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Chapter 794 New Friend (Please Subscribe)

Before Meng Zhao could go far, he saw Niu Dali, a burly and majestic naked man with a golden ring on his ear, and two imposing masters walking towards him.

"Haha, brother Bi, you went to see the Lord of the Immortal Palace just now, did you get things done?"

Niu Dali asked very familiarly. The two had known each other for less than an hour, but there was no sense of disobedience at all. Probably his external image enhanced this affinity, and he had a faint feeling of pandering to Meng Zhao. .

Meng Zhao looked at Niu Dali and the two people around him. It was really like someone gave him a pillow when he fell asleep. He just wanted to win over this guy, but he turned around and met. Of.

Of course, no matter which one it is, Meng Zhao doesn't think there is any problem. Everyone gets what they need, especially Niu Dali now has two more tyrannical warriors by his side. It can be seen that he also has his own network of contacts. .

This point is even more important to Meng Zhao. If the Evil Dao is turned into a big talent market, then those who come from the big sect of the Demon Sect will certainly be the mainstream, but casual cultivators from other sects are also a force that cannot be ignored, and they can often grow up. Everyone has extraordinary potential.

For example, the Xue Ying I met at the Chen family before, and this Niu Dali, at least not worse than the Yang Cailai that Meng Zhao subdued, and even a point or two better.

"The matter has been settled, Brother Niu, who are these two?"

Niu vigorously squeezed the big golden ring on his earlobe, and introduced it to Meng Zhao eagerly,
"Just to introduce two friends for my brother, who are also Lao Niu's life-and-death acquaintances. Su Can and Zheng Que are from the same school. They are proficient in the secret art of joint strikes. Their martial arts are so high. Lao Niu, I am willing to bow down and think I am not as good."

Meng Zhao nodded with a smile, but felt very strange in his heart. Their surnames were nothing, but their names were not very good. One was disabled and the other was missing. How could anyone come up with such an unlucky name?
"Brother Su, Brother Zheng, please be polite."

Su Can was dressed in a yellow brocade dress, with a mop on his forehead, his eyes were clear green, like a deep pond, and his figure was average, he was almost half a head shorter than Meng Zhao, which was not very impressive. A long sword was on his back, a bit more Generally speaking, the appearance of a warrior is not outstanding, but his temperament is special.

In contrast, although Zheng Que had a missing word in his name, his facial features were divided into exquisite ones, as if cutting with a knife and an axe, with sharp edges and corners. The bright red clothes were by no means as seductive as Gu Sinan's, but more handsome and coquettish.

He is a really handsome man, even compared to the handsome and handsome Meng Zhao, he is not inferior, and he has a faint charm of evil, which makes people admire.

While Meng Zhao was sizing up the two of them, Su Can and Zheng Que were also observing Meng Zhao secretly. They felt that this man was only sixteen or seventeen years old in appearance and appearance, and he had a kind of immature feeling that he had not even grown hair yet. He is full of heroic spirit and majestic, giving people a faint sense of domineering and unparalleled oppression, and he can't help but secretly startled, not daring to be slighted, underestimated, and very polite in return.

This is also Meng Zhao's intention.

Ever since he stepped into Xiantian and fully awakened the Ziyuan Dragon Body, he was full of vitality and looked younger. He was over twenty, but he was only sixteen or seventeen, which inevitably made people look down upon him.

Release some energy to frighten the three of them, in order to deal with them later and pave the way. He is a strong person and has ambitions, so he naturally wants to be the leader.

The three of them greeted each other, and with Niu Dali threading the needle beside him, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

It happened that Zheng Que was a good wine man, and he still had a jar of good wine in his hand, so he invited Meng Zhao to taste it. In fact, it was also a kind of communication, which brought them closer.

Those who can drink together, if you don't study carefully, are already friends.

Meng Zhao had nothing to do, so he went happily, not worrying about any conspiracy involved.

One, of course, is that he himself is superb in martial arts, strong in strength, not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, he can fight or leave as he wants, and he can do whatever he wants.

Second, the environment here is special. Within the scope of Bishui Immortal Palace, the master of magic is the master. Since the master of Immortal Palace has not allowed these demons to fight privately, there are few people who dare to disobey.

When they came to the stone house, they took their seats one after another. Zheng Que took out a set of drinking utensils with a sense of ritual, and took out a collection of fine wine, a few dishes of wine and side dishes, and then greeted a few people to start. Compared with the slightly taciturn Su Can, It's decent to treat people.

Meng Zhao doesn't like to drink alcohol, but the color of this wine is blue, like the sea, the breath is pure, with a hint of aura, it's not just to satisfy the desire of the tongue, take a sip, from the throat into the abdomen, only feel a cool air flow through the whole body , the whole body is smooth, and the true energy is a little bit active, I can't help but praise,
"It's really good wine. I don't know where Brother Zheng got it. Is there a way to buy it?"

What kind of aptitude he is, and what kind of real energy he has. This wine can activate his blood and speed up the flow of true energy, which is already amazing. As a common drink, it is quite good, not to mention the taste is also very good. Not as spicy and dry as ordinary drinks, but sweet and refreshing, which really aroused his interest.

Meng Zhao now has a big family, great wealth, and daily food and living expenses are top-notch. Although he may not be in the ranks of the emperor's relatives and state officials, they are considered luxurious. Channels, buy this wine, whether you drink it yourself or give it away, it is very good.

Zheng Que showed a proud and heartbroken expression,

"This wine is not ordinary, it's called sapphire, it was brewed by my next friend Mrs. Zang with a secret method, and it hasn't been released on the market yet, so a jar of sapphire is worth a thousand taels, and I can only get it because I have a good relationship with him.

If Brother Bi is interested, I can connect with you and buy some for you. I wonder what your plan is? "

Zheng Que felt that Meng Zhao probably thought that this sapphire would be beneficial to martial arts, so he bought a few jars to enjoy himself.

Meng Zhao put down the obviously well-maintained wine glass, picked up a clean and tidy silk handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said,
"The more the better, and I want a long-term stable supply, the price is not a problem."

According to the wines currently on the market, the top-notch Nurhong, Zhuangyuanhong, Zhuyeqing, etc. are only three to fifty taels per jar, and the better ones are already secretly offered by major families and wealthy families, one hundred taels per jar is not surprising.

To be honest, the price is a bit high for a jar of a thousand taels, and ordinary people, even the financial resources of an innately strong person like Zheng Que, can't support such expenses at all.

After all, it is easy for a booze drinker to fill up a jar of wine a day. This is the consumption of a thousand taels. Who can afford it?

In fact, if there is no proper industry and career, making money is not a problem for Niu Dali, Zheng Que and others, but it is also very difficult to make a lot of money.

It is not that simple to plunder by violence.

After all, it is still the heyday of Dayong. Tianxingtang is distributed in fourteen states of China, with nine surnames and thirteen families. Those who chased him wanted to die.

(End of this chapter)