"Of course!"
Brother Sixteen carefully capped the wine bottle.
And put the spirit wine into Fu Shiyi's hand:
"This is the first bottle of second-level spirit wine I brewed. When I went up the mountain, I told you that I would definitely be able to develop it, and I will give you this first bottle!"
Although the second-level spiritual wine has little effect on Fu Shiyi.
But the smile on Fu Shiyi's face was bright:
"Then I would like to thank Brother Sixteen. Brother Sixteen, you have to work hard to develop the third-level spirit wine quickly. After all, there will be more and more Foundation-Building monks in our clan in the future."
Brother Sixteen heard this.
He let out a long sigh:
"Hey, you think I don't want to. I figured out all the recipes on the mountain, but it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Where can I get the third-level spiritual rice from our Jingzhou state for me to study!"
Fu Shiyi pointed in the direction of Qin Zhulin.
Brother Sixteen's eyes suddenly lit up:
"That's right, maybe there is the third-level spiritual rice I need in this secret realm!"
The two were talking.
The clan members who had obtained the quota to enter the secret realm began to arrive in droves.
And at this time.
The sky across Jingzhou suddenly darkened.
"What's up, the sun was shining just now!"
Brother Sixteen muttered, and then looked at each other with Fu Shixi. The two immediately opened the token and ducked out of the west building. At this time, it was pitch dark outside and they could not see their fingers.
A series of sword lights flashed from outside the four wooden buildings.
Then lanterns were hung high, illuminating the entire entrance to Qin Bamboo Forest like daylight. The people from the four major families gathered outside were all holding their breath and concentrating. There was no sound of insects or birds in the entire world, only the slight breathing of each other.
Sudden.
There was a faint sound of gongs, drums and suona.
It came out from Qin Zhulin.
At first, Fu Shiyi thought he was hallucinating, but the faces of the people next to him showed surprise, and the sounds became clearer and clearer from far to near.
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but shudder.
An old incident comes to mind.
Fourteen years ago, when she first came down from the mountain, she and her uncle went to Xihefang City and passed by Qin Zhulin, when they encountered a strange incident involving a ghost welcoming a bride.
"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Fu Shiyi secretly prayed that the ghost bride was already a third-level ghost back then. After a few years, her cultivation has become more sophisticated. Even if the four major families gather together, if they really fight, it will be very difficult. .
After all, there are quite a few ghost brides!
Fu Shiyi was about to give Fu Zhihong a reminder when a sword light suddenly came from three directions: north, south, southeast, and the sword light stopped next to Fu Zhihong. It was the patriarch of the three major families.
Patriarch Liu pointed to Qin Zhulin in front of him and said:
"Brother Fu, your Fu family is familiar with weird things, but do you know what the hell is inside?"
Fu Zhihong shook his head.
While talking.
The sound of gongs, drums and suona suddenly reached the edge of Qin Bamboo Forest.
At a glance, everyone saw that at the end of the bamboo forest less than ten meters away from them, a black sedan chair carried by four paper-tied people was floating towards their direction.
In front of the sedan chair, there are four people playing gongs, drums and suona.
"What the hell is this?"
If any of the Feng family members are young and energetic, they will draw their swords and step forward to kill them. This is a rare opportunity to show their faces and express themselves.
"Don't act rashly!"
The moment the sedan chair appeared.
Fu Shiyi confirmed that this was indeed the weird wedding ghost she encountered back then. However, the paper man who was only at the second level of cultivation back then had been promoted to the second level, and the bride sitting inside had a cultivation level as high as Even Fu Shiyi couldn't tell.
When everyone saw Fu Shiyi, his face turned pale.
They all looked at her strangely.
The Feng family disciple who had already drawn his sword smiled and said:
"Sister Fu, don't be afraid. They are just eight paper dolls. Even though they are at the third level of cultivation, we have a large group of people here. Brother Feng, I will go forward and kill them!"
"return!"
Others didn't know Fu Shiyi. Patriarch Feng had heard some rumors and knew that Fu Shiyi would not take the target lightly. He scolded his family and looked at Fu Shiyi, obviously asking Fu Shiyi to explain.
Fu Shiyi's fingers trembled slightly.
Pointing forward:
"See for yourselves!"
Everyone followed her fingers and looked forward, only to see that after the first bridal sedan appeared, another identical black bridal sedan appeared, with eight paper-tied people in front of each sedan.
This weird scene.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly began to whisper.
Fu Shiyi felt like she was dying, because at the end of the sedan chair, she felt an extremely powerful pressure. This pressure was obviously even stronger than the three-color peacock she met in the Southern Wilderness!
She suddenly raised her voice and said:
"Everyone, quickly return to your own formation!"
She didn't finish her sentence.
The Fu family members almost instinctively opened the tokens in their hands and hid in the west building in the blink of an eye. The Liu family members were a step slower, but the Feng family was the last one.
The cause was the Feng family member who initially wanted to go into battle to kill the enemy.
Discussing this with the tribesmen there was just Fu Shiyi making a fuss out of a molehill.
In front of everyone, he always wanted to save some face, so everyone returned to their respective buildings, while he was still slowly dilly-dallying.
"Feng Hong, get back here quickly!"
Patriarch Feng of the South Tower turned around and saw that Feng Hong was still wandering at the entrance. His attitude immediately became serious. Seeing this, Feng Hong did not dare to disobey the Patriarch and was thinking of returning to the South Tower.
Instantly.
A breeze blew open the curtain of a sedan chair parked at the front.
A woman in the sedan, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, a red scarf covering her face, and a red wedding dress embroidered with gold patterns, tilted her head in the direction of Feng Hong.
Feng Hong was at a low angle, just enough to see her face.
His pale face was covered with yellow pustules, and a pair of red eyes without eyeballs were emitting a wisp of bluish-white will-o'-the-wisp, and drops of blood and tears hit the sedan chair.
"vomit"
Feng Hong's stomach was churning and he was about to vomit when a black air suddenly swept out from the sedan. Before Feng Hong could react, he was wrapped in him and brought into the sedan.
"Ah~~~~"
A shrill scream came from the sedan chair.
Immediately afterwards.
A gentle breeze blew.
A piece of human skin was thrown out of the sedan chair.
The human skin swelled when exposed to the wind, and his facial features were those of Feng Hong who had just been sucked in. After his human skin swelled to a certain extent, pieces of white paper flew out of the sedan, like flying butterflies, surrounding Feng Hong. Hong spun around and then sank into him.
Feng Hong turned into a paper-made man in the blink of an eye.
This series of actions may sound slow, but in fact it only takes a few breaths. When the Feng family wanted to go to the rescue, tragedy had already occurred!
The Fu family hiding in the west building saw this scene.
They all couldn't help but take a breath:
"What the hell is that thing inside the sedan chair?!"
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