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- ¡°There are plenty of opportunities to make friends at the Huntian Banquet, so don¡¯t rush today.¡±
Yan Wushen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
In the palace, there are twenty-four copper pillars, each of which is carved with thousands of spatial inscriptions and nine million strange animal patterns. It seems to be only as thick as three people surrounding it, but the actual diameter and height can support it. There are twenty-four worlds in heaven and earth.
Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Yan Wushen, with his back straight, and said: "Since we are not going to fight today, are you just inviting me to drink?"
"That's right, just drinking."
Yan Wushen smiled and naturally lowered his gaze to the wine bottle on the red copper table.
The wine jug is a tawny clay pot, and the wine glass is made of the same material.
It is no different from pottery fired by mortals. It is very rough and even irregular.
It looked very simple, but Zhang Ruochen saw something unusual. Whether it is a wine pot or a wine glass, they all have an ancient charm, and the shapes and lines are in harmony with the rules of heaven and earth.
No matter where they are placed, they blend in seamlessly with everything there.
Zhang Ruochen said: "This set of wine vessels has been passed down for at least ten Yuanhui catastrophes, and even longer."
"How can you see it?" Yan Wushen said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Everything in the world will leave special traces of time as long as it is aged for a certain period. The traces of time on their surfaces are very deep and very old. I have seen many ancient artifacts, but there is only one The traces of time on the two pieces are comparable to them."
¡°Only ancient vessels are suitable for holding ancient wine.¡±
Yan Wushen sat still. Under the control of his mental power, Tao Zhi's wine bottle slowly flew up and filled the wine glass in front of Zhang Ruochen.
The wine is very ordinary, nothing unusual.
"You may have heard the name of this wine, called Twelve Blossoms. It was given to our ancestors by a god from the Kunlun Realm three Yuanhui ago. I know that Brother Ruochen has a deep affection for the Kunlun Realm. In the hell world, I must miss my hometown, so I specially entered the Yama Temple and took out one of the pots."
"Crash."
Yan Wushen said while pouring himself a drink.
In the extremely distant past, when the heavenly realm and the hell realm had not yet been established, although the major worlds also had deep conflicts with the ten hell clans, they were not incompatible with each other. Some monks still had friendships with each other.
"Twelve flowers bloomed."
Zhang Ruochen read this sentence, suddenly remembered something, showed a look of surprise, and thought to himself: "This is the second-ranked liquor in the history of Kunlun world that the wine madman once mentioned."
Legend has it that the twelve flowers blooming are brewed from Biluozi, and there are only twelve jars in total.
In the Kunlun world, it has long become a masterpiece, and not a drop can be found.
"If there are really twelve flowers in bloom, how can they be so ordinary? Has it been that after three Yuanhui storages, the Jiu Jin has disappeared?"
You know, Zhang Ruochen once drank Long Yan Liquor, which ranks eighth among the spirits.
Only saints can withstand the intensity of Longyan wine. There was once a semi-saint who accidentally drank it and died of spontaneous combustion.
Zhang Ruochen stretched out two fingers and touched the wine glass.
"Chichi!"
An astonishing burning sensation passed through the cup body.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's two fingers burned and turned red. Fortunately, his physical body was strong, otherwise the entire arm would have been reduced to ashes with just a light touch.
Yan Wushen said: "Twelve flowers bloom, and the twelve flame flowers bloom. The wine will bloom when the wine is in the belly. It is said that only the body of the god can bear this kind of wine. Holy realm monks, even if they are Great Sage, if you drink it, you will be burned through by the twelve flame flowers from the inside out, and your soul will fly away."
"Brother Ruochen has a demigod body, which is naturally not comparable to the immortal body of an ordinary great sage. I wonder if you dare to drink this cup and the flowers will bloom twelve times?"
Zhang Ruochen's fingers have recovered.
After the temptation just now, Zhang Ruochen understood that what Yan Wushen said was not exaggerated at all. Twelve flowers bloomed, which was indeed not something the great sage's immortal body could withstand.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the cup in front of Yan Wushen and said, "Since Brother Wushen is so kind, is there any reason not to drink? I'll do it first as a token of respect."
Lifting up the wine glass, Zhang Ruochen's entire right hand was on fire.
??Drink the wine in the cup in one gulp.
That hot and burning terrifying energy flows down from the throat, enters the abdomen, and penetrates into the whole body. In his body, there is nothingbsp; "If I were the god of hell, I would definitely be the first to support you and kill you now to avoid future troubles."
Zhang Ruochen remained silent, deducing all this in his mind.
It looks like an invitation, but the two of them are competing in every aspect, from mental strength to physical fitness and psychologically.
The first step from Zhang Ruochen into the main hall was to fall into a disadvantage.
The initiative has always been in Yan Wushen's hands.
There is nothing that can be done about it. Whether it is the hell world or this palace, it is Yan Wushen's home field. What's more, Yan Wushen also holds the winning card "Chi Kunlun" in his hands.
From the beginning, this fight was unfair.
Yan Wushen said: "Chi Kunlun is safer staying here with me than staying anywhere in the hell world. The cultivation resources he can enjoy when he stays in the Yan Luo clan cannot be provided by you, nor can the Xuejue family provide them, including Queen Chi Yao of Kunlun Realm can¡¯t provide it either! I know that you are not short of divine stones, but there are many cultivation resources that cannot be bought with divine stones.¡±
Zhang Ruochen looked up, raised his hand and said, "There are gods three feet above your head. Aren't you afraid that what you just said will be heard by the gods in the hell world?"
"In this templeless temple, all heavenly secrets have been cut off. Gods don't know anything." Yan Wushen said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "In that case, leave."
"Wait a minute."
Yan Wushen knocked on the table gently, called him, pointed to the pottery jug, and said: "I just had a drink, why are you in a hurry to leave? If you want to drink, you have to drink to the fullest."
Zhang Ruochen had a character that refused to admit defeat, so he sat back down and said, "Forget it! Since Brother Wu Shen wants to have a good drink, I will risk my life to accompany him today and never drink less than a drop."
Just drinking is a deadly contest.
There are twelve flowers in bloom, and each one kills someone.
Yan Wushen laughed loudly, refilled a cup for him and Zhang Ruochen, and said, "I said before that the various banquets and activities before the Huntian Banquet were too boring and meaningless. However, I still I have invited you to a banquet, breaking the rules of the Yama clan. Do you know the reason?"
"I would like to hear the details." Zhang Ruochen said.
Yan Wushen's expression became serious and said: "Because my intuition tells me that you, Zhang Ruochen, are the only threat to the Yan Luo clan during this hunting banquet. I might as well tell you that I held the banquet just to find out who you are." But until just now, I still can¡¯t see through you completely.¡±
"Brother Wushen, are you kidding me? The Yama clan is so powerful in the hell world. It always comes first in the Hunting Heaven Banquet. How can I, Zhang Ruochen, be a threat to the Yama clan? The Nether Clan, the Dead Clan, the Shura Clan, the Ghost Clan, they This is the powerful enemy that your Yama clan should be wary of." Zhang Ruochen said calmly and calmly.
At the same time, he picked up the pottery cup and took a sip.
If he wants to drink a whole cup of twelve flowers at once, neither he nor Yan Wushen can do it now. It just depends on who can last longer. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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