Liang Yan shook his head, with an expression like "I believe you all have ghosts!" Shen Sanchi was very scheming and could tell things like a god. He had a clear mind and many means in planning. The old man and the young man didn't look like them at all.

Simple role.

"So, the last teammate we are looking for this time is this knight-errant Cang Yueming?" Liang Yan said leisurely after taking a sip of wine.

"Yes, that's why I want to find you to go to the Hundred Flowers Club!"

Ji Lai unfolded the folding fan in his hand and said with a slight smile: "According to the information I inquired about, Cang Yueming likes drinking and composing poems, and he will never miss a grand event like the Hundred Flowers Club. In fact, he is not the only one who has come to Wushuang City to participate in the selection assessment. Most of the monks will go there. After all, there are still many people who have not found allies. This Baihua Festival is a perfect opportunity for everyone to observe other competitors and then choose the most suitable partner for them."

"So that's it." Liang Yan saw the smile on Ji Lai's face and couldn't help but nodded: "It seems that you have already thought of a countermeasure in your mind. You will definitely be able to win over this 'South China Sea Swordsman' by then?"

"Hehe, although I dare not say 'certainly', the success rate is very high!"

Ji said as he stretched out his hand, he actually took out two bottles of "Tai Qing Hong Yun Pulp" from the storage ring!

"These two bottles are the only treasures left in my master's collection. I stole them all. That's Cang Yueming's good wine. I'm just going to let him have his way!"

Liang Yan looked at the two bottles of fairy wine on the table, his eyes suddenly jumped, and he almost subconsciously covered his storage ring.

"This Sanchi Shen. Did he commit any evil in his previous life?"
Chapter completed!