The wine is turbid and the strange fragrance is everywhere.

"Although this wine is rough, it was done by people on purpose."

"This wine should be from the tomb of that king." The man said, put down the wine bowl and looked at Jia Lan next to the desk.

He was using this young man for experiments and wanted to try out the function of this wine.

Jia Lan responded perfunctorily: "Ah."

His eyes remained unchanged, Zhan Xinzhi. Zhan Xinzhi couldn't move while lying on the desk, and his eyes were blurred.

The dimness in the tavern is the lights of the oil lamps on the table.

Those faces were half-covered in the shadows, creating an alternative and gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Zhan Xinzhi suddenly stood up, and a trace of clarity flashed through his eyes.

He walked out of the tavern with a crooked slanted steps.

His head was dizzy and he saw that things were in a heavy light...

He came to the street and looked at someone on the bell tower in the distance, with murderous intent emerging in his eyes.

The man held an alien sword blade in his hand and stood proudly at the top of the ancient city, with bandages wrapped around his body, and his eyes were filled with coldness from hell.

He didn't know this person, but from the bottom of his heart, a hint of desire to kill this person.

At this time, Jia Lan and his group at the entrance of the tavern looked at Zhan Xinzhi's gaze.

All of them changed their colors and were frightened.

"This man appeared!"

Jialan glanced at the strong man talking, and his eyes fell on Zhan Xinzhi again.

Suddenly, Zhan Xinzhi felt something was wrong behind him, and he suddenly found that the sword blade was coming out of his chest, but it was not bleeding.

He turned around and saw Jia Lan's slightly surprised face.

Jia Lan retreated.

Before Jialan could speak, a thin high-skinny middle-aged man who came out of the tavern told him what was surprised.

"He is not from the Western Frontier, and his flesh and blood body is not here!"

"In other words, he was extradited by a monk through means."

The word extradition is very special, but he also understood the general meaning.

At this moment, I couldn't help but have a question in my heart.

Isn’t this a dream? Is there really such a place in Tiansheng Shenzhou outside Jiumiao?

At this time, the man came towards Zhan Xinzhi. The sword in his hand was quite exaggerated, with a hilt of three feet and a blade of one meter.

Holding this sword in hand, he descended with strength.

Zhan Xinzhi deeply felt the powerful sense of oppression, which made him tremble.

The blade came over his face and he almost avoided it.

Immediately afterwards, the man's bandage dissipated, and sword shadows swept out from the black fog.

Suddenly it dissipated, and the next moment it condensed behind Zhan Xinzhi. Then it slashed down with a sword. Zhan Xinzhi blocked it, but the unbearable force fell to the ground and splashed yellow sand all over the sky.

Zhan Xinzhi felt that it was nothing serious, but he didn’t have time to solve the doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, the man descended and the bandage shot out on his body, entangling Zhan Xinzhi.

His body was cracked, and there was a chaotic color in the crack, and a strange force flowed, pulling him into the man's body.

Then the man's body healed and disappeared from everyone's sight as quickly as possible.

"It seems that this kid's soul is in danger." Jia Lan said this and returned to his pub. Everything seemed to have not happened. He was still sitting there in a daze.
Chapter completed!