One thousand seven hundred and sixty-two succeeded?
"This old guy is really impatient!"
Compared to the anger in Ma Nanfeng's heart, Yun Xiao was quite calm. Hearing a chuckle from his mouth, he stopped at this moment and watched with interest as Meng Zhidao moved towards the table.
The case was snatched away.
As a peak powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, Meng Zhidao's speed was not bad. Even if Ma Nanfeng was surprised and made another move, he might not be able to catch up immediately.
In a flash, Meng Zhidao was only a few feet away from the desk. The five fingers of his right hand formed into claws and he grabbed the wine jar with a proud smile on his face.
"Haha, holy wine, you belong to me, Meng Zhidao!"
Seeing the holy wine in front of him, Meng Zhidao felt quite satisfied. A loud laugh came from his mouth, and the middle finger of his right hand had already touched the edge of the wine jar.
laugh!
However, at this moment, a strong sound of breaking wind suddenly came, causing Meng Zhidao's expression to change slightly, and at the same time, his right hand subconsciously shrank.
When he saw the cold light flashing between his fingertips and the wine jar, his face couldn't help but become gloomy, as if he knew what was happening at this moment.
It turned out that the commander of the imperial palace, Nanfeng, was unwilling to let the holy wine fall into the hands of Meng Zhidao. At this moment, he suddenly made a surprise attack and used an extremely fast hidden weapon to defeat his success.
Just now, Ma Nanfeng started late. It was already impossible to catch up with Meng Zhidao with his body, so he could only rely on external force. Now it seems that the effect is pretty good, at least he did not let Meng Zhidao catch him immediately.
Go to the wine jar.
Seeing this scene, the strange color in Yun Xiao's eyes undoubtedly became more intense. Perhaps he was the only one among the three people who were awake at the scene to know some of the details.
Relatively speaking, neither Ma Nanfeng nor Meng Zhidao knew the real inside story. They both believed that the wine jar on the case contained holy wine. As long as they could get it, they would not only be able to taste the wine, but also
It may be that the strength has greatly improved.
"Is the dignified Sir Suo Si of the Imperial Palace acting so despicably?"
Meng Zhidao, who was blocked, was naturally not in a good mood. He turned around and looked at Ma Nanfeng not far away, with a hint of mockery in his tone that was not too concealed.
"No one can take away what I, Ma Nanfeng, like!"
As the director of the Imperial Palace, Ma Nanfeng naturally would not be afraid of Meng Zhidao at all. These words showed that the Imperial Palace was accustomed to being strong. At this moment, he was full of confidence.
Just now he started a little later than Meng Zhidao, so Ma Nanfeng had no choice but to use hidden weapons to attack him. But now, he asked himself that with the power of his imperial palace, the head of the Meng family could not be his opponent at all.
"Then I have to give it a try!"
Meng Zhidao is also old and spicy. Since neither party can compromise under the holy wine, it can only be a battle. As both are strong men at the pinnacle of the Tongtian realm, he may not be afraid of Ma Nanfeng.
"You Meng family are really becoming more and more courageous!"
Ma Nanfeng's sneer this time contained a hint of threat, but at this moment, Meng Zhidao had no choice but to take action. Even if this move might cause disaster for the Meng family, he had to get the Holy Saint first.
Let’s talk about the fine wine.
call……
A pulse energy palm print suddenly took shape in front of Meng Zhidao, and then swept towards the wine jar at an extremely fast speed, as if he wanted to use this pulse energy palm print to catch the holy wine alive.
"You have no chance in front of me, Ma Nanfeng!"
Ma Nanfeng is worthy of being a high-level figure in the imperial palace. Since he is already on the same starting line, how can he let Meng Zhidao succeed? He heard him make a cold sound again, and then a flame appeared out of thin air.
In front of him.
"Is it the fire of ancestral veins?!"
Seeing this, a strange color flashed in Yun Xiao's eyes. At the same time, he also understood the reason why Ma Nanfeng coveted the Blood Corrosion Flame so much.
The director of the Zuixian City Imperial Palace is obviously a cultivator of the fire attribute, but I don’t know if he is a pulse refiner. At least he already possesses the ancestral fire, which is a prerequisite for becoming a pulse refiner.
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At this time, Ma Nanfeng sacrificed his ancestral fire, not to prove anything, but to stop Meng Zhidao's pulse seal.
boom!
The Ancestral Vein Fire and the Pulse Qi palm prints finally collided together, making a loud sound of energy fluctuations. As the energy raged, it seemed that the alcohol smell in the drunken hall was dissipated.
It has to be said that this imperial palace commander is indeed much more powerful. Even Meng Zhidao, who is also at the pinnacle of Tongtian Realm, had his pulse energy palm prints blown away in an instant.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
A proud and deep voice came from Ma Nanfeng's mouth, and while the seal in his hand was changing, the ancestral fire that scattered Meng Zhidao's palm seal did not stop for a moment, and suddenly rushed towards his body.
And go.
"Damn it!"
Meng Zhidao had never fought against Ma Nanfeng before. He had always thought that they were both cultivators at the pinnacle of the Tongtian realm, and even if the opponent came from the Imperial Palace, he might not be any worse.
Unexpectedly, this was their first confrontation, and Meng Zhidao was jealous of Ma Nanfeng's tyranny, secretly thinking that his actions this time were really reckless.
The Imperial Palace can be regarded as the master of Zuixian City. Even though the boss behind Zuixian Restaurant is said to be more powerful, the dragon has never seen its head or tail, and no one has seen it with their own eyes.
If Meng Zhidao can get the holy wine first, then Ma Nanfeng may not be able to snatch it in time. The former will naturally have a way to deal with it when the time comes.
But now, under Ma Nanfeng's rage, he was absolutely merciless. Only then did Meng Zhidao realize the gap between the two. If he were not careful, his life might be ruined in this drunken palace today.
.
Bang!
Ma Nanfeng was indeed worthy of being the commander of the Imperial Palace. Even at the same level of cultivation, his strength was several times greater than that of Meng Zhidao. In just ten moves, he defeated this fellow at the pinnacle of Tongtian Realm.
The cultivator blasted the living being several feet away.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from Meng Zhidao's mouth. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured by Ma Nanfeng's powerful blow, and a trace of despair appeared in his eyes.
Meng Zhidao's eyes were not on Ma Nanfeng, who was flying him several feet away, but on the holy wine that was getting further and further away. He knew that he had completely lost the ability to drink that
Holy Step Wine Opportunity.
But Meng Zhidao has no regrets. As a senior drinker, he can risk his life for the so-called holy wine. Unfortunately, the current situation is that even if he risks his life, he may not be able to drink that holy wine again.
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"This is what happens when you overestimate your capabilities!"
Sensing Meng Zhidao's depressed aura, Ma Nanfeng did not immediately go to kill them all. After hearing a cold voice from his mouth, he turned his gaze back to where the table was.
"Um?"
However, when Ma Nanfeng turned his eyes, his expression changed slightly, and the pride and sneer just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by a look of extreme gloom and anger.
Because at some point, a thin young man in rough clothes stood beside the table and wine jar. This young man was wearing gray clothes and carrying a wooden sword on his back, but who was Yun Xiao?
Originally, Ma Nanfeng didn't take Yun Xiao seriously. Even if the young man mysteriously cut off one of the palms of Shan Changxin, a late-stage cultivator in the Tongtian realm, he only regarded it as a trick.
But Ma Nanfeng never expected that during the battle between him and Meng Zhidao, the young man would be so bold and dare to take this opportunity to covet the holy wine. Is this the so-called death for money?
Over the years in Zuixian City, Ma Nanfeng was used to seeing drunkards who took risks for the sake of good wine, but this was the first time he saw a bold boy like Yun Xiao, who would risk his own life.
ah.
However, at this time, Yun Xiao paid no attention to Ma Nanfeng's gloomy expression. He stretched out his hand and hugged the wine jar in his arms.
"Boy, put it down, maybe I can keep your whole body!"
Ma Nanfeng stared at the wine jar for a moment, uttering threats in his mouth, but he was afraid that the young man would open the seal on the wine jar, and then the wine would be in his stomach, but there would be no Ma Nanfeng.
A portion.
"Whole corpse?"
Yun Xiao, who was holding the wine jar, had a strange look in his eyes. Then he raised his head, stared at Ma Nanfeng and said, "Looking at you, you seem to want this jar of wine. Well, then
Just give it to you!”
Whoosh!
When the sound of Yun's joke fell, he was already exerting force with both hands, and then the wine jar held in his arms flew across the space of Zui Chun Hall and flew towards Ma Nanfeng.
"You're a smart kid!"
Seeing this, Ma Nanfeng couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. He thought it was the scene where he severely injured Meng Zhidao, which made the boy afraid, so he threw the wine jar to him.
But Ma Nanfeng obviously ignored the fact that if Yun Xiao was intimidated by his force just now, how could he walk over and hold the wine jar in his hands? This was obviously against common sense.
In fact, Yun Xiao had sensed the contents of the wine jar first, but he was not too sure. Then he walked closer and sensed it carefully. Now he sensed clearly that he had no trace of the wine in the jar.
interest.
But Ma Nanfeng had no idea at all. He had always thought that the wine jar contained holy wine. Now that the wine was in front of him, he didn't think of anything else at all, and subconsciously reached out to catch it.
"Haha, holy wine, I finally got you!"
Feeling the weight of the wine jar in his hand, Ma Nanfeng selectively ignored Yunxiao at this moment. Hearing his laughter, he couldn't wait to reach out with his other hand and lift the seal on it.
He was slapped away.
Suddenly, in the depths of the Zui Chun Palace, the aroma of wine overflowed, making everyone feel drunk.