Peach Luck Unparalleled

Qin Feng had been staying close to the main hall, and could clearly hear the sound of drinking and punching inside.

Drink it, the more you drink the better, drink you to death.

The other cultivators all went to the camp they had prepared for the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference last time, and many of them started to set up tents while cursing.

Now it's all right, he's really being used like a cow and a horse, if he had known this would be the result, he wouldn't have come to flatter Daoist Peak if he was beaten to death.

But after thinking about it, if he really didn't come, he might have been exterminated. It's better to be a cow than to die.

A guy saw Qin Feng wandering around the main hall, and said with disdain: "What is the origin of that bearded man who is good at flattering? Does anyone know? He hasn't given up until now. Is it delusional that he will be invited in?" drink together?"

"Then he made a wrong calculation." Another person said: "There are no good people in the Xiaoyao faction. It's strange to invite him in. Look at it, he's asking for trouble."

"Yes, worthless guy."

Young Master Qin ignored these voices of doubt. It has been a long time since the banquet began, and he believed that the effect of the medicine would be onset soon.

In the main hall, the excited Daoist Peak drank down every drop of the two jars of good wine, but he still didn't feel satisfied, so he asked someone to bring a jar of ordinary wine.

A doorman had already filled his wine glass, so he took a drink and scolded, "What does it taste like? It's like horse urine!"

The two guys who offered the wine just stood up unsteadily, and said, "Old Ancestor, you are used to drinking good wine, but not ordinary ones. We have been drinking for so long and think the taste is okay."

"That's right, Patriarch, you can just make up for it first, and we brothers and sisters will find you better wine tomorrow."

"Is there better wine in the cultivation world?" Old Immortal's eyes lit up.

"Yes, there is something called Zuixian Wine, which tastes extremely mellow. It's just that the person who knows how to make it is dead, but we will definitely help you find it, so don't worry."

The old man nodded and said: "That's it. You must get it over. The leader of the alliance will definitely reward you. But if you can't get it back, you will be punished."

poof...

One of the guys fell to the ground, and his companion said with contempt: "Look, I scared you. We brought back the drunk fairy wine. It's a big reward, not a punishment. You're afraid of a hair."

Daoist Fengfeng also laughed: "Haha, what a coward, there is such a timid person in our Xiaoyao faction..."

"Yeah, this guy usually has a lot of guts, but today he is like this. It's very strange... Puff..." Before the man finished speaking, he fell headlong to the ground.

"I must have drunk too much." Daoist Feng Feng himself felt a little dizzy, everyone drank a lot, and several of them passed out.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Brother, what's wrong with you, wake up?"

The old man said unhappily: "What's the name of the ghost? It's a happy day. Don't you just drink too much? Help me down to rest and stop yelling."

The doorman said with a mournful face: "Old Ancestor, my brother is out of breath! He...he seems to be dead..."

"What nonsense, after a few sips of wine, you won't know where things are going, right?" The old man stood up angrily, and shouted, "How could he die? It's just drinking."

Immediately someone shouted again: "Old Ancestor, something is wrong with my junior brother, it seems that I have lost my temper!"

"What?" The old man stared at him, how could two people have the same situation at the same time, it's unscientific.

Before he could speak, everyone began to check the fallen man, and concluded that...it seemed that he was really out of breath.

puff... puff...

People fell down one after another, and less than half of the dozens of people who can stand now are left.

"What's going on?" He jumped off the throne and reached out to touch the neck of a doorman, and sure enough he had no pulse.He quickly put his hand on the opponent's dantian, and the cyclone didn't show any signs of spiritual power fluctuations.

Poisoned!

This was the first thought that popped into his mind. Cultivators are not afraid of ordinary poisons, but it doesn't mean they are immune to all poisons. Some special poisons can still kill people.

poof...

More people fell down, and his heartbeat started to speed up, he must have been poisoned.

He grabbed a doorman who was not yet poisoned, and slapped the opponent's celestial cap with his palm. The pale face of the doorman immediately turned black and blue.

"Everyone, spit out the contents of your stomach, right now!" he yelled hysterically.

Although the group of people were frightened, they still obeyed obediently. It's a pity that the poison in them is not only violent, but also slow-onset. It's too late to think about emptying their stomachs now, the toxin has already flowed with the blood All over the body.

Outside the main hall, Young Master Qin listened with his ears upright, and whispered to himself with some fear: "Nimma, it's really a domineering poison, and it poisoned everyone in a blink of an eye. There is a grievance and a debtor. Mine, if you want revenge, just go to her, it has nothing to do with me."

This is a bit of self-deception.

Daoist Fengfeng was furious, seeing the disciples fall down one by one, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Before a disciple died, he hugged the wine jar and said, "Old Ancestor, the poison must be in the wine..."

The old immortal's first reaction was not to save people, but to slap his stomach, and opened his mouth to spray out all the contents in his stomach.

He was also afraid that since he could poison all the disciples to death, he must also be doomed.But he still had hope in his heart. After all, what he had been drinking was the wine offered by the younger generation. He only took a sip of ordinary wine, and he cleaned his stomach in time. There shouldn't be any problems, right?

The sound of dead bodies falling to the ground kept coming and going, and the poison was very violent. Once it happened, there was no possibility of rescue. Although there were many of them in the high-level cultivation world, the way of death was not the death of body and spirit, but it was also difficult for gods to save.

Daoist Fengfeng was full of anger, and the celebration banquet turned out like this, which was beyond his expectation.

"Who is it, stand up for me!" He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Don't hide your head and show your tail, you are not a hero if you poison, and you have the guts to fight me face to face."

In the camp, people from all the sects were all stunned, what happened?

boom……

A big hole was opened on the roof of the main hall, and Daoist Peak flew into the sky, pointing at those who were at a loss: "It must be one of you, I will give him a chance to admit it, and immediately stand up and die."

Everyone saw him gritted his teeth with red eyes, as if he was very angry, but no one knew what happened.

If it wasn't dark under the lights, Lao Bushi's attention was all on those people, and he didn't even notice Young Master Qin who was directly below him.