Chapter 702.
When Hu Jiao opened the cork of the gourd, Wang Chen could smell the fragrance of the wine.
What this Demon Clan took out was obviously not ordinary spirit wine.
Since the other party took the initiative, Wang Chen was not polite and took the purple-skinned gourd.
However, he didn’t drink it mouth-to-mouth, but instead took out two wine cups from the Sumeru Ring and filled them up separately before returning the gourd to Hu Jiao.
The latter’s face reddened again.
Wang Chen ignored it as if he hadn’t seen it and picked up the wine cups and drank them all in one go.
His eyes immediately lit up, “Good wine!”
The wine was amber in color, and the liquid was concentrated into an almost gelatinous state, the moment it entered the mouth it turned into a line of fire that went straight into the stomach and intestines, and the whole person was warm and comfortable.
The spiritual power contained within it caused Wang Chen to feel a bit of a slight drunkenness!
Really good wine!
“This is Spirit Monkey Thousand Year Drunk.”
Hu Jiao explained, “It is the spirit monkey in the mountain collecting all fruits brewed, mortals drink a cup to be drunk for a thousand years.”
Drunk for a thousand years is of course an exaggeration, but it is enough to see the extraordinary nature of this wine.
Wang Dust nodded and was about to speak when suddenly the clamor of people and hurried footsteps came from outside.
He and Hu Jiao looked at each other, their complexions more than a hint of gravity.
A few moments later, a group of cultivators barged into the old mansion.
Seeing Wang Chen and Hu Jiao, they too froze, and the cultivator in the lead of them surveyed it with a scrutinizing gaze, then hemmed and hawed and said, “We intend to settle here for a night’s rest, do you two Fellow Daoists not mind?”
The words were inquisitive, but the tone of his voice was characterized by a non-negotiable flavor.
Hu Jiao lowered his head and ignored it, and Wang Chen said indifferently, “There is no master here, so make yourselves at home.”
There were a total of seven people on the other side, all Purple Mansion Cultivators, beginner to high level, and from the attire and dress, it included Battle Cultivators, Fa Cultivators, Dan Cultivators and Fu Cultivators, and it was estimated that Artifact Cultivators and Healing Cultivators were also present.
A very standard adventure team.
Moreover, in Wang Chen’s perception, all of these cultivators had either a thick or light Blood Fury Qi lingering on their bodies!
Quite troublesome.
Wang Chen didn’t want to cause any trouble and had no intention of clashing with the other party, so he gave Hu Jiao a wink.
Hu Jiao understood – change places.
The barren village was not small in size, and there was more than one shabby stone house inside that was capable of sheltering, so there was absolutely no need to mix with a bunch of cultivators of unknown origins.
Change the place and everyone would be at ease.
However, what people didn’t expect was that just as Wang Chen and Hu Jiao got up and prepared to leave, a cultivator from the other team stared at the cup of Spirit Monkey Thousand Year Drunk.
This cup of spirit wine was poured by Wang Chen for Hu Jiao, and the latter had yet to drink it.
“What kind of wine smells so good?”
The man licked his lips, then recklessly reached out to ingest it without even asking, “Let me taste it!”
As a result, he grabbed an empty hand.
Hu Jiao was quick on his feet and instantly ingested the cup of spirit wine into his storage bag.
The cultivator immediately felt a great loss of face, and immediately sank to his face and rebuked Hu Jiao, “What’s wrong with drinking a cup of your wine? Don’t give your face away!”
Cultivators like them, who usually lived a life of licking blood from the head of a sword and venturing deep into the mountains with their heads on the waistband of their pants, tended to be very hot-tempered and greedy.
Most importantly, they were seven people in a team, Wang Chen and Hu Jiao were only two people, and they met in the middle of nowhere, so the most venomous and vicious side of their temperament was immediately revealed.
Most importantly, Wang Chuan and Hu Jiao looked like two little fat sheep who hadn’t been exposed to the world!
“Old Five!”
The cultivator who had dealt with Wang Dust earlier stopped him for a moment, then lifted his chin and said to Wang Dust, “You two, hand over your storage bags for me to inspect, I suspect you’re wanted criminals!”
Wang Dust laughed.
This kind of trick of planting evidence to find trouble was too clumsy, and the other party even put on a serious demeanor.
It was also really funny!
Snort!
As soon as this cultivator’s words fell, Hu Jiao suddenly turned around, his robes flying and bursting into a cloud of bright and dazzling spiritual light.
Thousands of silver hairs as thin as a cow’s hair instantly shot out towards the other party and the others.
The seven cultivators were all enveloped!
The speed of this Hu Jiao’s strike was too fast, and there was no warning beforehand, plus the distance between the two sides was very close, so none of the seven cultivators were able to dodge.
However, each of them were equipped with or carried protective spiritual weapons and spiritual talismans, which were automatically activated the moment they were hit by the silver hairs, and finally dodged a bullet.
“How dare you!”
The crowd of cultivators who reacted to the situation were furious, and they all shouted and cursed, “Looking for death!”
In the past, they were the ones who took the initiative to pick a fight and strike first, but they didn’t expect to be attacked first this time, so they were all infuriated.
The seven cultivators dispersed left and right with great tacit understanding, either strangling their hands with spells or pulling out spirit talismans and spiritual weapons.
In the space of a few breaths, they formed a battle formation!
The more people there were, the more powerful the battle formation would be, and once the strength of the seven was united together, then they would be able to fight a Jindan Realist for a move or two.
The problem was, how could Wang Chen give them a chance.
Although these cultivators were all of the human race, but the other party was clearly looking for trouble, and even had the intention of killing and robbing, then Wang Dust didn’t mind at all joining forces with a demon race to fight against them.
With a flash of his figure, he swept to the front of the cultivator who was closest to him with a Shrinking Ground.
He slapped his palm at the other party’s chest.
That cultivator had just sacrificed a defensive spirit weapon, and when he saw that Wang Chuan had resorted to physical combat against himself, he could not help but reveal a sneer.
No matter how hard Wang Chen’s meaty palm was, could it be harder than the Xuanjin Spirit Shield in his hand?
Bang!
Wang Chen slapped his palm on the center of this shield.
The shield-holding cultivator only felt a force so overwhelming that he couldn’t even resist the spirit shield in his hand, and his entire body suddenly flew backwards involuntarily.
Although he was protected by the spirit weapon, he didn’t suffer much injury, but he was knocked out of his formation.
A large gap appeared in the battle formation that had just been formed!
Wang Chen’s footsteps did not stop, swiftly circling around to another cultivator’s side, clenching his palm into a fist and fiercely blasting out.
That cultivator’s reaction wasn’t slow, holding a chilly dagger and stabbing at Wang Chen’s fist.
He himself was a battle cultivator, experienced in hundreds of battles, and Wang Chuan had obviously chosen the wrong target by using him as a breakthrough.
This cultivator himself thought so, the problem was that Wang Chuan’s strength far exceeded his judgment!
Without waiting for the dagger to hit the fist, Wang Chuan opened his mouth and spat out a powerful sword light.
The distance between the two sides was extremely close, and with Wang Chuan’s backstroke and surprise, the sword blade transformed by the spat out sword pill pierced the cultivator’s face in an instant.
It pierced through his body armor!
“Ah!”
The cultivator let out a mournful scream, staggering backward in an extremely sorry state.
His left eye was dripping with blood, and he had actually been stabbed by the sword pellet!
And Wang Chen followed him like a maggot attached to his bones, waving his palm and slapping it on his chest.
Bang!
Berserk and violent mana surged out, shattering the cultivator’s body armor with a single palm strike.
The area where the palm struck was then sunken!