Everyone has their own thoughts

In the distance, Baili Huo also walked over.

When he saw Xia Lang, he became angry and took advantage of his grandfather being the great elder to dominate the sect.

Don't take him seriously as the acting head.

Now, finally, there is a chance to judge him.

"Sharan, kneel down for me and I'll capture you without mercy!"

Baili Huo said coldly.

In order to prevent Xia Shi from coming back, he is still necessary as a hostage.

"Bai Lihuo, I advise you to go see your father. He should be dead."

Xia Lang folded his arms and laughed contemptuously, "Now, my grandpa of the White Sword Sect has the final say!"

"I'm going to fuck you!"

Bailihuo slapped Xia Lang on the face.

The terrifying force caused his body to fly out sideways.

"You...you dare to hit me?"

Xia Lang was beaten until blood came out of his mouth, and he pointed at Baili Huo and howled angrily.

"What's wrong with beating you? Let your grandpa come!" Bailihuo snorted coldly.

At this time, Bailihua came from a distance with her trouser pockets in her pocket.

Xia Lang looked at Bailihua, and there was nothing wrong with her. Could it be...

Did your grandfather fail in his operation?

Just as he was deep in thought, he discovered that Baili Mie had also appeared.

Looking at his refreshed appearance, Xia Lang's face turned pale.

Now he has guessed what happened.

"Master! The bad things my grandfather did have nothing to do with me."

Sharan was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"late!"

Baili Huo appeared in front of Xia Lang in the blink of an eye and knocked him unconscious with one blow.

"This man is still useful, I'll take him down first."

Bailihuo grabbed Xia Lang's arm and dragged him away from here.

Baili Mie watched all this indifferently.

During his retreat, Bailihuo often complained to him.

He knew everything about what happened to the sect, but he couldn't use Qi and couldn't help.

He will have no sympathy for Sharon.

"Feng Lin, go have a drink. This is my treasured wine. Most people can't drink it."

Baili Mie walked towards Feng Lin, put his arm around his shoulders, and walked forward.

On the way, many disciples were excited when they saw their leader coming out of seclusion.

In the past few years, they, as disciples, have suffered a lot of grievances.

Baili Mie took Feng Lin to a stone table.

He waved his hand gently, and a wine jar the size of a basketball appeared.

He took out two more large bowls and poured one for Feng Lin first.

"Taste it."

Baili Mie smiled and stretched out his hand.

Feng Lin picked up the bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned, "Treasures from heaven and earth?"

"He is indeed a miracle doctor, he can taste it in just one bite."

Baili Mie also poured himself a bowl, "When our Baijian Sect was glorious, there were only two things we were most proud of, swords and wine."

As he said that, he drank all the wine in the bowl and sighed, "Now things have changed, swordsmanship has been abolished, and only this wine-making technology is left."

"It's really good stuff. I just took one sip and I'm already a little bit heady."

Feng Lin raised the big bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

“Good drinker! Come again!”

Baili Mie poured another bowl for Feng Lin, and then he winked at Baili Hua not far away, "Hua, prepare a few dishes for us to go with the wine."

Bailihua looked into her grandfather's eyes, her face suddenly turned red, and she left in a hurry.

Baili Mie has his own little thoughts, why doesn't Feng Lin?

His ability to drink is extraordinary, not to mention that he can sober himself up by stimulating acupuncture points.

When Baili Mie gets drunk and asks for the sword hilt, he will definitely give it to him.

So, the two of them got into a fight with the intention of getting each other drunk.

"drink!"

"Come again!"

…

In a few breaths, the jar of wine was empty.

Baili Mie was surprised, this was no ordinary wine.

However, he had a lot of this kind of wine, and he didn't believe that Feng Lin would be drunk without it.

"Come!"

Baili Mie put his hand on the ground and picked up the wine with a clanging sound.

There were five or six altars piled nearby.

Such a large amount was enough to fill his stomach. Feng Lin had to lie down even if the amount was huge.

Feng Lin had the same idea.

You two had a bowl, I had a bowl, and in the end we all became irritable.

Hold the jars and pour them separately.

Feng Lin felt that everything was burning from his mouth, along his esophagus, to his stomach.

This medicinal wine with the effect of heavenly materials and earthly treasures rushed straight to his forehead, making his thinking gradually become confused.

This wine is really refreshing.

He took out a silver needle and stabbed himself secretly, hoping to relieve the hangover.

"Fuck!"

Feng Lin suddenly cursed in pain.

Because my head was too dizzy and my hands were shaking, I stabbed it in the wrong place.

Looking at Baili Mie opposite, he was holding the wine jar in a daze and pouring wine into his mouth.

Feng Lin slapped his forehead hard and felt the dizziness getting stronger and stronger.

This has never happened to him since he became an ancient warrior.

Feng Lin secretly thought something was wrong. In this state, he couldn't hold on any longer and took the opportunity to get the scabbard.

"Old man..."

"Feng Lin, you are so powerful! Come on..."

Baili Mie couldn't even speak clearly.

"Old man, let me see the scabbard of the White Emperor's Holy Sword. I'm very curious."

Feng Lin held his chin up and felt like he couldn't open his eyes.

"What are you looking at? If you marry my granddaughter and inherit the White Sword Sect, it will all be yours!"

Baili Mie said in a daze.

"But I...I, what do I want to say?" Feng Lin suddenly scratched his head.

"Drinking, right?" Baili Mie raised the wine jar.

"Yes, drink!" Feng Lin raised the wine jar.
To be continued...