Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 286: The consequences of offending the seats should be real

"With a guy like you in a wine shop, how dare you eat leopard gall to entertain your cultivator?" The middle-aged cultivator sent his evil fire to the guy yesterday and slapped him to the ground. Still not counting, he pointed at the young man who just got up and kept scolding: "Yesterday, that white-haired master is not for entertainment, you dare to join in the fun. To tell you the truth today, the cultivator master did not see and that for an hour. The old guy's table is exactly the same, and today the masters will eat you!"

"It's such a strong smell of urine, it's a pity, such a good sheep is spoiled by the smell of urine, it's really disappointing..." When he spoke, Attraction Zhen returned the half of the lamb chop in his hand. After arriving on the plate, he washed his hands directly with the unfinished wine. After shaking off the wine in his hands. He got up and walked slowly towards the positions of the monks.

"Old guy, who are you talking about peeing your pants!" The middle-aged monk is now a little nervous. Yesterday, he peeed his pants in front of so many people. It has become a joke in the circle of monks. As long as he heard words related to urine, he would think that the other party was mocking him for peeing his pants, and immediately stood up in a rage and stared at the old warlock who was getting closer.

Seeing the old man in front of him dressed as a warlock, the middle-aged monk became even more reckless. Among the monks in the world, warlocks are considered the last. Their inheritance method of one teacher and one apprentice, apart from the legendary old monster Xi Yingzhen, it is difficult for any big person to appear. The usual battle of monks. As long as the warlocks are involved, they are most likely to be unlucky in the end.

The middle-aged cultivator is feeling like he is bullying a guy in a liquor store, and he doesn't show his ability. Now there is an old warlock, just in time to make the monk master show his prestige and completely spread the evil fire of yesterday. Anyway, everyone is a monk, and it should not be a problem for this old warlock to greet the tricks that are inconvenient to use on the little guy in the public.

At the moment, the middle-aged monk looked calm and relaxed. It wasn't until the old warlock reached a position two or three feet in front of him that he quickly drew a thunderbolt on his palm like yesterday, and then hit the old warlock who had already arrived in front of him.

A thunder sounded in the clear sky, and the last huge column of lightning struck down. When the thunder and lightning rushed outside the restaurant, it suddenly changed direction. He rushed in from outside the door and hit the old warlock's body.

The moment the lightning struck, Xi Yingzhen raised his slap to the middle-aged cultivator and slapped the middle-aged cultivator on the left cheek. At the same time as the slap went down, the lightning beam also hit him. In an instant, a dazzling electric spark flashed across the old Warlock's body. During the day, the people around them were also blinded by the light. It was because of the radiance of the electric spark that almost no one saw that after the lightning struck Xi Yingzhen, he was instantly guided and gathered on the palm that was about to fall.

When the middle-aged cultivator received the slap, he could really feel the current running through him. Countless electric sparks burst out from his body, and the cultivator stiffened, shaking involuntarily.

This is because Xi Yingzhen didn't intend to slap him to death. The old warlock controlled the strength and speed of the lightning transmission to the middle-aged monk. It made him feel the sourness of the electric current swimming all over his body. When Xi Yingzhen took his slap away from his face, the middle-aged cultivator's body fell straight to the ground. His body twitched, and foam kept coming out of his mouth.

After slapped the middle-aged cultivator straight, Xi Yingzhen still didn't let out his breath. The old warlock stared at the other monks and said, "Is there anyone who wants to avenge him? It's better to do it as soon as possible, and don't let the warlock grandpa wait too long."

"You are the great warlock Xi... Yingzhen!" At this time, a monk who was staring at Xi Yingzhen recognized the origin of the old warlock in front of him. At that time, the old warlock participated in the rebellion against Tianlou in Chang'an City, and was arrested by Huaying Graphics for several years. Although it is just a pretense, the portraits are vivid. Back then, the cultivator saw it with his own eyes, and just saw Xi Yingzhen eating meat. He sensed where the old warlock had seen. But it wasn't until the slap was slapped that he remembered who this old warlock was.

"Eh? Someone who knows Grandpa Warlock." Xi Yingzhen sneered, then raised his hand to tilt the monk's face slightly. He said: "Keep this position, don't move, just for a moment. You won't feel the pain. It's good to wake up after sleeping for a few days. But I may not remember what happened in the past few years. It's okay, Grandpa Warlock won't let me You forgot your parents..."

After knowing that the person in front of him is the legendary warlock. Several monks were so frightened that they even forgot to escape. A few people were like frogs selected by the poisonous snake, not daring to move at all. However, the cultivator who was about to be slapped was the best. He used all his strength and shouted out a sentence: "We are all disciples of Master Xuanming, great warlock, look at the master. For the sake of face, spare us this time!"

After hearing the words of Master Xuanming, Xi Yingzhen frowned and slowly put down the raised slap. He ignored the stunned monks beside him, turned around and shouted to the outside of the restaurant: "Gui Wugui, Wu Mian, you two come in. Tell Grandpa Warlock what this Master Xuanming is... …”

The old warlock Dareqing discovered Wu Mian and Gui Bugui long ago, but he never made it clear. Hearing Xi Yingzhen calling him, the old guy's first reaction was to run away. But after hesitating for a while, he still followed Wu Mian into the restaurant with a smile.

"Just now, Wu Mian said that there was someone inside who seemed to be your old man. I thought he was wrong?" Gui Bugui smiled at Xi Yingzhen. He continued: "Two days ago, the two of us said we were going to Liaodong to see your old man. I didn't expect that you would come to see us both without us going there. It's God's will."

Xi Yingzhen glared at the old guy and said, "You're welcome, it may not be a good thing for you to meet me. By the way. Where is Xiao Ren San? Where did that little guy hide and steal alcohol?"

Gui Bugui said with a smile: "You still know that little guy. I guess that little guy just finished his drunken madness. At this time, he is tired and is sleeping with the quilt. I went back and told him that I saw your old man. The little guy must be crazy."

Speaking of Xiao Ren San, Xi Yingzhen's expression instantly relaxed. He turned to Wu Mian, who was beside Gui Bugui: "Little baby, talk to Grandpa Warlock about the master called Xuanming. That old guy is used to adding fuel to it. Grandpa Warlock wants to hear what you have to say."

Wu Mian gave the old warlock a white look and said, "I didn't give birth to this master, so why should I know about him? Don't look at me like that. I don't know much more than you do."

Wu Mian is one of the few people Xi Yingzhen can't deal with, although the two people's spells are too different. But don't know why. Every time the old warlock saw this white-haired young man, he had no confidence in his heart. Although he has been agitating to bet with Wu Mian again. The loser has to face the mouth. But in Xi Yingzhen's heart, there is a faint feeling, even if Wu Mian agrees to bet a game. It may not be him who loses.

Yingzhen won't have the same knowledge as Wu Mian when she is seated. At the moment, I still learned about the Master Xuanming from the mouth of returning home. The origin of this person made Warlock Xi even more curious. When he slapped a slap and knocked out all the monks, he greeted Wu Mian and Gui Bugui to leave the wine shop, ready to see the true face of Master Xuanming.

Looking at the monks lying on the ground not knowing whether to live or die, they are all disciples of Master Xuanming. It is no small matter to die here. The owner of the restaurant went out and said to Xi Yingzhen, "This great cultivator, walk slowly, these people won't die in your hands?"