Chapter 1358: A sip of blood and wine, half step on Huangquan
quiet!
The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.
Everyone near Xiao Changfeng.
At this time, everyone stared at him with wide eyes and disbelief.
If you make her cry, I will kill you?
This...this is simply too arrogant!
Who is Han Zhendong?
He is from the Han family.
And he is Han Tianzun’s most doted grandson.
He once killed a saint for him.
How dare this young man speak such arrogant words?
It’s simply a matter of life and death!
"Who is this kid? He dares to talk to Han Zhendong like this. Doesn't he know that behind Han Zhendong is Han Tianzun?"
"I haven't seen him before, but he looks like a human being. As for his specific strength, I can't tell clearly, but he shouldn't be strong."
"I have seen the little stutter next to him before. She seems to be the daughter of Saint Bailang, but even Saint Bailang would not dare to threaten Han Zhendong like this!"
People around were talking a lot.
The main hall is very big, but at this time, I noticed that there were only twenty or thirty people here.
No one among them knew Xiao Changfeng.
Therefore, Xiao Changfeng’s identity cannot be guessed.
However, Han Zhendong was so angry that his face was livid at the moment.
His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were extremely sinister.
"Boy, what did you just say?"
Han Zhendong was furious and stared at Xiao Changfeng.
His eyes were filled with intense anger and bloodthirsty ferocity.
He didn't expect that someone would dare to threaten him like this.
From small to large.
Anyone who goes against himself will not end well.
Even if it is the son of God in the clan.
Even if he saw himself, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
Arrogant!
arrogant!
court death!
At this time, Han Zhendong was so angry that his chest was about to explode.
He raised his right hand, gathered his spiritual energy, and wanted to take action.
"Young Master Han, please restrain yourself, private fights are not allowed here!"
A person next to him quickly stopped Han Zhendong's move.
He is a Holy Son.
But in front of Han Zhendong, it was not enough.
At this time, if I want to curry favor with Han Zhendong, I naturally do my best for his own good.
"If you have a private fight here, you will be thrown out of the Dragon Palace and will not be able to participate in the gambling conference!"
The Holy Son spoke quickly.
And his words finally suppressed Han Zhendong's anger a little.
Let his raised palm fall down again.
"Holy Son Jinjie, I must kill him, and that little stutterer!"
Han Zhendong looked gloomy and said angrily to Holy Son Jin Jie who stopped him.
"Brother Xiao!"
Tong Tianze's face was full of fear, and he was hiding behind Xiao Changfeng and shivering.
She held Xiao Changfeng's clothes tightly with both hands.
"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you!"
Xiao Changfeng protected Tong Tianze behind him.
He and Tong Tianze met by chance.
Not friends, let alone relatives.
If it were anything else, Xiao Changfeng would definitely choose to ignore it.
But he had a good chat with Tong Tianze before.
It's a kind of fate.
Moreover, Han Zhendong was too domineering, and he was clearly the one who hit Tong Tianze.
But he insisted on forcing Tong Tianze to kneel down and repent.
Xiao Changfeng is not a compassionate saint.
But he is not a heartless person.
If something like this happens, please help.
He is also worthy of his own kind heart.
"What a strong tone, kid, you can't even protect yourself, how can you protect this little stammer?"
Han Zhendong's eyes were filled with murderous intent and anger.
He was really angry.
If it were outside, he would have taken action directly.
But this was the Dragon Palace, so he had to suppress his inner anger.
But even if there are rules against private fighting.
He couldn't swallow his resentment either.
"Don't think that if you can't take action, I can't do anything to you. If you offend me, no one has ever been able to leave completely."
Han Zhendong stepped forward and pressed forward.
Then he waved his hand.
Suddenly many people gathered around.
These are people like Holy Son Jinjie who want to curry favor with Han Zhendong.
"Saint Qianbao, Saint Rumen... This boy is in trouble this time. He has offended Han Zhendong. Even if he cannot take action, he will definitely be severely oppressed!"
"Hey, I have to blame him for being too arrogant and not understanding the situation at all. This matter has nothing to do with him. He insists on standing up. He is really desperate!"
"Han Zhendong has used many ways to torture people in the past. I wonder what he will do this time?"
Seeing Xiao Changfeng and Tong Tianze surrounded by everyone.
Suddenly, everyone watching the excitement started talking.
They folded their arms and watched, not daring to interfere.
After all, Han Zhendong's background is too great.
No one dares to offend him!
"Brother Xiao, I...I'm afraid!"
Tong Tianze saw this formation.
He was even more frightened and trembling in his heart.
However, Xiao Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, he was happy and not afraid.
At this time, except Han Zhendong and Jin Jie Shengzi.
There are five more people.
They are not weak in strength, some are saints and saints in the Tianwu Realm, and some are strong in the Imperial Martial Realm.
The six people surrounded Xiao Changfeng and Tong Tianze in the center, creating a huge sense of oppression.
"Boy, I will give you a chance now!"
Han Zhendong twitched the corner of his mouth and stared straight at Xiao Changfeng.
His eyes were full of ferocious color.
Like a furious hungry wolf.
Choose people to devour.
"Since private fights are not allowed in the gambling conference, I will naturally abide by it. But this little stammer hit me first, and you humiliated me later. I will naturally avenge this hatred."
"But this young master comes from the Tianzun family after all, and I don't want to bully you."
"So, this young master wants to have a drink with you!"
Han Zhendong leaned his head over, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to burst out.
It's chilling.
Obviously he has thought of a good way.
Gambling and drinking?
Xiao Changfeng was slightly surprised.
He didn't expect Han Zhendong to come up with this idea.
Whoosh!
Han Zhendong did not give Xiao Changfeng a chance to refuse.
He quickly took out a wine jar from the storage ring.
The whole body of the wine jar is bone gray, and the seal is made of blood-red mud.
A sinister aura emerged, making people shiver.
Snap!
Han Zhendong reached out and opened the mud seal.
Suddenly, a scent of wine like blood and fire surged out.
It makes people feel like they are in a battlefield of blood and fire.
The sight before his eyes was full of fighting and slaughter.
If you are a person with weak willpower, you may be frightened and faint.
"Blood Slaughter Wine!"
Someone exclaimed, shocked by the drink Han Zhendong brought out.
Blood Slaughter Wine is a very special kind of spirit.
Buried under a battlefield with millions of corpses.
It is formed by absorbing dead souls and blood.
Not only the drinks are as hot as fire.
Moreover, it contains an extremely strong sinister aura.
If you are a person with strong willpower.
You can drink this wine to practice and become stronger.
But for most people.
A sip of blood-slaughtering wine, half a step into hell!
It means that taking a sip of the Blood Slaughter Wine is equivalent to stepping half a foot into the underworld.
So no one dares to try it easily.
No one expected it.
Han Zhendong actually owns Blood Slaughter Wine, and even uses it for gambling!
At this time, Han Zhendong stared at Xiao Changfeng.
The sound seemed to come from hell.
"As long as you drink up this jar of wine, I will let bygones be bygones and let it go, otherwise!"
"Just kneel on the ground with this little stutterer and crawl around the hall three times!"