When Hu Jiao opened the stopper of the gourd, Wang Chen could smell the aroma of wine.
What this Demon Race took out was obviously no ordinary spiritual wine.
Since the other party took the initiative, Wang Chen took the purple gourd without any courtesy.
But instead of drinking from mouth to mouth, he took out two wine glasses from Sumeru Ring, filled them up respectively, and then returned the gourd to Hu Jiao.
The latter's face turned red again.
Wang Chen turned a blind eye, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
His eyes suddenly lit up. "Good wine!"
The wine was amber in color, and the liquid was concentrated into an almost gelatinous state. The moment you entered it, it turned into a line of fire that went straight into your stomach, making your whole body feel warm and comfortable.
The spiritual power contained in it made Wang Chen feel a little tipsy!
Really good wine!
"This is Spirit Monkey Thousand Year Drunk."
Hu Jiao explained, "It is brewed by mountain Medium Spirit Stone monkeys collecting fruits. A mortal would be drunk for a thousand years after drinking one cup."
Drunk for a thousand years is of course an exaggeration, but it is enough to show how extraordinary this wine is.
Wang Chen nodded and was about to speak when suddenly noisy voices and hurried footsteps came from outside.
He and Hu Jiao looked at each other, their expressions a little more dignified.
After a while, a group of monks broke into the old house.
Seeing Wang Chen and Hu Jiao, they were also stunned. The leading monk looked at them with a scrutinizing gaze, and then said with a smile, "We plan to stay here to rest for one night. Do you two fellow Daoists mind?"
The words were meant to be inquiring, but the tone was non-negotiable.
Hu Jiao lowered his head and turned a deaf ear, Wang Chen said calmly, "There is no owner here, you can do what you want."
There were seven people on the other side, all Purple Mansion monks, ranging from beginners to advanced ones. Judging from their attire, they included Battle Cultivator, Dharma cultivators, alchemy cultivators and Talisman Cultivator. It was estimated that there were also Artifact Cultivator and medical cultivators.
A very standard adventure team.
And in Wang Chen's perception, these monks are all lingering with strong or light Blood Baleful Qi!
Quite troublesome.
Wang Chen didn't want to cause trouble, nor did he have any intention to conflict with the other party and others, so he gave Hu Jiao a wink.
Hu Jiao understands it perfectly - change places.
The deserted village is not small, and there are more than one dilapidated stone houses that can be sheltered in. There is no need to mix with a bunch of monks of unknown origins.
In a different place, everyone would be at ease.
However, what people did not expect was that just as Wang Chen and Hu Jiao stood up to leave, a monk from the other team stared at the cup of Spirit Monkey Thousand Year Drunk.
This glass of spiritual wine was poured by Wang Chen for Hu Jiao, who hadn't drank it yet.
"What kind of wine tastes so good?"
The man licked his lips, then stretched out his hand to take it without any scruples, without even asking, "Let me have a taste!"
As a result, he missed the opportunity.
Hu Jiao, with his quick eyes and quick hands, put this glass of spiritual wine into his storage bag in an instant.
The monk suddenly felt that he had lost his face. He immediately lowered his face and scolded Hu Jiao: "What's wrong with you drinking a glass of wine? Don't be so shameless!"
Monks like them usually live a life of licking blood with their swords, putting their heads in their belts and venturing deep into the mountains. Their tempers are often very violent and greedy.
The most important thing is that they are a team of seven, Wang Chen and Hu Jiao are only two people. They all met in the wilderness, and the most vicious and vicious side of their personalities was immediately revealed.
The most important thing is that Wang Chen and Hu Jiao look like two inexperienced little sheep!
"Lao Wu!"
The monk who was negotiating with Wang Chen stopped him for a moment, then raised his chin and said to Wang Chen, "You two, hand over your storage bags for me to check. I suspect that you are wanted criminals!"
Wang Chen smiled.
This kind of tactic of framing someone to cause trouble is too clumsy, but the other party still pretends to be serious.
It's really funny too!
Tsk tsk tsk!
As soon as the monk finished speaking, Hu Jiao suddenly turned around, his robes flew up and exploded into a ball of dazzling Spiritual Light.
Thousands of silver hairs as thin as an ox hair shot out towards the opponent and others in an instant.
Cover all seven monks!
The speed of this Hu Jiao Make a Move was too fast, and there was no warning in advance. In addition, the distance between the two sides was very close, so none of the seven monks could escape.
But all of them were equipped with or carried spiritual weapons and talismans for protection, which were automatically activated the moment they were hit by silver bullets, and they finally escaped the disaster.
"How brave!"
The cultivators who reacted became furious and shouted loudly, "Seeking death!"
In the past, they were the ones who took the initiative to strike first. Unexpectedly, they were attacked first this time, and they were all furious.
The seven monks dispersed left and right with great tacit understanding, either pinching Method Formula with their hands, or taking out the magic talisman and spiritual weapon.
A battle formation was formed in just one breath!
The more people there are, the more powerful the battle formation will be. Once the power of seven people is combined, they can also compete with Golden Core True Person in one or two moves.
The problem is, how could Wang Chen give them a chance.
Although these monks are all human beings, the other party is clearly looking for trouble, and may even kill people and steal wealth, so Wang Chen doesn't mind joining forces with a Demon Race at all.
His figure flashed, and a Shrink Ground into Inch flew in front of the monk closest to him.
Slap the opponent's chest with a palm.
The monk had just sacrificed a defensive spiritual weapon, and when he saw that Wang Chen was actually using hand-to-hand combat against him, he couldn't help but smile sarcastically.
No matter how hard Wang Chen's fleshy palm is, can it be as hard as Profound Gold Spirit Shield in his hand?
Bang!
Wang Chen slapped his palm on the center of the shield.
The shield-wielding monk felt an overwhelming force coming in. Even the spiritual shield in his hand could not resist it, and he flew backwards involuntarily.
Although he was protected by the spiritual weapon, he was not seriously injured, but he was kicked out of his team.
There is a big gap in the battle formation that was just formed!
Wang Chen kept walking, and suddenly walked around to the side of another monk, clenched his palm into a fist and punched it out.
The monk's reaction was not slow, and he stabbed Wang Chen's fist with a gleaming dagger.
He himself is Battle Cultivator, who has experienced hundreds of battles and has rich experience. Wang Chen used him as a breakthrough point, and obviously chose the wrong target.
This monk himself thinks so. The problem is that Wang Chen's strength far exceeds his judgment!
Before the dagger could hit his fist, Wang Chen opened his mouth and spat out a sharp Sword Light.
The distance between the two sides was extremely close, and Wang Chen's subsequent move was unexpected. The Sword Pellet it spit out turned into Sword-Ray and stabbed the monk in the face in an instant.
Pierced his Protective Magic Armor!
"Ah!"
The monk let out a shrill scream and staggered back in great embarrassment.
His left eye was dripping with blood and was actually stabbed by Sword Pellet!
And Wang Chen followed closely like a maggot attached to a bone and slapped his chest with his palm.
Bang!
The violent mana surged out, shattering the monk's Protective Magic Armor with one palm.
The area hit by the palm immediately dented! ——
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