I Try To Become An Immortal Through Mortal Science

  Chapter 42 Castrated version of Yulong wine

   "It is impossible for the junior to abolish his cultivation, so it is better to let the junior toast three glasses, so as to calm the anger of the senior."

  With a thought of Luo Hong's mind, a white jade wine glass and a small wine jug with a magic seal attached flew out from the storage bag.

   "Boy, you actually made fun of me, I really thought I wouldn't dare to kill you!"

  Yan Xiuming was furious, how could a mere spirit wine drive him away, it was clearly Luo Hong who was playing tricks on him.

   "Of course the seniors won't kill me after drinking it."

  Luo Hong tore the talisman swiftly, and the strong spiritual energy fluctuations made everyone present look sideways.

   What Luo Hong took out was naturally not the authentic Yulong wine, but the product of his experiments before refining Yulong wine, but each sip also contained aura equivalent to 60 medicinal power.

   This small pot only has the capacity of ten mouthfuls, but the aura contained in it is equivalent to Qi Gathering Pill.

  Of course, Qi Gathering Pill is better in terms of improving cultivation. After all, spirit wine releases spirit energy too fast, which is far more difficult to absorb than pill.

  No foundation-building stage cultivator can turn a blind eye to the Qi-gathering pill. After all, Yan Kuang is just a member of the Qi-refining stage. If he can exchange his life for a few pots of spirit wine equivalent to the Qi-gathering pill, Yan Xiuming will definitely not hesitate.

  No matter what stage a cultivator is, the most important thing is his own cultivation.

  Luo Hong saw through this point and was confident that he could appease Yan Xiuming's anger.

   "Senior, please drink this first cup."

  Luo Hong filled the white jade wine glass, and handed it to Yan Xiuming respectfully, as an apology.

   "Auntie, you."

  Seeing that Yan Xiuming really reached out to pick it up, Yan Xiao, who was unclear with Yan Kuang, yelled in disbelief.

   "Smile, don't worry, Auntie, I can drink at most two cups of it, and today I will **** this kid's cultivation for you."

  Yan Xiuming spoke harsh words, but his movements of drinking were very agile.

When the wine enters the throat, an extremely refreshing feeling of coolness swims through Yan Xiuming's internal organs. After the wine enters the stomach, the violent hot feeling, accompanied by the exploding aura, sweeps across Yan Xiuming's whole body. The taste is really wonderful.

   What surprised Yan Xiuming even more was that in the alternating heat and cold of his body, he discovered that he had realized a little bit of the mystery of the transformation of yin and yang.

   This is of great benefit to his cultivation!

   "Senior, this is the second cup"

   "Stop talking nonsense, get down!"

  Yan Xiuming was eager to grasp the fleeting mystery of yin and yang, and urged Luo Hong to pour wine with red eyes.

   Soon, after the second glass of wine, Yan Xiuming felt that he was only one step away from success. He had already forgotten what he said earlier, and put the empty wine glass in front of Luo Hong with a snap.

   "Auntie, you can't drink the third cup!"

  If Yan Xiuming drinks the third cup, it will show that he has accepted Luo Hong's proposal, and Yan Kuang's death will be completely exposed, which makes Yan Xiao not in a hurry.

   "Go away! Boy, pour the wine quickly!"

  Yan Xiuming flicked his sleeves violently, and swept away the niece who loved him so much like garbage.

While pouring the wine, Luo Hong was also surprised by Yan Xiuming's crazy performance. It stands to reason that his pot of castrated version of Yulong wine would make the foundation-building monks take it seriously, but he couldn't reach this kind of fanaticism anyway. degree.

  Although the reason is not clear, this does not prevent Luo Hong from raising the price on the ground.

  Originally, he wanted to use two or three pots of spiritual wine to exchange Yan Kuang's life, but now it seems that not only one pot is enough, but he can also get some benefits.

   Sure enough, after drinking the third cup, Yan Xiuming didn't intend to stop at all. He stared at the jug in Luo Hong's hand. If it wasn't for the presence of Zhong Weiniang, he would have taken it by now.

   "Boy, give me the jug in your hand, and I won't care about Yan Kuang's death with you."

  The greed in Yan Xiuming's eyes almost solidified.

   "In order to brew this spirit wine, I used up all the spirit stones of the younger generation. It was originally intended to honor the elders of the teacher's sect. Even three cups is the limit."

  Luo Hong saw that Yan Xiuming's face was getting more and more ruthless, and felt that the time had come, so he quickly changed the tone:

   "However, if the senior insists on asking for it, it's not impossible. The younger generation has heard that the Yan family is good at refining weapons, so if you dare to ask the senior for a top-quality magic weapon, it doesn't need to be too good, as long as it can increase the power of water spells."

  Yan Xiuming's face turned cold at first, but then he laughed again.

   "My Yan family's art of refining weapons is the best in Yue country, even compared with Yuanwu country's Shenbing sect, it is not far behind. Just wait, boy, I will come as soon as I go."

   After finishing speaking, it turned into a long rainbow and pierced through the sky.

  Luo Hong re-attached the sealing talisman, and sat down with a long sigh of relief. It is not an easy task to bargain with a cultivator whose cultivation level is much higher than his own.

   "Nephew Luo, just now you said that this spirit wine is to honor the elders of the master, so do I count as your elders?"

  Zhong Weiniang's beautiful eyes were full of splendor, and she could see Yan Xiuming's fanatical behavior clearly, but at this moment she was very greedy.

   "Of course, even if the little uncle doesn't help today, the younger generation will come to visit and offer spirit wine in the future."

  Luo Hong took out a new jug and put it in front of Zhong Weiniang: "Please, young master, this is prepared for you by the junior, besides"

  A jar with a capacity five or six times larger than the small flagon appeared in front of Zhong Weiniang, with three sealing talismans pasted on it.

   "This is Uncle Liu's share, and please ask Uncle Liu to pass it on for the younger generation."

  Compared with the two, Zhong Weiniang suddenly tasted a little bit.

   "Third senior brother really didn't protect you in vain, but don't forget my master."

  Put away the spirit wine, Zhong Weiniang kindly reminded.

   "That's natural, but it will take some time for the ancestor's share. At that time, I will ask my junior uncle to bring the younger generation to see the ancestor."

   "It's easy to say." Zhong Weiniang agreed casually.

  Luo Hong was secretly delighted, he did not hesitate to risk exposing the Jade Dragon Wine just for Zhong Weiniang's promise.

  At this point in time, Old Devil Han should have already encountered a sneak attack. With my spiritual water amulet, this time he will not be as thrilling as before.

   You know, if it wasn't for Old Devil Han who had learned the bone shrinking technique in the strange arts of the Jianghu, he would have almost died without even recruiting the Fu Baofei Sword.

  Old Mo Han has always had a clear sense of grievances and grievances, and he urgently needs someone to take care of him after he entered the Yellow Maple Valley, so when Luo Hong meets him again, there is a high probability that a lotus elixir that is full of years is indispensable.

   But with the elixir, does it mean that the deal between Luo Hong and the veiled woman of the Yuezong sect can be successfully completed?

  If Luo Hong really thinks that way, it would be naive. Fairness in the world of immortality only exists among cultivators of the same level. Besides, it is not Luo Hong's goal to obtain the ancient formula of Jinglian Pill, so he will inevitably have to entangle.

  So, Luo Hong wanted to win Li Huayuan's favor, so that he could use his tiger skin to ensure that the transaction went in the direction he intended.

  The conversation between Luo Hong and Zhong Weiniang woke up the other two monks in the foundation stage of the small immortal cultivating family. Although they were also envious of the castrated version of Yulong wine, they didn't want to have any grudges with a major cultivator of the alchemy stage.

  They all have families and businesses in the country of Yue. If it wasn't for the shocking benefits, they would not take the risk.

  Yan Shouyi, apart from paying attention to the flagon at the beginning, has been drinking tea sullenly, and seems to have resigned to his fate with Yan Xiuming.

   The next two chapters will be released together to save trouble.

  (end of this chapter)