Chapter 22 Zhufeng Dacang

Ding Zhan entered the bamboo forest full of spiritual energy.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!" There was a fierce fighting sound inside.

What does this kid do in his spiritual bamboo forest?

Do damage?

Feng Linger couldn't help it first and looked into the bamboo forest.

Ding Zhan's figure was vague, looking busy, curiously wanted to enter and take a look, but he didn't want to give in to the bad man.

The Nine Ghosts True Man walked towards the bamboo forest strangely, and Fenglinger hurriedly followed.

Ding Zhan is attacking the ground in the bamboo forest.

The fist was covered with purple true energy, and it was punched down with one punch. In the shock of "dongdongdongdong", a deep pit of more than 30 meters was smashed out of the ground, and a large ball of bamboo leaves appeared inside, wrapped together layer by layer, like bamboo shoots.

The leaves of bamboo shoots were buried deep in the thirty meters of land, and they were green and green. The little beauty finally couldn't help but ask: "Bad man! What are you doing?"

Bad guy?

Ding Zhan was completely wronged: "Am I so bad?"

He shouted in the deep pit: "Let you see, what is blooming layer by layer!"

The purple true energy on Ding Zhan's fist dissipated, and a green light that seemed like life rose, and he shouted softly: "Tianyi's Technique."

The "Secret Talisman of Heavenly Medicine" taught by the second master was transported, and the green light of life was scattered to the green leaves and bamboo shoots in the deep pit.

"Crazy..."

Just like lotus flowers blooming, the bamboo shoots wrapped in the deep pit unfold one by one, forming a lotus platform for bamboo leaves. The items wrapped in the middle are displayed, and it turns out that there are more than twenty black ceramic wine jars.

"What's that?"

"nice one!"

Ding Zhan smiled "hehe": "Do you want to taste it? It's honey."

"Your jar clearly has the word "wine" with cinnabar, so why is it honey? It should be a bar?"

Feng Ling'er pouted her lips, and the tears of grievance had not disappeared on her pretty white face. She looked up at the pitiful pit, and Ding Zhan felt sad.

"Smart! It's not honey indeed."

Ding Zhan smiled "haha" and lifted the lid of the wine jar. A strong smell of wine with the fragrance of bamboo leaves filled the spiritual bamboo forest: "There is wine inside!"

"But!"

Ding Zhan proudly said: "This is not an ordinary wine. It was originally a 300-year-old Dafengcang wine. It was filled with tender green bamboo leaves of 300 years old. It was covered with thick bamboo leaves of more than 300 years old. Finally, it was brewed in the spiritual veins thirty meters deep."

"After the past few years of brewing, it's what it is now..." Ding Zhan put it in when he was practicing at the age of fifteen. Ding Zhan thought about it with a cool look: "It's called Zhufeng Okura."

With a wave of his hand, two jars of Zhufeng Okura flew towards Jiugui Zhenren: "Senior Real Person, these two jars are Ding Zhan's filial piety to you!"

Ding Zhan stuffed three jars into the storage ring he had given: "There are only twelve jars left in real life. Don't drink them secretly. It will probably take more than ten years to achieve success."

"disease!"

Ding Zhan waved his hands, and the "Secret Talisman of Heaven" flew out a green light like a whirlwind, shaking the bamboo leaves on the deep pit to fly towards the deep pit. The small bamboo leaves turned into the size of a catkin leaf in the rotation, surrounding the twelve jars of bamboo winds and wrapping the wine jar layer by layer.

Get it done!

Ding Zhan clapped his hands and jumped out of the deep pit, waved his palms to sweep the soil next to the deep pit, and buried the wine jar wrapped in bamboo leaves again.

"The Secret Talisman of Heavenly Medicine" was actually used by Ding Zhan to make wine.

No wonder Senior Yaoxianlin looked like he was so angry at Ding Zhan. When he was fifteen years old, he asked him to practice in the spiritual energy of the bamboo forest. As a result, he was distracted and secretly made wine and did some useless things: it was so fickle!

After dealing with the twelve jars of bamboo wind Dacang, Ding Zhan did not stop. He walked to the other side of the bamboo forest spiritual energy, punched a few times, and smashed a deep pit of more than 30 meters.

Feng Linger asked again: "What are you doing?"

“Make good wine.”

Ding Zhan smiled and took out five jars of fine wine from the storage ring. This was something he had finally stolen from the elder of Ziwei Jade Palace. Since he came to the bamboo forest spiritual land, he buried several jars, and used the green true energy of the "Secret Talisman of Heavenly Medicine" to rotate, and the larger bamboo leaves wrapped around the five jars of fine wine.

The little beauty Feng Linger had long forgotten. Ding Zhan bullied her just now: "Is that deep pit just now not good? Why do you have to dig the pit and bury it again?"

Ding Zhan filled the new pit and clapped his hands and said, "If it's cooking, two or three dishes will be more delicious together. The winemaking is different. Two different wines are brewed together. Different smells will deteriorate the wine, but it will be more mellow."

Of course, the little beauty doesn't know how to make wine anymore.

Seeing Ding Zhan looking confident and proud, although he was unwilling to admit it, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "This bad guy has not only good martial arts skills, but also knows a lot."

"Junior Sister Ling'er, can you cook?"

Feng Linger nodded: "Yes!"

Is it related to making wine?

But after hearing Ding Zhan say excitedly, "Okay! After several days of running around, Brother Ding is not only hungry, but also has no choice but to have wine or no food. Make a few specialty dishes."

Feng Linger was stunned.

This man is so thick-skinned that he had only met for less than an hour. He was like a familiar old friend who actually asked her to cook. You must know that all the masters don’t use her like this.

Feng Ling'er was dissatisfied and was about to protest, but Ding Zhan turned around and looked at Jiugui Zhenren: "Senior Real Person, Master asked me to come to you to conquer the treasure. What is it?"

I just remembered this now?

I really don’t know what Ding Zhan was thinking, and the Nine Ghosts True Man was helpless: If Ding Zhan was his apprentice, let alone the magical treasures, even the steel knife would not be in vain.

Unfortunately, Ding Zhan is not his apprentice.
Chapter completed!