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Chapter 90 Storytellers

The mysterious old man showing killing momentum disappeared before his eyes flickeringly, but Xu Ming had a bad premonition in his heart.

If Ting Chao Hai could be by his side, he would naturally be able to recognize at a glance this mysterious old man who showed his killing power. He was the storyteller who was drunk and talking nonsense in his tavern.

Even Ting Chaohai didn't see his true identity, obviously his cultivation was beyond Yuanying Stage Consummation.

Moreover, it can show a rare killing power with a slight movement of its fingers, and it has a rich connection with this black city.

The identity of this storyteller is too suspicious.

Of course, all of this is not what Xu Ming needs to consider right now. If there is any delay, he must first find the thing that can improve the evolution of the Alchemy Fortune Art in the mission prompt.

It's just that when he withdrew his mind from the mysterious old man, ear-piercing noises rang in his ears like gongs and drums.

Looking up, countless wine shops and gambling houses are overcrowded.

Among them, there are strong men who are lonely and drunk, and there are also reckless men who are showing off their might and punching.

And there are people coming and going in those gambling houses, with different expressions on their faces.

As a five-good otaku back then, I naturally sneered at these things.

It's just that before he could move, a wretched-looking servant followed like a shadow.

"Looking at the guest officer's expression, it should be the first time he has come to Heiyu City, right?"

The young servant's whispered words, coupled with his wretched expression, are simply indescribable.

Just when he was about to say something to send this person away, he heard Zhou Xiaodie's yelling.

"You guys underestimate me. I. But cover the sea"

The words were slurred, obviously seven parts drunk and three parts sober.

Xu Ming's eyes and ears are sharp, and he can already tell the direction by hearing it.

Without any hesitation, his feet flew towards a restaurant not far away like a galaxy turning around.

"Look at this anxious look, I have never drank alcohol in eight lifetimes!"

The servant looked at Xu Ming who was rushing towards the tavern with disdain, shook his head and sighed.

In the tavern, a group of people surrounded Zhou Xiaodie and cheered loudly.

Although Zhou Xiaodie had his elder brother as a backer, he was not very experienced in the business and did not realize that what he was drinking was the powerful Immortal Pour.

The so-called gods can get drunk even after taking a sip.

Looking at the empty wine jars randomly placed around him, it is obvious that five or six jars have already been eaten.

Sitting opposite Zhou Xiaodie was a middle-aged man who seemed to be sitting upright, drinking slowly from a wine bowl the size of a bowl.

The most eye-catching thing about this person is the two sword eyebrows, but the two gleams in his eyes can't be hidden under his seemingly awe-inspiring appearance.

Although Xu Ming didn't have divine sense, he could perceive the conspiracy with his powerful six senses.

Judging from the direction of the breath in his body, this person actually used his cultivation to secretly draw off the power of alcohol, and just now he achieved this feat of not getting drunk after a thousand cups.

Poor Zhou Xiaodie is still kept in the dark and wants to stupidly support the Sixth Immortal to fall.

Presumably, if Zhou Xiaodie hadn't been washed by Zhou Fuhai since she was a child, and fed with countless treasures from heaven and earth, she would have passed out and passed out long ago.

Xu Ming looked anxiously in the crowded crowd, and heard from the mouths of those cheerleaders that the man with two sword eyebrows made a bet with Zhou Xiaodie.

It seems to be similar to the previous agreement between myself and the mysterious old man, most of which is that whoever loses will do something for the other party.

In fact, Zhou Xiaodie missed the opportunity from the very beginning,

Seeing Zhou Xiaodie's refusal to admit defeat, Xu Ming wanted to drink, but when he was about to make a move, someone secretly grabbed the pulse door.

With at least [-]% of his strength gone, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the person who made the shot.

This person's eyes seemed slightly narrowed, and he looked a little drunk, but the sharp light in his eyes made Xu Ming understand instantly that this person was also a fisher in troubled waters.

"Boy, do you want a hero to save the beauty?"

"What, you want to be the first?"

"No, I'm just kindly reminding you that the people who set up such a mysterious formation have helpers on both sides."

"Look at this group of people, the first person from the east, the second from the west, and the fifth from the south,"

"These are all the helpers of this Dugu Mountain. Are you sure you can beat it with your own strength?"

After whispering, the man took another sip of the strong wine from the wine gourd, breathed out a strong smell of alcohol, and looked at Xu Ming evilly.

"I think you are only at the level of marrow cleansing, but there is an aura in your pulse that is comparable to the perfection of the foundation building stage."

"It's just that using brute force is not the best option."

Xu Ming was so delayed by this person, Zhou Xiaodie's Sixth Altar Immortal had already entered his belly,
The already shaky figure finally couldn't resist the powerful intoxication that diffused from the dantian.

The smell of alcohol rushed straight to his forehead, shattering his sea of ​​consciousness in the blink of an eye.

With a pop, Zhou Xiaodie fell drunk on the sandalwood desk in front of her.

At this moment, Dugu Shan, whose treacherous plot was successful, smiled calmly.

Slowly put down the wine bowl, seemingly speaking kindly.

"Girl? Girl?"

After calling twice, Zhou Xiaodie was already drunk and unconscious.

Seeing this, Dugu Shan said helplessly.

"The girl has a good capacity for alcohol, but she is really trying to be brave."

After all, he got up and wanted to help Zhou Xiaodie leave.

The murderous intent in Xu Ming's heart could not be restrained at this moment, he looked at the people who were still drinking and watching the theater with his eyes wide open and said.

"If you don't want to save me, don't block me!!"

"Otherwise, I'll kill you too!"

The mysterious old man appeared in Xu Ming's mind instantly, with a flash of killing momentum.

After all, the black Yin Yan in his dantian almost burst out of his body.

But when the drinking person chatted and laughed, the aura in his body was completely reduced.

"Boy, you just watch it!"

After the man said that, the old bamboo piece stuck in his waist fell into his hand in an instant, and he shot it in the next second.

It seemed that there was no gap when he shot, but the moment when Dugu Shan's hand was about to touch Zhou Xiaodie.

The broken bamboo splinters came first, lashing his arm like a whip.

In an instant, the skin was ripped apart, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

It's just that not a single bit of the splattered flesh and blood landed on Zhou Xiaodie's face. This person's control of strength was simply outrageous.

Dugu Shan grinned and held his bloody right hand, while several people quietly gathered around him.

All of them are in the foundation building stage!
Those who were watching the fun also exited the wine shop with great interest, and their eyes were far away, wanting to watch another big show.

Xu Ming saw with his own eyes that this person could actually make a sword out of bamboo slices, and his single-wheel kendo cultivation was clearly at its peak.

"Boy, you don't need that much force to kill someone."

As the sound fell, four or five helpers from Dugu Mountain surrounded him.

But before the five people could make a move, the bamboo splinters burst into pieces.

An extremely bright, bamboo-shaped long knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

The moment the knife lights up, it naturally means that countless heads have fallen to the ground.

(End of this chapter)