddenly showed a smile, a satisfied smile, a smile that was still unfinished, and the sincerity in the smile brought out sincerity, which made everyone in the hall a little incomprehensible, even Xue Zhen couldn't see through anything, but Xian drunken dream soon began to explain the corresponding doubts.

"Xue Daoyou, the fragrance of your golden green brew is really a bit vulgar, but after tasting it, Xian Mou actually evoked some memories, some memories that have been dusty for many years, not bad!

Hearing this, there was a burst of discussion in the hall again, and the people in the hall gradually gathered around again, and the brocade-robed man Qing Cambodia was naturally among them.

"Haha! To be praised by such a golden immortal as the city lord is naturally not ordinary!"

"Haha! I think so too!"

"Yes, but what is more curious is the memory of the city lord!"

"Hmph, is that what you should be asking?"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Xue Zhen noticed a faint twitch on the face of Xian Zui Meng, and he also understood that Lu Chengliu, who had just bounced up, disappeared inexplicably, and it should be the spiritual domain of Xian Zui Meng, for this reason, everyone did not say anything, and Xue Zhen would not take the initiative.

At this time, in the spiritual realm of fresh drunken dreams, the green-shirted man Lu Chengliu was standing on a verdant land, and when Lu Chengliu looked left and right, he immediately saw a figure flash, which was the white-shirted monk's fresh drunken dream.

"Cheng Liu, what the hell are you doing?"

"Castle Lord! I'm ...... I'm just upholding your majesty!"

"Hmph, don't use the topic to play, this Xue Daoyou is a little similar to him, after all, he is not alone, why do you bother to accept this inexplicable resentment!"

"Castle Lord! I'm ......"

"Actually, your qualifications are not bad, under the careful cultivation of Jiao's predecessors, you have already cultivated the Dharma Body, and the body of the Xuan Immortal is about to be refined, why bother with it, immortality is the foundation of us immortal cultivators, think about it!"

"Castle Lord, I was wrong!"

Hearing this, the white-shirted monk Xian Zuimeng shook his head unconsciously, and later, the white-shirted monk Xian Zuimeng had disappeared without a trace, and on the green grass of the spiritual realm, only Lu Chengliu was left here.

On the top of the hall, Xian Zuimeng has been sitting in his seat, and he has never left at all, and at this time, Xian Zuimeng once again put his eyes on Xue Zhen's body, sighed softly and rushed to the brocade robe man below to look at him, and said:

"Qing Cambodia Daoyou, the aroma of your meridian fragrance does make people feel drunk, and the taste of wine is also very strong, but compared to Xue Zhen Daoyou's Golden Green Wine, Yu Xian is a little worse, do you need to taste one or two?"

Hearing Xian Zui Meng's words, the brocade robe man Qing Cambodia didn't even have any look of surprise exposed, but he just said a word that made Xian Zui Meng feel a little stunned.