Supreme Medicinal God

Mengwu looked at Ye Feng with a provocative look, and her beautiful face was radiant. Her white face was flushed with excitement.

She didn't hide it at all: "Yes, I want to intoxicate you. What's wrong, don't be convinced? Drink if you're not convinced."

Ye Feng smiled bitterly: "You don't have to use aggressive methods to talk about drinking. Ye Feng has never been afraid of anyone, let alone you."

Ye Feng raised his neck, just like Meng Wu, he slammed the remaining half-tan wine.

A burst of alcohol rushed into the brain, and a ray of spirit rushed into the divine personality.

The meniscus was drunk like a fire, and the half jar was not drinking wine, but a fire, and a burst of flame burned to every corner of the body.

Ye Feng had to transport the ancient gods to dissolve the strong alcoholic spirit to avoid being drunk.

What surprised him was that this meniscus drunk did indeed give people a nourishment of aura, a trace of fiery aura, which penetrated into the meridians, not only made the ancient gods a little strengthened, even the gods Behind the baby, there is a trace of the strong flame of purple fire god.

Although the intoxication continues to rise, the warm feeling, the aura nourishes the meridians, and expands the flame of the purple flame. The wonderful feeling also makes Ye Feng intoxicated.

Perhaps, a big drunk, for Ye Feng, is a very delicate choice.

This drunkenness has released his anxiety, loneliness, thoughts, and confusion hidden in the subconscious mind. At this moment, there is only one beautiful woman drinking with herself.

When he drank here, he no longer felt that Dream Dance was a trouble, a lovely girl who was entangled in his fight for wine.

Mengwu also hides her own emotions, but gradually opens her mind, showing a happy smile: "Haha, good, this is a man."

After a while, Mengwu and Ye Feng got rid of Batan Liquor. Mengwu already had a strong intoxication. Ye Feng, under the operation of the ancient gods, was very sober even though he was drunk.

Drinking wine with an elven beauties made many people in the restaurant admired their eyes. They were also surprised that these two people could really drink. They actually drank Batan and they continued to drink it.

Ye Feng also wanted to open the remaining two altars of meniscus drunk, but was accidentally stopped.

Ye Feng heard a cold drink: "Sister, why are you drinking with a human here?"

He and Mengwu looked in the direction of the sound.

Four or five people approached Ye Feng. They were all tall and sturdy elf-like people. They were naked and exposed with strong muscles like stones. All of them carried a flashing black handle in their hands. Spear of light.

Their bodies are sculpted with blue ink dyes, engraving a variety of fierce beast totems, making them more powerful and powerful.

One of the young men is more handsome in appearance, with five crowns like a knife and axe, and a sharp angle of the shuttle. Whether in terms of appearance or figure, he is a man who makes women feel emotional, but his look is more obscene.

He has a variety of fangs around his neck, and those tines are only those of level 7 and above beasts. Each one represents a beast that he killed on his behalf. Hundreds of roots, densely packed together.

He had a black spear in his hand and a long purple bow on his shoulder, but he didn't carry any arrows.

The elven tribes cast a hostile look on Ye Feng together, and the young man looked gloomy as if he had a common enemy with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't just step on these people at all, he just cared to finish drinking the wine in his wine jar and felt

Looking at the elven people who came over, especially when he saw the fierce young man, Mengwuluxiu's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, showing a nasty look.

"Sikong, what are you doing here?"

Si Kong said with a sour feeling: "I'm here to find you, your ship has not landed, I'll take you back."

Meng Wu's voice was very simple: "No, I won't go back. Our ship is here to rest for a day. It will continue to go to sea tomorrow, going to the depths of the Wannian Sea."

At this time, a big man quietly said to the young Sikong: "Master Sikong, this time the Dancing Maiden only stayed here for one day, and tomorrow the ship will go to the Kraken Secret Realm, which will take three months."

Young Sikong's face was uncertain, and he was angry that he couldn't control the dream dance. He blamed this anger on Ye Feng.

He looked at Ye Feng coldly: "Who are you, actually want to intoxicate Meng Wu Sheng Nuo."

Listening to Si Kong calling Mengwu a saint, and he wished to eat his own expression, Ye Feng knew that he was in trouble again, although these were all in trouble, not by himself.

Ye Feng sighed: "Who I am, it has nothing to do with you, and it is not that I want to intoxicate Mengwu, but that she wants to intoxicate me. You don't understand nothing, just barking here like a mad dog Don’t disturb my son’s drinking, I haven’t finished drinking with Miss Mengwu.”

Si Kong also had a touch of gold in his eyes. After being ridiculed by Ye Feng, he was already angry and jealous in his heart. The golden light in that eye almost burst out, his anger and jealousy were like ignited explosives , Triggered immediately.

The entourage next to him, several strong elven tribes, raised their spears before waiting for Si Kong to get angry.

In their hearts, Sikong is their master and their idol.

The elven race is a proud race. It looks down on demon races and demon races, and even the immortal people look down on it, not to mention that it is a low-level human in the Baiyun Continent.

"What, you are a human being, and you dare to talk to our young master like this, you want to find death and live your life."

When four or five spears were raised, they were about to be stabbed at Ye Feng, but they were stopped by a blue phoenix shadow, and those people were thrown away like stones, breaking several restaurants. Table.

Meng Wu was angry, just like a furious lioness: "Dare you, my brother and I drink here, what are you doing, whoever dares to disturb this saint will die."

Behind Mengwu, there was a dark black phoenix shadow, nine phoenix tails flying in the sky, and a high phoenix head, looking down on the elf people who fell on the ground, including the young master Sikong.

There was a trace of anger in Si Kong's eyes, but his anger was quickly concealed. He suppressed his anger: "Holy lady, I'm really sorry, it's my men who are too presumptuous. I will punish them and ask the holy lady to anger."

Meng Wu's face calmed down and restored her charming and noble look.

She ignored Sikong, but smiled to Ye Feng: "I'm sorry, my people have disturbed Ye brother's drinking, how about I punish myself for three cups?"

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