God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Zu Qianqiu said, and took out the corresponding wine utensils, each of which was two in pairs, which was simply wonderful.

Then, Zu Qianqiu filled Mo Yi again and said with a smile: "Mo Sect leader is a hero, and my ancestor Qianqiu also loves wine like his life. These eight glasses of wine are amazing, and I hope Sect leader Mo will smile."

"Such a fine wine, a peerless wine set, I am disrespectful!"

Mo Yi smiled lightly, got up, took one cup after another, and drank the eight cups of wine in one go after only a few breaths.

Zu Qianqiu looked at Mo Yi and nodded again and again.

He and Sima Da are both crooked and wicked. If they were replaced by other people, none of the righteous people would dare to use their wine and cups.

On the other hand, Mo Yi didn't care, he drank it all in one go, and this pride was heartbreaking!

With eight glasses of wine in his throat, Mo Yi's face changed slightly. With his cultivation, he was actually a little drunk, which is really incredible!

Mo Yi took a deep breath, and the Falling Heart Flame in his body started to work instantly, refining the wine.

The taste of alcohol disappeared in an instant, but on the contrary, a strong medicinal power was released, which was of great benefit to Mo Yidu, causing his internal strength to surge in an instant, almost reaching the peak of the early days of the day after tomorrow. It is really incredible!

Mo Yi nodded and calmed down: "It's such a good wine, such a good idea, Mo Yi has written it down."

Zu Qianqiu smiled heartily: "These eight cups of wine are very extraordinary. Usually one or two people will drink one or two cups, and they will be drunk. The head of Mo drinks eight cups in a row, but he is safe and sound. It is really rare, rare! My ancestor Qianqiu gave all of these eight sets of wine glasses to Sect Master Mo as a tribute. Haha!"

"Thank you!" Mo Yi smiled lightly. He was very envious of this kind of rare eight sets of wine glasses.

Since the moment Zu Qianqiu took it out, Mo Yi has been interested, and now Zu Qianqiu gave it to him, it is naturally the best.

Even if Zu Qianqiu does not give it, he will find a way to stay, even if it is to sell Zu Qianqiu a favor.

In this world, there are very few things that can make Mo Yi tempted.

And these eight sets of rare wine sets are one of them.

Of course, the eight jars of wine are not bad.

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Of course, the eight jars of wine are not bad.

"Zu Qianqiu, you bastard, return my medicine!"

An angry shout came directly, Zu Qianqiu's face changed sharply, and he hurriedly bowed to Mo Yi: "Mo head, you drink slowly, I will run first!"

Said, Zu Qianqiu directly broke out of the window and disappeared.

Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his head, poured another glass of wine, and drank it all in one go.

At this time, an old man walked in, smelling Mo Yi's body, his face changed sharply: "Medicine, my medicine!"

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Mo Yi smiled lightly: "You are talking about Zu Qianqiu's wine glass? I used it!"

"You..." The old man's face changed sharply, and he said angrily: "Zu Qianqiu, who suffered thousands of knives, even gave you my medicine! No, I will take you back."

Saying that, the old man rushed over and grabbed Mo Yi's shoulder, wanting to take him down.

But Mo Yi smiled faintly and moved slightly. He was already on the old man's back, raised his glass leisurely, and drank it all.

The old man's face changed sharply, but he was furious. He shot again and grabbed Mo Yi.

Mo Yi smiled lightly, and pointed it out, directly in the old man's palm.

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throat!throat!throat!

The old man stepped back three steps in a row, and then he stabilized his body and his face changed sharply: "This is Shaolin's Moke decision!"

Mo Yi smiled without saying a word and continued drinking.

The old man's face changed again, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and swung it straight towards Mo Yi.

Mo Yi smiled slightly and pushed it out with a light palm, seemingly bland, soft and without any lethality.

But the old man's powerful blow was directly blocked.

Then Mo Yi gave a slight push, and the old man flew out and slammed into the door.

The old man stood up, his face gloomy, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "Using softness to overcome rigidity, this is Wudang's Taijiquan!"

Hearing this, all the people around were stunned.

Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, Wudang's Taijiquan, this person can do it, it's really incredible.

And the old man's face changed sharply, and the cold sweat broke out: "Wudang and Shaolin are two unique schools, you...you are Mo Yi, the head of Huashan Mo Yi!"

For a moment, all the people around were stunned. This person turned out to be Mo Yi, the head of Huashan!

Before Zu Qianqiu called Mo Yi as the head of Mo, they thought it was just a small sect's head of Mo, but they didn't want to be Huashan, Jianzong, Mo Yi!

In an instant, the entire restaurant was completely quiet, and they all looked at Mo Yi.

This is a ruthless man, an all-powerful ruthless man. .

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And the old man was completely stunned. He actually shot Mo Yi. Isn't this courting death?