The words of the man in yellow made Xin Xiaoqi suddenly hear a wonderful sound, and sighed deeply with emotion: "Indeed, but it is unlikely that you are also the type of person who is respected by me."
After Xin Xiaoqi finished speaking, he still threw a bottle of Shangxiao Continent's fine wine to the man in yellow.
Algernon looked at the man in yellow with his big eyes and asked with great curiosity: "Didn't you say that Buddhism is not allowed to drink alcohol?"
"I am not a believer or a monk, so there is no need to have such taboos!"
After the man in yellow finished speaking, he took a sip of Xin Xiaoqi's wine and gave a thumbs up: "It's really good!"
The young man with yellow hair looked sideways at the man in yellow, smiled softly and said: "You, the high-ranking men of Mount Sumeru, actually like to drink this kind of wine."
"Actually, there is no difference between us. You do it for your protection, and I do it for my duty. No matter which gods or people in the world, how many are free?" The man in yellow said with a smile.
The yellow-haired young man took a sip of the wine and said calmly: "Say, I can't speak to you. You are there every day and have nothing to do. You argue about this and that. There are indeed very few people who can speak against you. But, don't think that we have ever
Drink at the same table and I'll show mercy!"
"Haha, you can't ask for it." The man in yellow clothes looked at the yellow-haired young man and said very frankly.
The yellow-haired young man, with his oval face and big, lively eyes, looked back at the young man in yellow domineeringly.
Suddenly, countless tiny lightnings seemed to have occurred between the two people as they looked at each other.
Xin Xiaoqi, who was on the side, was immediately horrified. It seemed that these two people had a lot of connections. Xin Xiaoqi glanced at Algernon and saw small beads of sweat on Algernon's cheeks, running down his face.
The beard is sliding down.
"Hey, there is fine wine here!" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and just as the voice fell, a figure lay unsteadily on the table of Xin Xiaoqi and others, just blocking the yellow-haired young man and the others.
Among the men in yellow.
Several people looked towards the figure, only to see a man with unkempt hair and a dirty face. He was wearing a black robe that was covered in large and small holes.
This man was holding a wine flask and looked at the wine flasks in the hands of the yellow-haired young man and the man in yellow with a hungry face.
Xin Xiaoqi saw this stained figure and couldn't help but think of Zhenren Liwu. He knew that the yellow-haired young man and the man in yellow were powerful, so he hurriedly said: "Senior, I'll drink wine here..."
Before Xin Xiaoqi finished speaking, this figure directly blocked Xin Xiaoqi's words. He looked steadily at the man in yellow and asked curiously: "You are a monk, so what kind of wine do you want to drink? Give it to me."
Although you are not a believer or a monk, you have to set an example, right?"
The middle-aged man who looked like a beggar, after speaking, actually reached out and snatched the wine bottle from the man in yellow.
No one expected that when this beggar-like middle-aged man stretched out his hand, sword light flashed.
Xin Xiaoqi took a closer look and found that these sword lights were actually tiny white tigers. These white tigers turned into sharp swords, which were held and spit out in the hands of the beggar, emitting a metallic light.
Xin Xiaoqi looked at the white tiger with no trace of sword energy leaking out. He was suddenly startled and realized in his heart that this was the spirit of the white tiger, the leader of the Western Killing.
The beggar's sword finger, carrying countless white tiger spirits, suddenly stabbed towards the man in yellow. Algernon next to him suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he remained motionless in horror.
The yellow-haired young man nodded approvingly, as if he was extremely approving.
The man in yellow looked at the beggar's sword finger, said "Hey", and then calmly stretched out his left hand. Suddenly, countless golden rays of light rose above his left hand. This light seemed to be extremely hot.
These sword lights entangled and wrapped one by one.
In an instant, the tiny divine sword transformed from the spirit of the white tiger was dissolved into a faint green smoke by the golden light, rising in the tavern, and the rising green smoke drifted into the wind and snow outside.
, disappeared without a trace.
The beggar's stained figure immediately retreated more than half, and he suddenly let out a few long breaths. The beggar's breath was actually filled with golden light.
When the man in yellow saw this, his pupils shrank, and there was a trace of approval on his face.
The beggar waved his hands and said with a drunken voice: "Hey, hey, I can't beat him, I can't beat him, this monk is very powerful."
The man in yellow chuckled, pointed at the man with yellow hair and said: "Where is he? You can go and rob him!"
But unexpectedly, the beggar shook his head and said, "This? This is more powerful. It can't be beaten. It can't be beaten."
The man in yellow was startled when he heard this, and the young man with yellow hair smiled slightly, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
But the beggar fell straight into Xin Xiaoqi's arms and said drunkenly: "You kid, I can beat you, will you give it to me?"
Xin Xiaoqi hurriedly took out a jug of wine, handed it to the beggar, and said softly: "I just told you to give it to you. If you don't want it, you have to grab it yourself."
The beggar took the wine from Xin Xiaoqi, raised his neck and swallowed it all in one gulp. He burped and said to Xin Xiaoqi unsteadily in the distance: "Little brother, thank you for the wine. My name is Drunkard. I have something to do."
Remember to call me!"
After the beggar finished speaking, he staggered open the door of the tavern, followed the stairs, staggered to the ground, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Xin Xiaoqi and others looked away, and the yellow-haired young man smiled and said: "This drunkard is indeed a beautiful scenery in the Kamikaze Plain. I don't know how he ended up in Xingdu City."
"I can't tell, I just came here to kill you. You have to be careful." The man in yellow smiled slightly, seemingly joking.
"It's you who he doesn't like. He just said that you high-minded people don't lead by example and are always making things difficult for the believers and monks. If he wants to kill you, he will probably kill you!" The yellow-haired young man looked at him amusedly.
The man in yellow.
The round face of the man in yellow nodded slightly and said: "That doesn't matter, there is joy in life and there is nothing to fear in death."
"Then you should die now!" the yellow-haired young man said contemptuously.
"Isn't there another mission?" the man in yellow said hehey.
After the man in yellow finished speaking, he stood up and said to Xin Xiaoqi: "Thank you for the wine, little brother. I have a long way to go, see you soon!"
After the man in yellow finished speaking, he strode away.
The yellow-haired young man looked at the man in yellow who was leaving, smiled at Xin Xiaoqi and Algernon and said, "I'm leaving too. Legend has it that there will be fighting in Kamikaze City. Nearby, I must fight for my little brother."
I’ll behead a senior Arhat to repay you for today’s hospitality!”
Xin Xiaoqi immediately said with sincerity and fear: "No need to go to such trouble..."
"It's no trouble at all. I'll leave first. You should take care of yourself and learn how to save your life through practice." After saying this, he disappeared directly into the tavern.
After the three of them had finished walking, the quiet environment suddenly became noisy. The inaudible yelling, drinking, and drinking came back to the ears of Xin Xiaoqi and Algernon.
Xin Xiaoqi said silently, "The boss is the boss."
Looking at Algernon again, he saw beads of sweat still flowing on Algernon's head. Algernon looked at Xin Xiaoqi who didn't understand the situation and asked: "Do you know what the strength of those people just now is?"
"What realm?"
"That beggar is at least the White Tiger Spirit of the Heavenly Evolution Realm, and the man in yellow is the Sun Spirit Realm at the peak of the Heavenly Evolution Realm." Algernon said in horror.
Algernon looked at Xin Xiaoqi, who was disapproving, and said solemnly: "Let me tell you, most of the monks in Mount Sumeru are in the deification and creation realms. If the Tianyan realm appears, it proves which force the leader is!
"
"I know. You said there was going to be a war, so we came to Hindu City."
Algernon looked at Xin Xiaoqi speechlessly and said to himself: "This brother is a little nervous."
Algernon solemnly said to Xin Xiaoqi: "Did the yellow-haired young man see it? The drunkard said that the beating was more severe. Basically, it can be inferred that it is the origin state."
Xin Xiaoqi nodded and said: "It makes sense, but brother, you don't seem to understand who this yellow-haired young man is?"
"This! I really don't know him. You just came to Mount Sumeru. Do you know him?"
"It doesn't matter if I recognize him or not. If you don't recognize him, you shouldn't. According to my guess, it should be Thor, the God of Thunder, that you mentioned." Xin Xiaoqi said extremely solemnly.
Algernon nodded in agreement and said: "They are indeed very similar. They are powerful, easy-going and handsome. He is indeed my idol!"
Xin Xiaoqi looked at Algernon speechlessly, this guy can really pretend.
Xin Xiaoqi continued: "When Thor left, he said something, do you still remember?"