Chapter 1762: succeed?

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"This old guy is really impatient!"
Compared with Ma Nanfeng’s anger, Yun Xiao was quite calm. He heard a chuckle in his mouth, but stopped at this moment and watched Meng Zhidao moving towards the table with interest. The case was looted.
As a powerhouse at the peak of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm, Meng Zhidao's speed is not unpleasant. Even if Ma Nanfeng is shocked and moves, he may not be able to catch up immediately.
I saw Meng Zhidao's figure just a few feet away from the desk, his right hand with five fingers into claws, and he grabbed it towards the wine jar, with a smug smile on his face.
"Haha, holy wine, you belong to Meng Zhidao!"
Seeing that the wine of Saint Order was in front of him, Meng Zhidao was very proud of himself. A loud laughter came from his mouth, and his right had already reached the edge of the wine jar.
laugh!
However, at this moment, a strong sound of breaking the wind suddenly came, causing Demeng Zhidao's face to change slightly, and at the same time his right hand shrank consciously.
When he saw the cold light that flashed between his fingertips and the wine jar, his face couldn't help being gloomy, as if he knew what was going on at this moment.
It turned out that it was So Sima Nanfeng of the imperial palace, unwilling to be willing to fall into the hands of Meng Zhidao the fine wine of the Holy Order. At this moment, he suddenly attacked and used a very fast hidden weapon to make his achievements fall short.
Just now, Ma Nanfeng started late, and it is impossible to catch up with Meng Zhidao with his body, so he can only rely on external forces. Now it seems that the effect is not bad, at least he did not let Meng Zhidao catch it in the first time. Go to the wine jar.
Seeing this scene, the different color in Yun Xiao's eyes is undoubtedly a bit more intense, perhaps only he knows some of the details of the three sober three in the field.
Relatively speaking, neither Ma Nanfeng nor Meng Zhidao didn’t know the true inside story. They both believed that the wine in the case was filled with fine wines of holy order. As long as they can get them, they will not only let themselves taste the fine wines, but also May be so powerful.
"Does the sir of the imperial palace behave so mean?"
After being blocked by Meng Zhidao, his mood was naturally not very good. He saw that he turned his head and looked at Ma Nanfeng not far away. There was a touch of sarcasm in his tone that was not too disguised.
"My Ma Nanfeng fancy things, no one wants to take it away!"
As the superintendent of the imperial palace, Ma Nanfeng would naturally not have the slightest fear of Meng Zhidao. This statement indicates the strength of the imperial palace, and he is confident at this moment.
Just now it was just a little later than Meng Zhidao's start, and Ma Nanfeng had to use a hidden weapon to sneak attack, but now, he asked himself that with the power of his imperial palace, this Meng family Patriarch could not be his opponent at all.
"Then I want to give it a try!"
Meng Zhidao was also and old and spicy. Since both sides could not compromise under the Saint-Rank wine, it could only be a battle. Both were the peak powers of the Heaven-Through-Sky Realm, he might not be afraid of Ma Nanfeng.
"You Meng family, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"
Ma Nanfeng’s sneer this time contained a hint of threat, but at this moment Meng Zhidao had to send an arrow on the string. Even if this action might cause disasters for the Meng family, he must first get the saint. Let's talk about the fine wine.
call……
A pulse palm print suddenly formed in front of Meng Zhidao's body, and then swept toward the wine jar at a very fast speed, as if he wanted to use this pulse palm print to capture the holy wine for life.
"In front of my Ma Nanfeng, you have no chance!"
Ma Nanfeng deserves to be a figure in the imperial palace. Since he is already standing on the same starting line, how can he let Meng Zhidao succeed? He heard a cold sound again, and then a flame appeared out of thin air. In front of him.
"Is the fire of ancestral veins?!"
Seeing Yunxiao, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he understood why the previous Ma Nanfeng coveted the flames of blood erosion.
The superintendent of the imperial palace of the Drunken Immortal City is obviously a fire cultivator, but I don’t know if he is a pulse refiner. At least the prerequisite for becoming a pulse refiner is the fire of the ancestral vein. .
At this time, Ma Nanfeng sacrificed the fire of his ancestral veins, not to prove anything, but to prevent Meng Zhidao's pulse palmprint.
boom!
The fire of the ancestral veins and the palmprints of the veins finally fought together, making a loud noise of energy fluctuations, and the energy raging, as if the drunkenness in this drunk hall was blown away a bit.
I have to say that the strength of this imperial palace is really much stronger, even if it is the same cultivation base of the peak of the world-passing realm, the pulse palmprint of Meng Zhidao was blown away in an instant.
"I can't help myself!"
A triumphant and deep voice came from Manan's wind, and while the seal of his hand was changing, the fire of the ancestral veins that blasted the palms of the Tao of Meng did not stay for a moment, and it rushed towards his body. Away.
"Damn it!"
Meng Zhidao had never fought with Ma Nanfeng before. He had always thought that everyone was the peak cultivator of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm, and even if the opponent came from the imperial palace, he might not have gone anywhere.
I don't know that this is only the first time to fight, and Ma Nanfeng's tyranny made Meng Zhidao feel jealous, and secretly said that his behavior this time was really reckless.
The Imperial Palace can be regarded as the master of Drunken Immortal City. Even if the legend of the behind-the-scenes owner of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant is more powerful, the dragon has never seen the head or the end, and no one can see it with his own eyes.
If Meng Zhidao can get the holy wine first, then Ma Nanfeng may not be able to grab it in time, and the former will naturally have a set of methods to deal with it.
But now, under Ma Nanfeng’s violent rage, he will not be merciful when he makes a shot. Only when Meng Zhidao knows the gap between the two, he is careless. Today, perhaps even this old life has to be ruined in this drunk palace. .
boom!
Ma Nanfeng really deserves to be the commander of the imperial palace. Even at the same level of cultivation, his strength is much stronger than Meng Zhidao. Only a few dozen moves, he is the same as the pinnacle of the sky. The cultivator of, has exploded several feet to the life.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of red blood spurted out of Meng Zhidao's mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured under the strong blow of Mananfeng, and a touch of despair appeared in his eyes.
Meng Zhidao’s eyes were not on Ma Nanfeng, who blasted him several feet away, but fixedly staring at the wine of the holy order that was getting farther and farther away. He knew that he had completely lost his drink. Opportunity for Saint-Order Wine.
But Meng Zhidao does not regret it. As a senior alcoholic, he can give up his life for the so-called holy wine. It's a pity that even if he loses his life, he may not be able to drink the holy wine again. .
"This is the end of the unpredictable!"
Sensing the aura of Meng Zhidao's malaise, Ma Nanfeng did not immediately rush to kill him. After hearing a cold sound in his mouth, he turned his eyes back to where the table of cases was.
"Ok?"
However, when Ma Nanfeng's gaze turned around, his face changed slightly, and the pride and sneer he had just disappeared instantly. Instead, he was extremely gloomy and angry.
Because I don’t know when, beside the table and wine jar, there stood a thin, coarse-clothed boy. This boy was dressed in grey clothes and carried a wooden sword, but who was Yun Xiao?
Originally, Ma Nanfeng didn't put Yunxiao in his eyes. Even if this young man cut off a palm of Shan Changxin, a late cultivator of the Heaven-Through Realm, he would just use it as a trick.
But Ma Nanfeng never expected that when he was fighting Meng Zhidao, that young man would be so bold and dare to take this opportunity to covet the wine of the Holy Order. Is this the so-called death for money?
In the Drunken Immortal City these years, Ma Nanfeng is used to seeing some alcoholics who take risks for the sake of drinking wine, but it is the first time for him to see a brave boy like Yun Xiao, and that will cost his life. what.
However, Yun Xiao at this time didn't care about Mananfeng's gloomy expression at all, seeing that he stretched out his hand, unexpectedly holding the wine jar in his arms.
"Boy, put it down, maybe I can keep you a whole body!"
Ma Nanfeng stared at the wine jar for an instant, with threats in his mouth, but he was afraid that the young man would just open the sealing paper on the wine jar, and when the wine was in his stomach, there would be no such thing as Ma Nanfeng’s. Served.
"The whole body?"
Yun Xiao, who was holding the wine jar, flashed the different colors in her eyes, then raised her head and stared at Ma Nanfeng and said: "Looking at your appearance, it seems that you want this jar of wine very much. Just give it to you!"
Whoosh!
When Yun's jokes fell, he was already using his hands hard, and the wine jar he was holding in his arms immediately passed through the space of the Drunken Hall and flew anger towards Ma Nanfeng.
"Count your acquaintances!"
Seeing this, Ma Nanfeng couldn't help but feel complacent. He thought it was the scene in which he severely injured Meng Zhidao, which made the boy feel terrified, so he took the initiative to throw the wine jar to himself.
However, Ma Nanfeng obviously ignored the fact that if Yun Xiao had been shocked by the force he had just now, how could he have walked over and held the wine jar in his hands? This is obviously unreasonable.
In fact, Yun Xiao felt something in the jar of wine first, but she was not too sure, so she approached and took a closer look. Now the sense is clear. He has no idea about the jar of wine. interest of.
But Ma Nanfeng didn't know the slightest. He always thought that the wine jar was filled with fine wine of the holy order. Now the fine wine is in front of him. He didn't think of anything else at all. He subconsciously reached out and caught it.
"Haha, holy wine, I finally got you!"
Sensing the heaviness of the wine jar in his hand, at this moment, Ma Nanfeng even Yunxiao selectively ignored. Hearing the sound of his laughter, he couldn't wait to stretch out his other hand and put the paper on it. Give it a shot.
Suddenly, deep in the drunk temple, the fragrance of wine overflowed, and the middle man wanted to be drunk.
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