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Chapter 244 A stick of incense
Li Chongyang is not the kind of person who talks casually but secretly plays tricks. He only cares about doing as he pleases, whether he likes it or not.

Of course, only he has this confidence and strength. The words Li Juxia have changed from flattery and flattery 20 years ago to admiration and respect today.

Although the Yan Family Fort was besieged by the Demon Cult for more than half a month, causing countless casualties, but no matter what, the Yan Family is a big family, and there is no shortage of good food and wine. After some pleasantries, Yan Sibo ordered people to move in The whole altar of fine wine, each altar is mellow wine that has been cellared for at least 30 years.

There may be people in the rivers and lakes who are not lustful, and there may be people who do not love money, but there is absolutely no one who does not know how to drink.

Wen Tao was holding the bowl, squinting at these people from all corners of the country who screamed like they lost their souls when they saw the wine. Wen Tao didn't know much about wine, but he could tell whether the wine in the bowl was good or bad.

"This wine is a jar of green bamboo leaves among the hundred jars of fine wine collected from all over the world by the Yuanzu when he ascended the throne. The aroma of the wine is not strong, but it is smooth and delicate in the mouth. It is most suitable for a young hero like you, head of the text. "Yan Sibo looked around contemptuously at those people in the Jianghu who were addicted to alcohol, half explaining half showing off to Wen Tao and introduced.

Wen Tao showed a smiling face, raised his bowl to Yan Sibo, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Thank you, Patriarch Yan, for your hospitality. This wine is really good."

As if relieved, Yan Sibo replaced the previous forced smile with a smile that looks like a survivor after a catastrophe, and said: "Yan is here, first of all, I would like to thank Sect Master Wen for lending a helping hand, otherwise my Yan Family may be in great trouble this time. "

Wen Tao shook his head, looked at the giant hero Li Chongyang who was surrounded by a group of people from all walks of life like stars and stars, and said: "Patriarch Yan, Wen doesn't talk to you politely, if you beat back the demon sect this time, Human attack, I don't want anything else, you have to give me ten altars of fine wine."

Yan Sibo was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, and said boldly: "Don't talk about ten jars, this time, no matter whether Yan survives or not, one hundred jars of fine wine will definitely be sent to Wudang."

"Then Wen will wait for the patriarch Yan's good news in Wudang, and he will not rest until he is drunk." Wen Tao looked at Li Chongyang and said with a smile on his face, his eyes were strange.

Wen Tao is an honored guest to Yan Sibo, but he is not the most expensive one. In Yan Sibo's heart, Wen Tao is the surprise brought to him by Liu Qingyi, but his real reliance is Liu Qingyi and Li Chongyang.

Seeing Yan Sibo walking towards Li Chongyang, Liu Qingyi quietly appeared beside Wen Tao, and said with a smile, "How?"

Wen Tao was confused, and asked back: "What?"

"This kind of feeling." Liu Qingyi said with a smile: "The Yan family is a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years. How does it feel that the patriarch of a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years humbles you and asks you?"

Wen Tao sneered, and said, "I don't have any special feelings. Yan Sibo is not as good as you. A paranoid old man who desperately wants to save face. His only advantage is that he is rich and powerful."

Liu Qingyi was taken aback, feeling novel about Wen Tao's never-heard remarks, then smiled and said angrily, "Are you belittling or praising me, brat?"

Wen Tao also laughed, and said: "Of course I compliment you, you are not paranoid, but occasionally you are a bit thick-skinned, and you don't want to lose face, because occasionally you are shameless, and you are not old. Anyway, most people will think that you and my master are the same when they see you." In terms of seniority, the most important thing is that you are as rich and powerful as him."

After listening to Wen Tao's words, Liu Qingyi couldn't laugh or cry, and slandered in her heart. Wen Tao learned to tease himself at that time.

However, for Wen Tao's last sentence describing Yan Sibo's wealth and wealth, Liu Qingyi agreed with 1 people in his heart. There are three or four hundred altars of fine wine in the hall that have been stored for at least 30 years, and Wen Tao and Liu Qingyi are drinking now. Yes, the fine wine buried by the Yuanzu when he ascended the throne is 300 years old. Even Zhuyeqing, which is known for its soft and long-lasting taste, has become mellow and hot.

After gulping it down, he poured another bowl for Wen Tao and himself. Liu Qingyi said in amazement: "The whole Jianghu also has this background. Even Li Chongyang can't come up with so much good wine in a short time."

Wen Tao nodded slightly. No matter how much Li Zhengran can make money, it only takes a few short decades. It can't compare to the Yan family's accumulation of thousands of years, not to mention the 300-year-old wine that the two are drinking, without any background or strength. Money can never buy it.

Just as the two were commenting on Yan Sibo, a long and sharp howling sound entered the hall, the sound was harsh and dry, making people uncomfortable.

"Three sticks of incense in the Holy Gate, if you don't send the whole family to death."

Immediately following the ear-piercing whistling sound, the voice of hundreds of people shouting at the same time made the Jianghu people who were still addicted to fine wine tremble with fear, and many timid people dropped the bowls in their hands to the ground.

And Yan Sibo, who was getting close to Li Chongyang, turned pale and his heart sank. The Demon Cult had besieged Yanjiabao for half a month, and had never sacrificed these three sticks of incense. Now that he shouted this slogan, could it be that he was exhausted of patience and wanted to Have you wiped out yourself and many martial arts people in one go?
Thinking of this, Yan Sibo heaved a sigh of relief. He had hundreds of servants in Yanjiabao, plus there were more than 200 people from the Jianghu in the hall, so he might not be able to have a hard time with the Demon Cult this time.

Wen Tao and Liu Qingyi looked at each other, and the same thought rose in their hearts, is it finally coming?

The two of them did not stand out, but approached Yan Sibo. After all, Yan Sibo was the central figure in the whole incident. These two hundred people will turn into headless flies, waiting for the devil to harvest them.

"With a stick of incense at the Holy Gate, all the birds and beasts are dead."

Still hundreds of people shouted in unison, a red light flashed away on the high courtyard wall, and was nailed to the center of the beam with a bang. Looking carefully, the tail of a stick of long incense that had just been lit had not penetrated into the beam. two inches.

Awkward.

If it was an arrow, it might not have caused such an uproar, but now it is just a stick of incense, which can penetrate two inches into the beam of the house, and it looks like it was thrown by a person.

This person's hand strength, or the control over power, has reached an astonishing level.

Wen Tao couldn't help thinking of Basse, if Basse were here, he might be able to pull out the stick of incense and shoot it out.

Not everyone was surprised by the shock of this stick of incense. Li Chongyang strode out, not afraid of someone sneaking up on him. With his right foot touching the ground, his whole body flew up lightly. With a light touch of his finger, the burning incense never entered. The beam of the house broke and fell, Li Chongyang grabbed the long incense casually, held the long incense in his hand, leaned towards his face, and blew lightly, the incense fluttered and fluttered, after all, it failed to burn again.

Others didn't react much, but Wen Tao's eyes lit up. Li Chongyang's move seemed simple, but in fact it was quite difficult, especially blowing out the incense head, not just his lung capacity is enough.

It didn't matter if Li Chongyang extinguished the incense head, he threw it with his backhand, and the stick of incense seemed to have eyes, and it reflected back in the direction it came from, even the angle and strength were exactly the same.

(End of this chapter)