Because when he was on the endless ocean, Qin Cheng followed Han Mingsheng, the chef of the Immortal Banquet, for a while and became familiar with it.

Therefore, not only is the dragon meat cooked over high heat, but the meat is also fragrant and the oil is sizzling.

All the cultivators also looked surprised and admired.

Unexpectedly, Qin Cheng not only had high cultivation, but was also so outstanding in other aspects.

"Sun Zhengyang, you kid, slow down, are you a pig? You eat so fast!"

The bald man angrily rebuked that everyone else was enjoying the atmosphere and chatting with each other to build relationships, but Sun Zhengyang, the bastard, only cared about eating.

Sun Zhengyang completely ignored this.

It is not necessary for me to communicate with each other. This dragon meat contains a lot of spiritual energy and the essence of nourishing the Tao body. If I eat less, I will be at a loss.

"This guy just has this temper, leave him alone." Fellow Taoist Dry Bones shook his head.

Qin Cheng also smiled helplessly.

The secret realm of the Galaxy is full of dangers, and it is rare to have such a short moment of relaxation.

Therefore, most monks cherish the opportunity and enjoy this process.

After all, on the other side of the galaxy, countless monks are destined to fight fiercely for the treasure. This moment will no longer exist.

But this guy has no idea in this regard, and no amount of persuasion will be of any use.

"Pindao, try Brother Qin's fine wine."

Ignoring Sun Zhengyang, Taoist Dry Bones smiled. Seeing that no one had reached out yet, he first took a jar of the immortal brew that Qin Cheng had brought out.

"Talk about it, Taoist, to see if it suits your taste." Qin Cheng smiled slightly.

Although Taoist Dry Bones is usually taciturn, he has a calm personality and is not difficult to get along with.

"This way of sealing wine seems to come from some ancient inheritance."

Taoist Dry Bones obviously knew something about Immortal Brewing. He glanced at the mud seal, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he opened it.

And when I opened the wine jar, before I started drinking, a strong aroma of wine quickly spread out like a tide.

This wine is not rich in flavor, but has a refreshing scent of osmanthus, which makes people feel refreshed.

On the starship, except for Sun Zhengyang who was immersed in eating, all the monks looked over.

Taoist Dry Bones was even more impatient. He quickly poured a glass, took a sip, and then couldn't help but drink it all in one gulp.

"What a great wine. Mr. Qin, your wine is really the best. It's ancient Guixian wine, and it's brewed perfectly."

Taoist Dry Bones looked intoxicated and amazed.

He is a lover of wine, so after taking a sip, he could tell how good the wine was.

"Ancient Guixianjiu, Taoist, are you telling the truth?"

The bald monk had a suspicious look on his face. Although the fairy wine Qin Cheng took out did indeed smell attractive, the ancient wine was a bit exaggerated.

"How can I lie to you? I was a disciple of the Supreme Sect back then. At that time, I was hosting a banquet for distinguished guests from other sects. I was lucky enough to drink this wine once, which was very unforgettable for me. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Qin still had such a fine wine in his hands. Thank you very much.

That’s it.” Taoist Dry Bones sighed with emotion and thanked him.

"I'll have a taste." The bald monk saw that the withered bones were telling the truth, and he quickly filled a cup and drank it in one gulp.

"It tastes really good." The bald monk felt comfortable all over, and now he was impressed.

At this time, everyone was also looking forward to it, and they tasted it one after another, and then couldn't help but cheer.

As for the Guixian Wine, Qin Cheng naturally took it from the treasure house of Bai Zhanqi Palace.

He still had a lot of this stuff in his hands, and Qin Cheng didn't pay much attention to it.

"Not only does this Guixian wine taste very good, but after drinking it, I feel..."

After Mr. Chen tasted it, he felt that his internal organs were heating up and a warm current surged through his body.

He looked a little surprised and couldn't help but say something.

At this time, the bald man quickly pressed his arm and winked at him.

Mr. Chen glanced at Sun Zhengyang, who was still immersed in eating next to him, and suddenly came to his senses.

"And I feel like I'm a little dizzy because of the strong alcohol." Mr. Chen quickly changed his words.

Yes, if you say it yourself, the effect of this Guixian wine is stronger than that of the golden-scaled dragon.

Sun Zhengyang probably immediately threw away the dragon meat and started grabbing wine from them.

"Sun Zhengyang, how about having a few drinks together?" the bald monk asked.

"What's so good about fairy brew? If you drink it and drink it, you'll lose more if you don't replenish it with dragon meat."

Sun Zhengyang had actually been listening to everyone talking. When Mr. Chen said this, he felt disdainful and ignored it. Instead, he ate even more fiercely.

Everyone looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces.

But Sun Zhengyang eats his, and the monks drink their own, so it's good not to interfere with each other.

Leisure time is always short.

After more than an hour, the banquet came to an end.

After all, there are still many dangerous places to go ahead, so we can’t delay the business.

Sun Zhengyang also finished eating the dragon meat.

Almost one-third of the dragon meat burned by Qincheng Zhihuo was fucked up by him alone.

Although the food was a bit nauseating, Sun Zhengyang felt the obvious improvement in his body after absorbing the dragon meat, and he felt extremely satisfied.

Feeling a little thirsty, Sun Zhengyang saw that one of the jars of Guixian wine still had a bottom, so he grabbed it and took a sip, intending to moisten his throat.

As soon as the immortal brew entered his throat, Sun Zhengyang's eyes widened instantly.

A warm current surged throughout the body, turning into majestic spiritual energy.

The richness of the aura and the purity of the spiritual energy are several times stronger than dragon meat.

Holy shit!

After Sun Zhengyang realized something, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyesight turned black, and he almost fainted.

Qincheng's Guixian wine was so effective, but I actually swallowed the dragon meat so hard that I felt like vomiting.

Isn't this like a fool, losing the watermelon and picking sesame seeds?

And these people knew this, but none of them reminded me.

"Mr. Chen, you!"

Afterwards, Sun Zhengyang's face turned red and he was so angry that he pointed at Mr. Chen.

He also figured it out, it was this bastard who misled him.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, I haven't done anything."

Mr. Chen was startled and quickly waved his hand.

"Sun Zhengyang, don't scare Fellow Daoist Chen, I asked him to say that." The bald monk hummed.

"It was originally a banquet for us to exchange feelings, but you just wanted to take advantage. Who is to blame for the loss?"

"I……"

Sun Zhengyang's expression changed and he became a little frustrated.

Yes, Baldhead also tried to persuade him, but he was only interested in making money and didn't listen at all. Who can blame him?

It's just that this starship is poisonous. Every time I think I can make a fortune, I end up with a big loss.

But when Sun Zhengyang sat down in despair, Qin Cheng waved his hand.

A jar of intact Guixian wine fell in front of Sun Zhengyang.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, what are you doing?"

Sun Zhengyang was stunned.

"This was Daoist Fellow Zhang's idea. All of us specially left a jar of Guixian wine for you." Qin Cheng pointed at the bald head and said calmly.

"Fellow Taoists..."

Sun Zhengyang's body swayed and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, after everyone saw through his little thoughts, they did not laugh at him, but instead specially left the fairy brew for him.
Chapter completed!