“Can’t I ascend?”
“I haven’t even flown, so why can you ascend?” The drunk scholar rolled his eyes.
“My immortality is stronger than yours.”
“Do you believe it yourself!”
The atmosphere in the wine stall lobby suddenly became tense, and two invisible momentums clashed in the lobby.
Ordinary drinkers don’t feel anything, but Zhang Yang’s face suddenly changes drastically
The confrontation between the drunken scholar and the eighteen-winged bat was like the collision of two ancient giant beasts. At this level, weak people could not feel it, but he could feel it after knocking it off, and he was the first to bear the brunt.
For a moment, his blood was boiling, and Zhang Yang immediately drank the bowl of brothers in front of him. His eyes were radiant and his aura was burning fiercely. Unlike Zhang Yang who went into a fight, the drunk scholar was still so calm.
The drunk scholar was startled, “Hey, this kid has a good understanding. He has wings. If we have to settle old scores, the two of us seem to be far behind.”
“Jie Jie Jie, that is, although I don’t like you very much, but I haven’t had time to talk to you. I heard that the dead people are here too. Drunk scholar, your luck is as bad as ever.”
“Bah, let them turn into ashes this time.” The drunk scholar slapped Zhang Yang again.
“Jie Jie Jie, then I’ll wait and see. Don’t worry, as far as our old friendship is concerned, I will collect your body for you, and I won’t let those dead people turn you into a monster.”
/“Bah, I still don’t know who will collect whose body!”
“Jie, Jie, Jie, I’m going.”
A strong wind suddenly blew up from the lobby.
Many of the drinkers looked at each other in confusion. Although they didn’t understand very well, they were already silent at this time. The down-and-out scholar in front of them was obviously a master. They didn’t know how high he was, but he was no longer someone they could offend.
“You guy, you secretly drank a bowl. What a waste. The rest belongs to me. I don’t want to change my name. I am a drunk scholar. Remember to come to me.”
The drunk scholar didn’t even give Zhang Yang a chance to “discuss” and slowly took away the remaining brothers’ wine. Zhang Yang didn’t object during the whole process.
In fact, the mad saint is willing to bite the opponent to death. He is simply a robber and a gangster, and he is robbing him!
The drunk scholar waved his hand, “Don’t stare so wide, I know you are very touched.”
As the drunken scholar spoke, there was a roar of wind and he disappeared. If he didn’t leave now, he would wait until some time later. When he left, he swept away all the food and wine on Zhang Yang’s table.
Zuo Jing and You Jing were stunned. Others didn’t know what happened. Zhang Yang seemed to be thinking about something.
After a while, Zhang Yang let out an earth-shattering howl, “You shameless man, who promised you my wine!”
As he spoke, his body flashed like a strong wind and he rushed out.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on, but