The three monks in gray were a little disappointed when they heard this. They originally wanted to buy more wine to store, but there were very few such good wines.

Zhan Yihan took out three bottles of wine and handed it to the three of them, "I still have three bottles of wine here, so I'll give it to three." These wines were given to him by Xu Youruo's father, and he didn't usually have the habit of drinking. Even if he wanted to drink, he only liked to drink the wine brewed by Jinyue.

"We are welcome, thank you, my fairy friend!" The three gray-clothed monks thanked in surprise.

"You're welcome, I'll go there first." Zhan Yihan smiled and shook his head, stood up and walked towards his position.

The gray-clothed monk called a friend, "Give your signature dishes to the two fairy friends." He pointed to the table Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue. He never liked to owe others affection.

"It's so bad!" The guy responded and stepped back.

Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue turned their heads and nodded at the gray-clothed monk with a smile.

The monk in gray smiled indifferently.

At this time, several more monks walked in and saw an empty table beside Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.

When passing by the gray-clothed monks, one of the monks stopped and looked at the wine in front of the gray-clothed monks, "Your wine is so fragrant, give me a bottle."

"Sorry, we only have so many." The slightly fat monk quickly put away his pot of wine.

The monk in gray clothes and the monk with his eyes like copper bells quickly put away the wine. It would be fine if it were other wine, they wouldn't be willing to bear the wine. Besides, the wine was given by Zhan Yihan, how could they give it to others in front of him?

Seeing this, the monk's face sank, and his aura was released at the same time, "Take it out! Don't let me say it again." He hated others' violation of his intentions the most, especially the ants with lower cultivation than him.

The faces of the three monks in gray were suppressed by the other party's momentum changed drastically. The three of them gritted their teeth and looked at the monk. They didn't believe that the other party would dare to destroy them in full view of everyone.

"Do you want to share it?" The monk's eyes were cold and cold. Naturally, he would not attack them now, but it would not be necessary to arrive at Zhaixing Square. How could he let them go easily if he dared not give him face in front of so many people?

"That wine is mine." Zhan Yihan's voice sounded faintly.

The monk retracted his momentum after hearing this and walked to Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue, "Then hand over the wine." Although Xuanxian's early cultivation level was not weak, it was still much weaker than him.

"No more." Zhan Yihan picked up a piece of meat and put it into Su Jinyue's bowl. He looked like he didn't take the monk seriously.

"Don't toast or drink and punish the wine." The monk said angrily. He dared to ignore him and see how he taught them a lesson.

"I count to three. If you don't leave, I will throw you out." Zhan Yihan said indifferently, without a trace of jokes in his words.

"Then let me see if you have the ability." The monk said angrily, swaying his fist and attacked Zhan Yihan.

"Ah!" The next moment the monk let out a pig-killing scream.

Everyone looked at it and saw a chopstick in the monk's palm, and the bright red liquid was flowing down the chopsticks.
Chapter completed!