That is a truly powerful person in the powerful realm!

…

Just when Xiao Changfeng and the Saint of Guangling were heading to the Yinhaimen ruins.

Somewhere in the ancient ruins.

Zhao Fugui and Qi Yanting were also heading to the Yinhaimen ruins.

"Senior Sister Qi, you have to thank me properly this time. If it weren't for me, you would have been eaten by those big fish."

Zhao Fugui rubbed his face and said to Qi Yanting beside him.

Obviously that evil wind.

It blew them both to almost the same place.

"Huh, Zhao Fugui, you colluded with outsiders and went against the Holy Lady. If I don't hold you accountable, I'm going too far."

Qi Yanting had a cold face.

"As expected, it's hard to raise a villain with a woman. Senior Sister Qi, you are indeed somewhat similar to my fiancée."

Zhao Fugui laughed and didn't care.

"Shut up, Zhao Fugui, if you dare to slander the Holy Lady again, do you believe I will kill you?"

Qi Yanting stopped suddenly and stared at Zhao Fugui.

Although the long sword with silver spikes is gone, the strength of the ninth level of Earth Martial Realm.

But it still gave her enough strength and confidence.

"If it were before, I would still be afraid of you, but now, you can't kill me!"

Zhao Fugui laughed loudly and strode forward.

He didn't care about Qi Yanting's murderous intention.

"I wonder how Brother Xiao is doing now, otherwise I will have to show him how drunk I am!"

In Zhao Fugui's fat palm, he was stroking a small vermilion gourd.

This gourd is much smaller than his previous wine gourd.

But it is very old, with a dull luster and a muddy smell.

It's like a newly unearthed antique.

Under Zhao Fugui's gentle caress.

A small white insect crawled out of the gourd's mouth.

Gently rubbing Zhao Fugui's fingers, like a pet trying to please its owner.

Gulu!

Zhao Fugui smiled, then picked up the small gourd and poured out a mouthful of amber wine.

This wine is not Tingfeng Pavilion’s Sanchun Yangzhu.

But another unknown wine.

The small vermilion gourd didn't look big, but Zhao Fugui took three big sips and showed no sign of finishing it.

It seems that there is a cave inside.

"Cool!"

As the wine went down his throat, Zhao Fugui's fair and plump face showed a hint of drunken red.

He breathed out a breath of alcohol.

In an instant, the alcohol smell turned into an extremely small sharp sword.

There was a tinkling sound of gold and iron in mid-air.

Seeing this, Zhao Fugui's face became even more joyful:
Chapter completed!