Chapter 1762 Succeeded?

"This old guy is really impatient!"

Compared with the anger in Ma Nanfeng's heart, Yun Xiao was quite calm. He heard a chuckle in his mouth, but stopped at this moment, watching Meng Zhidao approaching the table with great interest. The case was stolen.

As a powerhouse at the peak of the Heaven-reaching Realm, Meng Zhidao's speed was not uncomfortably fast. Even if Ma Nanfeng realized that he made a move, he might not be able to catch up immediately.

I saw Meng Zhidao's figure was only a few feet away from the desk, and his right hand was clawed towards the wine jar, with a smug smile on his face.

"Haha, holy wine, you belong to my Meng Zhidao!"

Seeing that the holy wine was close in front of him, Meng Zhidao was a little complacent, and a loud laugh came from his mouth, and the middle finger of his right hand had already reached the edge of the wine jar.

laugh!

However, at this moment, a strong sound of breaking the wind suddenly came, causing Demeng Zhidao's face to change slightly, and at the same time, his right hand shrank subconsciously.

When he saw the cold light that flickered between his fingertips and the wine jar, his face couldn't help being gloomy, as if he knew exactly what happened at this moment.

It turned out that it was Sima Nanfeng of the Emperor's Palace, unwilling to let the holy wine fall into the hands of Meng Zhidao. At this moment, he made a sudden surprise attack and used an extremely fast hidden weapon to make him fall short.

Ma Nanfeng started late just now, and it is impossible to catch up with Meng Zhidao with his body, so he can only rely on external force. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, at least he did not let Meng Zhidao catch him in the first place. Go to the wine jar.

Seeing this scene, the strange color in Yun Xiao's eyes undoubtedly became a bit more intense, perhaps only he knew some details of the three sober people in the field.

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 let themselves taste the wine, but also It may be so powerful.

"Master Suo Si of the dignified imperial palace, is he acting so despicably?"

Meng Zhidao, who was blocked one way, was naturally in a bad mood. Seeing that he turned his head to look at Ma Nanfeng not far away, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone that was not too concealed.

"No one can take away what I, Ma Nanfeng, fancy!"

Ma Nanfeng, as the director of the imperial palace, naturally would not have the slightest fear of Meng Zhidao. His words showed the strength that the imperial palace was accustomed to, and he was full of confidence at this moment.

It was only a little later than Meng Zhidao's start just now, so Ma Nanfeng had no choice but to sneak attack with hidden weapons, but now, he asked himself that with the strength 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 was also old and spicy. Since the two sides could not compromise under the holy wine, it could only be a battle. He was also a top-level powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, so he might not be afraid of Ma Nanfeng.

"You Meng family, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"

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 bring disaster to the Meng family, he still had to get the Holy Spirit first. Let's talk about fine wine.

call……

A pulse palm print suddenly formed in front of Meng Zhidao, and then rushed towards the wine jar at an extremely fast speed, as if he wanted to use this pulse palm print to capture the holy wine back alive.

"In front of me, Ma Nanfeng, you have no chance!"

Ma Nanfeng is worthy of being a person under the command of the imperial palace. Since he has already stood on the same starting line, how can he let Meng Zhidao succeed? He heard another cold voice from him, and then a flame appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

"Is it the fire of the ancestors?!"

Seeing this, Yunxiao couldn't help but a strange color flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he also understood the reason why Ma Nanfeng coveted the blood-eroded flames so much.

The chief of the Drunken Immortal City Imperial Palace is obviously a practitioner of the fire attribute, but I don't know if he is a pulse refiner, at least the prerequisite for becoming a pulse refiner, he already has the ancestral fire .

At this time, Ma Nanfeng sacrificed his ancestral fire, not to prove anything, but to stop the palm print of Nameng Zhidao's veins.

boom!

The fire of the ancestral veins and the palm prints of pulse qi finally collided, making a loud sound of energy fluctuations, and the raging energy seemed to dissipate a little of the alcohol in the drunken hall.

It has to be said that the strength of the emperor's palace is indeed much stronger, even if it is also at the peak of the Heaven-reaching Realm, Meng Zhidao's veins and palm prints were blown away in an instant.

"Overreach!"

A proud and deep voice came out from Ma Nanfeng's mouth, but during the change of the seal formula in his hand, the ancestral fire that blasted away the palm print of Meng Zhidao did not stay for a moment, and it was impressively darting towards his body and go.

"Damn it!"

Meng Zhidao had never fought against Ma Nanfeng before, and he always thought that everyone was a cultivator at the peak of the Heaven-reaching Realm, so even if the other party came from the Imperial Palace, he might not be far behind.

Unexpectedly, this was the first time they fought, and Ma Nanfeng's tyranny made Meng Zhidao jealous, secretly thinking that what he did this time was really reckless.

The Imperial Palace can be regarded as the ruler of Zuixian City. Even if the behind-the-scenes owner of the Zuixian Restaurant is said to be more powerful, but the dragon has never seen its head or tail, and no one has seen it with its own eyes.

If Meng Zhidao can get the holy wine first, then Ma Nanfeng may not be able to snatch it in time, and the former will naturally have a way to deal with it.

But now, under Ma Nanfeng's rage, he is relentless in his actions. Only then did Meng Zhidao realize the gap between the two. One mistake, today even this old life may have to be ruined in this drunken palace .

boom!

Ma Nanfeng really deserves to be the director of the Imperial Palace. Even at the same level of cultivation, his strength is much stronger than Meng Zhidao. In just a dozen moves, he was also at the peak of the Heavenly Realm. The cultivator was blasted several feet away.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of bright red blood spewed out from Meng Zhidao's mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured by Ma Nanfeng's powerful blow, and there was a touch of despair in his eyes.

Meng Zhidao's eyes were not on Ma Nanfeng who sent him flying several feet away, but on the holy wine that was getting farther and farther away. Chances for a holy order of fine wine.

But Meng Zhidao did not regret it. As a senior alcoholic, he could risk his life for the so-called holy wine, but unfortunately the current situation is that even if he sacrifices his life, he may not be able to drink the holy wine again .

"This is the end of overreaching!"

Sensing Meng Zhidao's sluggish aura, Ma Nanfeng didn't rush to kill them all immediately. After hearing a cold voice from his mouth, he turned his eyes back to the table where the case was.

"Um?"

However, when Ma Nanfeng turned his gaze, his face changed slightly again. The complacency and sneer just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by an extremely gloomy and angry look.

Because I don't know when, beside the table and wine jar, there was a skinny young man in rough clothes. This young man was dressed in gray clothes and carried a wooden sword on his back. Who was it but Yun Xiao?

Originally, Ma Nanfeng didn't pay much attention to Yun Xiao. Even if the young man cut off the palm of Shan Changxin, a late-stage cultivator of Tongtian Realm, he just took it as a trick.

But Ma Nanfeng never imagined that during the battle between himself and Meng Zhidao, that young man would be so bold that he dared to take this opportunity to covet holy wine. Is this the so-called death for money?

These years in Drunk Fairy City, Ma Nanfeng is used to some alcoholics who take risks for the sake of good wine, but this is the first time he has seen a brave boy like Yun Xiao, and he will ruin his life in it ah.

However, Yun Xiao at this moment didn't care about Ma Nanfeng's gloomy expression at all, seeing him stretch out his hand, he hugged the wine jar in his arms.

"Boy, put it down, maybe I can leave you with a whole body!"

Ma Nanfeng stared at the wine jar for a moment, and said threatening words in his mouth, but he was afraid that the young man would open the seal on the wine jar, and when the time came, the wine would be drunk, but there would be no such thing as Ma Nanfeng. portion.

"The whole body?"

Yun Xiao, who was holding the wine jar, the strange color in his eyes flashed away, then he raised his head, stared at Ma Nanfeng and said, "Looking at you, it seems that you want this jar of wine very much. I'll give it to you!"

Whoosh!

When Yun Joke's voice fell, he had already used his hands hard, and then the wine jar, which he held in his arms, flew across the space of the Drunken Alcohol Palace, and flew towards Ma Nanfeng angrily.

"You're a smart boy!"

Seeing this, Ma Nanfeng couldn't help but feel complacent. He thought it was the scene where he severely injured Meng Zhidao, which frightened the boy, so he took the initiative to throw the wine jar to himself.

However, Ma Nanfeng obviously ignored the fact that if Yun Xiao was overwhelmed by his strength just now, why would he go over and hold the wine jar in his hands first? This is obviously unreasonable.

In fact, Yun Xiao had a sense of what was in the wine jar first, but he was not too sure, so he went closer to feel it carefully, and now he has a clear sense that he has lost the slightest bit of wine in this jar of wine. interest of.

But Ma Nanfeng didn't know it at all. He 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, and subconsciously reached out to catch it.

"Haha, Shengjie Meijiu, I finally got you!"

Sensing the weight of the wine jar in his hand, Ma Nanfeng even selectively ignored Yun Xiao at this moment. Hearing his loud laughter, he couldn't wait to stretch out his other hand, and wiped the sealing paper on it. Give it a shot.

All of a sudden, in the depths of the Drunken Palace, the aroma of wine overflowed, and the middle-aged people wanted to get drunk.