Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 10, Conflict

Drunk Taoist: "I'm afraid these are medicinal materials that are more than a hundred years old!"

Wu Yuhai nodded: "That's right, Master went to Kunlun Mountain in exchange for this Tianshan snow lotus, and it has 500 years."

"This is simply the wine that immortals drink."

Googooo...

People look over.

Zhang Fan drank a bottle in one go, and drank the bottle upside down.

Who is Zhang Fan?

I am so happy with a bottle of wine.

"Hmph, it's just shit luck for a person who is at the foundation establishment stage to drink this kind of wine."

"Forget it, who told him that he is Wu Zhenren's savior."

"Really Wu didn't say anything, what else can we say as guests?"

"Hmph, I just can't understand a snob like him."

Zhang Fan burped.

"Barely, it's okay, but it's a little less."

Wu Yuhai's face turned dark.

not enough?

You are drinking it like water!
Wu Yuhai coughed: "Junior Brother, this wine is very strong, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Zhang Fan shook his head: "It's okay, I can drink any amount of wine."

"Hmph, what the real person means is that this wine is not a mortal thing. It has strong aura, at least it can be enjoyed by the master level. A disciple who has cultivated in the foundation stage is not afraid of exploding and dying."

"The real person kindly reminded you, but you didn't know it. It was a waste of the real person's painstaking efforts."

"If it weren't for the real person here, I would definitely drive you out, no matter how big or small, how can you get on the stage as a person who has cultivated in the foundation period."

Zhang Fan looked at him coldly: "I'll drink my wine and do your shit."

Zhang Fan persuaded him to go back when he disagreed.

Who do you think you are.

"Hmph, there is a way to compare yourself with me. I, Daoist Baiqing, just can't understand people like you, a villain who cares about every detail."

Zhang Fan said, "I don't want to bully you."

When Zhang Fan said a word, everyone was dumbfounded.

How can you be so arrogant as a foundation establishment disciple.

Taoist Impermanence smiled coldly: "I didn't expect there to be someone who is more arrogant than me. I have seen it today, but my strength is too weak."

Daoist Bai Qing was annoyed: "You don't want to bully me, haha, you don't want to bully me at the foundation establishment stage, it's the biggest joke in the world."

Zhang Fan looked at the wine bottle: "Then tell me how long this wine has been brewed?"

"500."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "Wrong, this wine is definitely not 500 years old."

Wu Yuhai's face darkened: "Junior brother, don't mess around, this wine is indeed 500 years old, and it was refined by Master himself, how could it not exist."

Zhang Fan said: "The 500-year-old wine has experienced [-] springs, summers, autumns and winters, and each year has a different taste. Although this wine is good, it has a sweet and slightly hot taste."

"This kind of extreme heat is the evidence, because it has experienced one less winter. This wine is only 499 years old, which is a pity."

"What a pity?"

The drunk Taoist asked;

Zhang Fan said: "If the wine is frozen for three months in the extreme cold during a winter, the wine will be considered perfect, otherwise the efficacy will be greatly reduced."

Daoist Bai Qing looked pensive:
"I don't believe it. You are talking nonsense afterward. How can you, a mere disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, have such insight."

Zhang Fan smiled: "If you don't believe me, you can freeze the wine for half a stick of incense."

The drunk Taoist smiled: "This wine is indeed a little hot, let me try it with the ice spell, and the time to freeze the half stick of incense is as you said."

The drunk Taoist waved his hand.

Immediately seal the wine ice in your hand.

It was cold.

There were bursts of hoarfrost.

Everyone thought about it, how could this boy of the Foundation Establishment Stage have such a cultivation level, and this Taoist Bai Qing was also reckless, bullying a Foundation Establishment Stage disciple.

It is shameless to win, and even more shameless to lose.

After half a stick of incense, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and the fragrance is lingering for ten miles.

On the wine glass, red color appeared.

This is a sign of good wine coming out of the glass.

The drunk Taoist laughed loudly: "Sure enough, as you said, this wine is indeed only 499 years old. If it is made today, after being frozen, it is not satisfactory, but I can't wait."

The drunk Taoist took the wine glass and drank it down.

"readily."

Everyone looked at Zhang Fan.

How can you, a foundation establishment disciple, know so much.

Even Daoist Bai Qing was defeated by you, this person is a master of the fifth level of the master, you, a little disciple, dare to make a fool of him, don't you want to die!

Daoist Bai Qing's face turned blue and red.

gloomy face.

Wu Yuhai was startled, he didn't expect that Zhang Fan was so well-informed that he knew even this point.

This drunk Taoist is proficient in this way and will not cheat.

Wu Yuhai smiled: "Everyone, I am poor and blind. It won't be too late to drink this wine after I freeze it for a thousand miles and freeze it for half a stick of incense."

Wu Yuhai waved his hand.

The chill dissipated.

It turned into countless tentacles to freeze the wine glass and turned into an ice sculpture.

"He is good at Xuanbing Kung Fu. Wu Zhenren's spells are probably earth-level kung fu. Mysterious Ice True Soul Kung Fu can freeze thousands of miles."

"sharp."

Wu Yuhai smiled: "I'm overwhelmed, it's just a small skill, everyone enjoys other delicacies, and after half a stick of incense, drink a few cups."

Taoist Bai Qing stared at Zhang Fan.

He has long been regarded as a dead person, and once he leaves Wudang Mountain, he will be hunted down.

Everyone shook their heads, looking at Zhang Fan like a dead man.

You are missed by master-level masters, and I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep in this life!

Zhang Fan didn't care: "Ling'er, come here."

Zhang Fan waved to Ling'er outside.

Everyone followed Zhang Fan's gaze and looked from a distance. A 15-year-old girl was standing outside, obsequious.

Wu Yuhai asked, "Brother Zhang Fan, who are you calling?"

"Senior brother, it's Zhao Linger, an outer disciple. For the past ten years, Linger has delivered food to me. There are so many dishes, I can't finish them all by myself. Why don't you ask him to eat them together."

Wu Yuhai nodded: "That's very good."

The disciple guarding the gate immediately let them go.

Zhao Linger was uneasy.

Uncle Shi, please stop making trouble, here are all masters above Grandmaster, how can I, a little qi practitioner, sit with them.

Zhao Linger braced herself, lowered her head, and walked towards Zhang Fan.

There is a sad look in the eyes.

Zhang Fan smiled: "Well, what I promised you is done."

"Uncle, you have caused me a lot of misery, don't you be afraid?"

Anyone here can knock their heads off with just one finger, so you're fine, eat with gusto.

"Don't be afraid, their cultivation base is just like that, and they don't know how to eat people, so what are you afraid of!"

Everyone is listening attentively.

Everyone wants to know what Zhang Fan is talking about!
A little girl at the sixth level of a Qi practitioner, and a disciple at the first level at the Foundation Establishment stage, this is not uncommon in the sect.

These two people actually ran over to join in the fun, have they been idle for a long time?

Hearing Zhang Fan talk about cultivation was just like that.

Almost vomited blood.

Is this what you should say!

Zhao Linger asked in a low voice, "Can they hear us when we speak?"

Zhang Fan was full of deep meaning: "You guess?"

Zhao Ling'er rolled her eyes: "Guess you're a big-headed ghost, just tell me the answer."

"Eavesdropping on people's conversations, be careful to give birth to a son without an ass hole."

Everyone is thoughtful and full of deep meaning.

But I scolded my mother angrily in my heart, you just gave birth to a son without an asshole.

Your whole family has no assholes.

The drunk Taoist laughed loudly: "Fortunately, I don't have a son. Fellow Daoist Bai Qing, I heard that you have a son."

Bai Qing was furious, stood up, and shouted angrily: "Drunk, what do you mean?"

"It's boring."

"What do you mean by boring?"

(End of this chapter)