Chapter 401 The Crisis of Red Maple Town

I'm very sorry, brothers and sisters, Xiaodao got married, and it took a month to update.

Update resumed today!

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The night came quietly, and a faint layer of fog rose from the seaside, and the charm array engraved on the wall bricks around Yunlan City emitted a faint halo. At this moment, she looks like a girl in the fog, slowly moving her graceful figure.

Such a beautiful scenery is only a few dozen days a year.

At this time, the people of Yunlan City will celebrate. And this year, it is destined not to be celebrated, and it is destined to be a restless day. All the people stayed at home and dared not walk out of the house. The sound of fighting outside always filled their ears, and some bold children peeped at the scene of blood splashing three feet.

No matter how small a person is, he can cast a huge figure.

And death is a giant. The shadow cast by this giant was huge, completely covering the whole Yunlan City and the hearts of all the original residents.

The sparse crowd came out of every corner of Yunlan City in twos and threes, and the bright starlight fell down. Heads stretched out from the windows of countless houses. They wanted to know what happened tonight?

The whole city owner's mansion was particularly bright, and the guards surrounded the whole city owner's mansion. The house is now full of people, and almost all the celebrities in Yunlan City are present.

"I, Ye Zhengyin, am the owner of Yunlan City." Ye Zhengyin stood up and said to all the people, "A lot of things have happened in Yunlan City recently. Since you two have chosen to fight in my city lord's mansion today, it is not necessary, but you are never allowed to hurt innocent people."

Ye Zhengyin's last sentence was already fierce. After saying that, he glanced for a week and finally fell on the two young men. At this moment, one was wearing a white dress and the other was wearing a blue dress.

"Qi in the clouds, it seems that you are ready to die." The young man in white glanced at the coffin beside him and laughed.

"This is for Zhu Yuanshan. When you die, I will pull it back and give it to your old mother." Yun Zhongqi gently shook the folding fan, clicked the coffin beside him, and said elegantly.

"There's so much nonsense!" Zhu Yuanshan snorted coldly and suddenly rose to pray for an attack in the clouds.

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Zhuo Fei opened the curtain and walked in. Suddenly, a warmer came to my face, and even my hands and feet that were about to freeze not only stretched out.

People who were eating and drinking in the store suddenly stopped. They all stared at Zhuo Feifan. To be precise, they were not staring at Zhuo Feifan, but at the knife. This knife made them have to be cautious. In the whole world of float, there are not many sects that are good at using knives. Such strange knives are alone. In their eyes, they are deeply wary of Zhuo Feifan.

As if he had not seen such a strange situation, he glanced at it casually and walked straight to a small table. That place is very far away from the stove, and the warmth is sharply reduced. He has long been used to people's gaze and arrogant.

The table is spotless, and it can be seen that the store is very hardworking.

"Shop, two catties of snow tiger meat. I heard that the wine in your store is unique, and you can also drink two catties." Zhuo Feifan sat down and shouted loudly.

Old Huang was about to be suppressed by the solemn atmosphere in the store. Zhuo Fei's extraordinary voice instantly broke this solemnness, and others began to eat and drink again, as if what had just happened was just an illusion. He quickly trotted to Zhuo Feifan's table, but when he arrived at Zhuo Feifan, he didn't know what to say. For a moment, he thought of it and asked with a smile on his face, "Sister, do you need anything else?"

"No need." Zhuofan said lightly.

"Please wait a moment." Old Huang turned around and quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise something would have happened just now.

Old Huang quickly brought up what he wanted. There was a faint aroma of wine in the white porcelain wine pot, a plate of cut snow tiger meat, and a plate of dipping sauce.

As soon as Zhuo Feifan picked up his chopsticks and hadn't picked up a piece of meat, he heard a thick voice saying, "It's rare to see a disciple of Hidden Knife Gate, Wen Ruoxuan, a toast to you."

As soon as the voice fell, a wine glass floated in front of Zhuo Feifan. Old Huang was stunned. He had lived for so many years and had never seen such a magical thing.

"I have always disliked to drink other people's toast." Zhuo Feifan continued to stretch out his chopsticks, slowly picked up a piece of meat, then dipped it in the dipping sauce, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Since you have arrived in the realm of Beiming, you should toast three cups, and toasting one cup is a contempt." Just then, another voice suddenly interrupted.

"Old Qian Ming, don't sow discord here." Wen Ruoxuan spoke coldly and stared angrily at the old man opposite him.

"I respect your three cups, and I hope you can still enjoy your face." Qian Ming ignored Wen Ruoxuan's angry look, but smiled at Zhuo Feifan. At the same time, his right hand flicked his fingers, and the three wine glasses flew in a straight line.

"The old gentleman is so sincere." Zhuo Feifan didn't pay attention to the three wine glasses that came from him. The wine in the wine glass has been turned into ice, and then the power of fire has turned into three ice arrows. Thank you, Mr. Bing. With that, Zhuo Feifan had an extra wine glass in his hand, and the three ice arrows were amazingly powerful. But in front of Zhuo Feifan, the ice arrow seemed to be soft, turning into a ball of water mist, and then condensed into a drop of wine and dripping into the cup in Zhuo Feifan's hand.

He picked up the cup and drank it all. He praised softly, "Good wine!"

After drinking the wine, Zhuo Feifan pinched a finger with his right hand and gently pulled it. Three balls of wine floated out of the wine pot, no less, which was exactly the amount of three cups. I also give three cups to the old gentleman. After saying that, the three groups of wine slowly floated towards Qian Ming.

The air in the room suddenly became hot, as if a flame was burning. Old Huang was already stunned at this moment. He kept praying in his heart that these guys would not fight, and even if they fought, it would be better not to break his store.

Qian Ming's face changed slightly. These three glasses of wine have been burned into water vapor by Zhuo Feifan and condensed into water by him, but in fact, the temperature was extremely high. But at this moment, he has no other way. If he can't even take this move, he has no choice but to quit.

Qian Ming slowly condensed a wine glass in his hand, which exuded a chill. Three glasses of water and wine fell lightly into the glass in his hand like a living thing. Suddenly, a large amount of white water mist spread, and a slight heat came from outside the wine glass.

Qian Ming urged Zhenyuanli to suppress this heat. Gradually, the heat decreased a lot. He took a long breath and then picked up his glass to drink. Thank you very much." He thanked Zhuo Feifan.

"You're welcome." Zhuo Feifan smiled very happily. Suddenly, he looked awe-insered and said seriously, "Old gentleman, there is still a mystery in the wine. Be careful."

As soon as Zhuo Feifan's words fell, Qian Ming's face suddenly changed, and his face turned red. He looked at Zhuo Feifan angrily, but he couldn't say a word.

He had to be careful, but he didn't expect that Zhuo Feifan would be mysterious in this water wine. Intention, he said. In the stomach, a flame is burning, wrapped in Zhenyuan force and worn away little by little.

With five breaths, Qian Ming suppressed the flame in his body. But it will take some time for the distance to disappear. The flame is like a blade and extremely sharp.

"Wen Ruoxuan, since you have toasted me, I will also give you a toast." Zhuo Feifan said, in the floating glass in front of him, the water and wine turned into a stream and fell into his mouth, and then the water and wine in the wine pot were injected into the cup and floated in front of Wen Ruoxuan.

"Hmm." Wen Ruoxuan has seen that Qian Ming was slightly injured, but he was very despised in his heart. He looked at the wine glass in front of him, picked it up and drank it down. He is not afraid. What he cultivates is the true power of the fire attribute, and the flame of the other party is to provide him with supplements. But the next moment, his face changed. The water wine was wrapped in a ball of cold power, and this force was so familiar. In an instant, he thought of who this cold power belonged to, Qian Ming.

Zhuo Feifan looked at both of them changing their faces, but he ignored them, picked up the wine pot and slowly walked to the old man who had been drinking.

"Senior, I would like to give you a toast." Zhuo Feifan said, picked up the wine pot and poured a full glass of wine.

"Oh," the old fairy's eyes brightened in an instant. He stared at the wine glass in front of him and sighed, "No one has invited me to drink for a long time. Every time those guys invite the old man to drink, they have bad intentions. Young man, can you buy me a drink?"

Zhuo Feifan smiled faintly, "I have already heard about the reputation of the old immortal outside Beiming. This cup is sincere."

"So, my old man drank it." The old fairy picked up the glass and gently sucked it. The whole glass of wine entered the end. He smashed his mouth and said, "It feels good to drink wine with others. The old man works too hard to make money." He didn't speak loudly, like an old man in his old murmur.

"If the elders don't dislike it, the younger generation can buy you a drink every day." What Zhuo Feifan said was extremely sincere, which seemed to be true.

"I love to drink rime." The old fairy said with a childish look. After saying that, he stared at Zhuo Feifan.

"Senior, don't worry, I still have a lot of money on me." Zhuo Feifan said and took out a bag of gold baht from his body.

"This is not enough for me to drink every day!" The old fairy sighed.

Zhuo Feifan smiled, picked up the wine pot, filled the wine into the glass, and invited, "Please!"

The old fairy was rude, picked up the glass and drank it down again. Zhuo Feifan filled it again and he drank it. Zhuo Feifan wanted to drink, but he stopped him. Then he sighed, "I have drunk three glasses of wine from you, so you can ask the old man a question."

Zhuo Feifan was overjoyed, and he had already inquired about it.

He checked his head slightly, and then asked gently, "I want to find someone whose name is Huang Zhong!"

The old fairy's look suddenly became awe-inspiring, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He stared at Zhuo Feifan. Then, the light in his eyes faded little by little, "He is dead."