Immortal Mad Devil

Qin Yu’s heart was shocked, the Ming thunder bead he learned was really derived from the immortal, and Zhuhuang said in the past that if you practice the Ming thunder bead to the extreme, you can become the nine sons of the thunder bead!

In other words, Golden Bull has heard of Immortal! !

Without waiting for Qin Yu’s answer, he heard the golden cow say: “No, the nine sons of Minglei and the immortal don’t know how many years they are dead, and he shouldn’t have inheritance talent. Yes, boy, where did you hear the undead fairy?”

“From that chaos, he also taught me the nine sons of the undead fairy thunder bead!” Qin Yu whispered Dao, after speaking, he lifted his right hand, and a bead mixed with purple and gray appeared in his palm.

“Thunder bead??” The golden bull stared at the beads in Qin Yu’s hands, with a terrified look, and the stool couldn’t help moving back.

“Impossible, Jiuzi Minglei immortal immortal is known for his fear of death and small belly chicken intestines. I heard that even the Jiuzi Ming Thunder bead he created is not willing to keep inheritance in its sect. Where did you get it?” The golden bull stared at Ming Thunder bead, muttering to himself in thought.

Qin Yu frowned, Qin Yu was a little confused by Golden Bull’s words. After a long time of pondering, Qin Yu’s eyes brightened and said: “Whose hand did the nine sons of Minglei immortal die?” “

If the undead immortal is killed by means of chasing waste, it is possible to get his inheritance.

“I have heard people say that it should have died in the hands of Taiwu,” the golden bull said slowly, a touch of loneliness suddenly appeared on his expression.

“Taiwu?” Qin Yu was taken aback.

“Yes, Taiwu, a member of the Great Desolate Era in the world of the heavens became terror-stricken at the news, but he shouldn’t be the one who’s ridiculous, otherwise, you should die Up.” The golden cow was nodded.

Taewu? The Great Desolate Era of the world? It’s become terror-stricken at the news?

Qin Yu meditated and wanted to see if he could find other clues from Zhuhuang’s past words, but after thinking about it carefully, he still found nothing. He had no choice but to say: “That’s all, let’s not talk about him, come , I toast everyone.” Qin Yu raised his glass.

Young Emperor Hao, Jinniu, and Qin Bai also picked up. As for the three-color tiger king, he was disdainful. It seemed that Qin Yu could not produce any good wine until the Young Emperor was gone. Like him, he reluctantly picked up the wine glass, made a gesture, and drank it in one gulp.

“What kind of wine, how come a little snake got into my body within the body!!!” After one sip, the King of Three Colors suddenly bloomed in an imposing manner and almost didn’t demolish the small courtyard.

Qin Yu’s face twitched, and he looked at the King of Three Color Tigers and said: “That’s not a little snake, it’s Jiu Jin. This Jiu Jin contains inexplicable power and can moisturize the whole body. By the way, this wine is called Qing Longquan wine.”

Jiujin?

The three-color tiger king is frowned, his breath converges, slowly closing his eyes, and quietly feeling the “little snake” within the body. After a long time, the three-color tiger king said: “Okay…” After that, he opened his eyes and swallowed the word “wine” quickly.

After coldly snorted, Sancai Tiger King said indifferently: “This wine is average.” When he said that, his face was slightly red, and the young teacher Feixian Xicha did not like wine. He came to Holy Mountain at the beginning. I didn’t bring any wine in the local time. Where did I drink any good wine?

Because Young Emperor Hao asked Qin Yu to ride the Three-Color Tiger King. Although Qin Yu did not ride, the Three-Color Tiger King was worried about it. Moreover, Young Emperor Hao’s attitude towards Qin Yu made him very It is dissatisfaction.

Although the mouth is normal, the King of Sancai Tiger couldn’t help taking the jug to pour himself, but he didn’t want the golden cow to slap it over. The golden cow took the jug directly. Turning his eyes to the Sancai Tiger King, he said: “Such a general wine is not worthy of your Tiger King status, so don’t subdue yourself and drink this general wine. Leave it to the saint.”

With that said, the golden bull directly put the wine bottle into the Naxu ring…

The King of Three Colors was taken aback, his face was a bit stiff, and the three color hair on that head was almost trembling, although he knew The Golden Bull was talking in an irony, but after all he said that the wine was just so…

The tiger king, who was speechless for a while, couldn’t help but glanced at the other two pots of Qinglongquan wine on the table and poked out directly. Hand, extremely fast, afraid of being snatched by the golden bull again.

“This wine is mine!” Young Emperor Hao said lightly.

The Three Color Tiger King was taken aback, his face turned red, and he wanted to get the last pot. Before he could reach out, Qin Bai held it directly. The purple white man said, “This wine It’s not enough for the three of us.”

The muscles on the three-color tiger king’s face twitched, coldly snorted, and simply stopped eating.

“Boy, this wine is good, but not strong enough, is there still that drunk dragon? That wine is so good, even True Dragon must be drunk…” The golden bull cast his eyes at the three-color tiger king , Not only moved towards Qin Yu loudly said.

Qin Yu smiled secretly, how did he not know what the golden bull meant, shook the head, and said: “The last time you were drunk forgot? Don’t mess around at this time, just try this bar.” Speaking of Qin Yu, he took out a pot of wine from Naxu Ring.

“What kind of wine is this?” The golden cow stared at the flask with bright eyes.

“It seems to be called “Biyue Bamboo Dragon”” Qin Yu pondered then said, this is one of the thousand jars.

“Biyue Bamboo Dragon? Why haven’t I heard of this wine, let me see.” Jin Niu’s eyebrows were upset, and he picked up the jug with a confused look, but the jug was directly disappeared in his hand .

“Generally speaking, it’s best to drink one kind of wine at a time. Drinking it together is a reckless waste of natural resources. This Biyue Bamboo Dragon will be put here first, and we will drink together at that time. Right?” Golden Bull said solemnly.

“Biyue Bamboo Dragon, Wentian Tomb Zhuhai has a wine named Biyuezhu, which is brewed by taking insects from the bamboo into the dew collected on the Biyue bamboo leaves, and since this wine has the word dragon added , Then, it’s not the worm in the bamboo, but the dragon in the bamboo. Therefore, the Biyue bamboo dragon is rare in the world, comparable to the nine Great Saint wine!” Young Emperor Hao suddenly silently looked at his mouth and stared at the golden bull with indifference.

The golden bull twitched and looked away from Young Emperor Hao. Didn’t expect Young Emperor Hao to know that he scratched his head awkwardly and said: “Didn’t expect this Biyue Bamboo Dragon And the origin of this? Wait a few days, let’s drink the Biyue Bamboo Dragon.”

“Divide me in half!” Young Emperor Hao said indifferently, taking out a jade pot from somewhere and giving it away. In front of the golden bull.

Golden Bull’s face was stiff, looking at Young Emperor Hao’s indifferent appearance, it was not easy to attack, in desperation, he had to take out the hip flask and poured a half of it to Young Emperor Hao.

“What I said is half!” Young Emperor Hao wrinkled his brows slightly, said.

“What about me?” At this time, Qin Bai’s white head actually opened his mouth. He opened the eyes that had been closed, revealing two eyes filled with white mist, without pupils. But it gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Golden Bull looked at Qin Bai’s white eyes in horror. He wanted to refuse, but he thought of something. He said: “This saint can only pour you a glass at most.” As he said, he took out one. After the wine glass was filled, it was sent to Qin Bai.

Three heads, just pour one cup…The purple head and the purple white head stare at the golden bull coldly, but the golden bull doesn’t even look at two heads.

Qin Yu sat aside and did not speak. It seems that the value of the thousand cylinders of wine under the dragon tyrant needs to be reexamined.

“Give me a glass too.” Three-color Tiger King swallowed his saliva and couldn’t help saying.

“Forget it, his wine is average, so this wine is also average, not worthy of you.” Golden Bull quickly took back the flask, and said casually, the three-color tiger king said to Qin He looked at Yu’s attitude, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Three-color tiger king complexion is gloomy, his burly body is a bit shaken, and he is not lightly bullish by gold……