After being stunned, Cheng Jin struggled violently, but with such a huge gap in cultivation, it was definitely useless.

"You...you...let go of Senior Brother Cheng!"

"Yes, let go of Senior Brother Cheng, we are from the Shengyuan Sect!"

...

The disciples of the Shengyuan Sect who recovered from the fright all stood up quickly, and within a short while, they surrounded Ling Aotian.

But after all, Ling Aotian is a powerful Yuan Sect, so even if more than a dozen great Yuanshi surrounded him, he still did not dare to do any substantial behavior. The only thing he dared to do was to move out of the Holy Yuan Sect, hoping to scare Ling Aotian.

"Shengyuan Sect, is it a cool person?" Ling Aotian sneered, bowed down, and asked, "Now, can I take the person away?"

Cheng Jin gritted his teeth. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free. It seemed that the man in white was not afraid of the Shengyuan Sect, but in front of his young followers, he could not admit defeat. He could only grit his teeth and said: "You dare to treat me like this. Even if you are the Yuan Sect, the Shengyuan Sect will not let you go!"

"Then..." Ling Aotian opened his mouth and just spit out a word, he was retreated. Cold man stepped on Cheng Jin's body, turned him over, and sat on him, punched him in his face.

Cheng Jin vomited blood on his face, and looked closely at the blood on the ground, and there was a tooth in the blood.

"Ink Trace."

Bang bang bang bang.

One punch after another, Cheng Jin's face was no longer human, and it turned out to be a bun. His head was dim and his eyes became a slit. He could only see a little between the two swollen meats on the top and bottom.

"It's almost OK, it's not easy to beat him to death." Seeing that Cheng Jin's breath became weaker, Ling Aotian had to speak and remind him.

Leng Nodded, stared at Cheng Jin for a moment, and then burped loudly.

Bang.

Another crisp slap.

After a moment of silence, Cold Man actually looked at the bright red slap marks on Cheng Jin's face and laughed: "Hahahahaha, Shu Chang."

Wan Yunjin had already become a wooden man, motionless, as if he was afraid that he would beat him up even when he was afraid of getting up cold.

"These two are too tough..."

Seeing Wan Yunjin's stupid appearance, Bai Yifeng smiled secretly, hoping that one day he learned that the cold noodles he called the little brother were three-headed vinyl, and would not be scared to pee his pants, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Finally, after this slap, Cold Noodles stopped, and it seemed that the alcohol had dissipated and he became much more awake.

Cheng Jin climbed up with difficulty, stammering in his mouth and wondering what he was saying.

Ling Aotian frowned, looked at the dozen or so stupid big monks on the side impatiently, and shouted without hesitation: "Don't you take him out, you want to be beaten?"

The disciples of the Shengyuan Sect who were awakened from the daze did not dare to hesitate at all. They helped Cheng Jin and left quickly. Others dared to beat the inner disciples like this, let alone some insignificant outer disciples.

Cheng Jin, who was being held, had his eyes full of viciousness. Although it was covered with skin trauma, he had no idea how many teeth in his mouth were knocked out, and he also lost all his face in front of these outer disciples. His pain today must be returned ten times.

Seeing that the disciples of the Shengyuan Sect left in a flash, Ling Aotian also looked at Mu Qianru with a surprised face and said, "Miss Qianrou, I think you have been delayed by this bastard for a long time and should be tired. Why not take a break first and then talk to them about the past?"

He nodded slightly, Mu Qianrou was not pretentious. After bowing to the few people, he left the room. To be honest, Mu Qianrou also hated people like Cheng Jin very much. If he hadn't been an inner disciple of the Shengyuan Sect, it would have been Ling Aotian's turn to be a hero and righteous person. She had been ordered to beat him up and drove him out.

I smelled the smell of wine that was sprinkled on my body and Cheng Jintui, and I smelled the strange fragrance of Guishi wine on weekdays, but I felt very annoying at this moment, so the pace under my feet accelerated a little bit.

Ling Aotian walked to the crumbling cold face, put his hand on his shoulder, and a pair of Hunyuan energy penetrated into his body, burning the smell of alcohol in his body.

Frowning, he raised his hand coldly and pushed Ling Aotian away. Ling Aotian of the Sanduan Yuan Sect was pushed back and took a step back.

After snorting coldly, Ling Aotian stopped touching his cold butt with a hot face and said unhappy: "This guy has a lot of alcohol and wine. Little apprentice, you have to look at him and don't let him reveal his true body. After demolishing this Zuiyun Tower, there will be no such good wine in the future!"

"True body?" Wan Yunjin said in confusion.

Bai Yifeng looked at Ling Aotian speechlessly, hating him not paying attention to his words, but now he had to haha, quickly walked to Leng Monk, and waved to Wan Yunjin.

"Come here to help."

The four of them returned to the room. Bai Yifeng held Lengmian leaning against the wall, asked the maid outside the door to make a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Lengmian. Fortunately, Lengmian was not only not selling Ling Aotian's face, but also gave him some thin face to this little phoenix, who he thought was an ancient alien race. Even though he was a little drunk now, he took the hot tea in Bai Yifeng's hand. Regardless of the scald and hot, he drank it in one sip, and then closed his eyes. It must be that he knew how to dissolve the alcohol.

Ling Aotian, who had sat down again, found the empty wine jar and couldn't help but smile: "No wonder that he looked so fierce. His first time drinking, he was so fierce. He shouldn't resist the power of drinking with Hunyuan Qi. He deserves this."

Wan Yunjin recruited a maid and put three more jars of wine in the back, which was three pounds in one jar. It was enough for several people to drink it.

Looking at the dishes in front of him, Bai Yifeng was a little hungry. He ate a few casually and tasted very good, but the portion was a little smaller. He could eat at most three or four bites of a dish. I think that if Mu Qian had not had too much reputation for being too famous for Guishijiu, the dishes from Zuiyunlou would have been considered a masterpiece.

After the wine was filled, Wan Yunjin stood up and raised his glasses to the two of them, turned right to Ling Aotian, and said cheerfully: "Young Master Ling, today's actions are really good. If I hadn't been incompetent, I would have to deal with the arrogant Cheng Jin, and I would like to wish you this cup."

After saying that, he looked up and drank the wine in the glass. Ling Aotian nodded and smiled and said, "It's refreshing."

Then he drank the glass of wine in one sip, and couldn't wait to fill it up. He was also a very liking wine person.

Seeing Bai Yifeng staying there, Ling Aotian raised his lips and said, "Little apprentice, don't you drink?"

Rolling his eyes, Bai Yifeng raised his glass and said, "Of course I have to drink it. I wish the master a glass and there is also feces."

"What is angry?" Ling Aotian said in confusion.

Bai Yifeng smiled and said, "The feces turned into clean water, referred to as "the feces are clean."

Wan Yunjin glared at Bai Yifeng and signaled him to save some face for him, but then he laughed first and cursed at him, "You bastard boy!"

After a few glasses of wine, Bai Yifeng looked at the table and thought to himself, hoping that Cheng Jin would be a little more aware of the bun. Please don’t find his father.

Ling Aotian looked at Bai Yifeng who was a little absent-minded and gave him a reassurance.

"Aren't you just an inner disciple? If you beat him up, you will beat him up. If he doesn't know the qualities, he will beat him up. With your master, I will hold you back.
Chapter completed!