Because while on the endless ocean, Qin Cheng followed Han Mingsheng, the chef of the immortal banquet, and his ears and eyes were dyed for a while.

Therefore, not only does the dragon meat be cooked, but the meat is fragrant and the oil is sizzling.

The cultivators were also surprised and admired.

Unexpectedly, Qin Cheng not only has high cultivation, but also has such excellent other aspects.

"Sun Zhengyang, you guys slow down. Are you a pig? Eat so quickly!"

The bald man angrily scolded that others enjoyed this atmosphere and chatted with each other to enhance their relationship, but only Sun Zhengyang, the bastard, was just eating.

Sun Zhengyang completely ignored this.

Exchange of feelings is something that you don’t need for yourself. This dragon meat contains a lot of spiritual energy and essence that nourishes the Taoist body. If you eat less, you will lose.

"This guy has such a temper, don't worry about him." Fellow Daoist shook his head and said.

Qin Cheng smiled helplessly.

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

Therefore, most monks cherish the opportunity very much and enjoy the process.

After all, on the other side of the galaxy, countless monks are destined to engage in a fierce battle for robbing treasures, and this moment will no longer exist.

But this guy has no idea about this, and no matter how much he persuades him, it is useless.

"I'll try Brother Qin's wine."

Ignoring Sun Zhengyang, the Taoist Kuji smiled. Seeing that everyone had not reached out, he took the immortal wine that Qin Cheng took out for a jar.

"Taoist tastes it or not." Qin Cheng smiled slightly.

Although the Taoist Kujiu is usually taciturn, he has a relatively calm personality and is not difficult to get along with.

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

The Taoist Kujiu obviously had some understanding of Xianjiu. After looking at the mud seal, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he opened it.

When I opened the wine jar and started drinking it, a strong aroma of wine spread out quickly like a tide.

The wine is not strong, but it has a refreshing fragrance of osmanthus, which makes people feel refreshed.

On the starship, except for Sun Zhengyang who was burying his head, all the monks came to see it.

The Taoist Master Kuroko was even more impatient. He quickly poured a cup, took a sip first, and then couldn't help but drink it all.

"Good wine, Mr. Qin, your wine is really the best. It is the ancient Guixian wine, and it is brewed perfectly."

The Taoist Kujiu looked intoxicated and was extremely amazed.

He was a wine lover, so after he tasted it, he tasted it very well.

"Ancient Guixian Wine, Taoist, are you real or fake?"

The bald monk looked suspicious. Although the immortal wine Qin Cheng took out really smelled tempting, was there something big about the ancient wine?

"Can you still lie to you? I was a disciple in the Supreme Sect and invited guests from other sects at that time. I had the honor of drinking this wine once, which made me extremely unforgettable. I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Qin had such a good wine in his hand. Thank you very much.

"The Taoist Kujiu sighed and thanked.

"I'll try it." Seeing that the dead bones were spoken sincerely, the bald monk quickly filled a cup and drank it all.

"It tastes really good." The bald monk felt comfortable all over and admired him now.

Now, everyone was also a little expectant, and they tasted it, and then couldn't help but applaud.

As for the Guixian wine, it was naturally taken out by Qin Cheng from the treasure house of Bai Zhanqi Palace.

There are still many things in my hands, and Qin Cheng didn't care much about them.

"This Guixian wine tastes very good, but after drinking it, I feel..."

After Mr. Chen tasted it, he felt the internal organs getting hot, and a warm current surged all over 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 gave him a wink.

Mr. Chen glanced at Sun Zhengyang who was still burying his hard work next to him, and suddenly woke up.

"And I feel that I am very drunk and I feel a little dizzy." Mr. Chen quickly changed his mouth.

Yes, if I say that the effect of this Guixian wine is stronger than that of the golden-scale dragon.


Chapter completed!