In a moment, Yan Lan came to Gangtian Gate.

"Hey, the opening ceremony of this sect has passed. What kind of happy event is today?"

Yan Lan frowned and saw that there were lights and decorations everywhere in the Taoist plaza in front of Gangtian Peak, with a peaceful atmosphere.

"Welcome Junior Brother Yan to win the flag and return in triumphant!"

Suddenly, the disciples of the Gangtian Sect emerged from somewhere, and shouted in unison.

Yan Lan was stunned, then landed on the ground, bowed and smiled, "You are the seniors who are intent. If you can't return in triumph, wouldn't you want to hand over your life to the thieves of the Xuan clan? I don't want my life to be controlled by the thieves of the Xuan clan."

Lan Tianzong smiled and said, "Junior Brother Yan, the head of the sect told the four ancestors that we will hold a celebration banquet for you today and take out all the old wines and elixir fruits collected by our sect. Haha, we have benefited from you!"

Kuang Yuanwu wiped his mouth and said, "Yes, let alone this celebration banquet, there are no outsiders, there are more than a hundred people in our sect. Junior Brother Yan, I am the oldest disciple of our sect. You are the youngest disciple of our sect. We are both old and young, and we are not as good as you in our sect. Then let's fight for our cultivation. But we agree that no one is allowed to use spiritual power. Junior Brother Yan, do you dare to compete with me?"

Yan Lan was in a happy mood. Although he had never been addicted to drinking, his physique was different from ordinary people. Even if he did not use his spiritual power to relieve alcohol, he would not get drunk easily. He immediately smiled heroically and said, "Okay, the big troubles of this sect have been eliminated. We will not stop drunk."

Seeing this, the other disciples became noisy.

"You and I might as well have a gamble. Who will drink first with Senior Brother Kuang or Junior Brother Yan?"

"Okay, no problem. I will give you a hundred medium-grade human spirit stones and bet on Senior Brother Kuang to win. If you dare to bet on Senior Brother Yan to win, you will need to take out so many spirit stones!"

"Haha, Senior Brother Kuang is the wine immortal in this sect. In the past, some ancestors could not drink him. Junior Brother Yan's strength was the best in this sect, but in terms of alcoholism, who dares to bet that Junior Brother Yan won? Your gambling method is clearly to incite me to suppress Junior Brother Yan to win. You can win my spirit stone!"

"Hey, it seems that no one is betting that Junior Brother Yan won!"

The disciples shook their heads one after another. If no one bets that Yan Lan won, the bet would not be possible.

Just as the disciples were about to give up, a crisp voice sounded: "I bet Junior Brother Yan won!"

Yan Lan's eyes lit up. The voice was so familiar that it was spoken by Tong Qi.

Lan Tian smiled with a smile. He put down his cold and solemn image in the past and said, "Okay, interesting. The winner of the bet on Senior Brother Kuang, each with a hundred mega-grade spirit stones. All the gamblers will put the spirit stones here. I will preside over this bet. Everyone should have no objection!"

The cultivators were in a state of excitement, and Lan Tianzong had always had good character. How could he have any objections? They took out the spirit stones and snatched them.

After a while, Lan Tianzong finished counting and said, "A total of ninety brothers bet on Senior Brother Kuang's winning, and a total of nine thousand medium-grade human spirit stones are bet on Junior Brother Yan's winning. According to the principle of equality between the two parties in the gambling game, Junior Sister Tong's winning, you have to take out nine thousand medium-grade human spirit stones one by one!"

Tong Wei frowned slightly. If a low-grade human spirit stone is placed in a secular market, you can buy ten large steamed buns.

A medium-grade human spirit stone is equivalent to ten low-grade human spirit stones, which means you can buy a hundred large steamed buns.

Nine thousand medium-grade human spirit stones are equivalent to buying 900,000 large steamed buns. Such a huge amount of money is enough to buy a small house in the suburbs of the city.

It’s not that Tong Qi didn’t dare to bet Yan Lan won, but that she didn’t have so many spirit stones on her body.

"I bet Junior Brother Yan wins!"

"I also bet that Junior Brother Yan wins!"

Two powerful voices suddenly sounded.

Yan Lan looked at them and said that these two were Shi Xu and Bei Feng.

Lan Tianzong smiled and said, "It's so great. Each of you three only needs to produce three thousand medium-grade human spirit stones."

Yan Lan looked at Shi Xu and the other two and sighed. He said to himself: "If it were Xichen, Mo Li, Gao Gao, the four senior brothers and sisters of the little madman here, they should also bet that I will win."

"Senior Brother Xichen and Senior Sister Mo Li are still in the ancient burial space, I don't know what the situation is."

"Senior Sister Gao Gao has not yet woken up. The young mad brother went to Wanggui Mountain alone to look for the Soul-Ronging Flower. He has not returned yet, and I don't know what happened."

"The Seventh Ancestor once said that the journey to the mountain is not only long, but also extremely dangerous. Even the ancestor of this sect dared not assert that he could go back and forth safely. Although I gave the little mad brother the six-fingered blue eagle to defend himself, this eagle had the strength of the later stage of the Six-Yan Infant Transformation, and it was not weak and it flew very fast. Even if he could not defeat others, the Yuying fled, and ordinary monks could not catch up with him. I hope he would be fine."

Yan Lan was distracted for a moment and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Lan, I wonder if I can bet on myself to win?"

"Haha, this gambling method is good, and there are people who bet on winning themselves, I think it's OK."

"I think it's OK, too!"

All the disciples agreed, and Lan Tianzong naturally would not object.

The barefoot old ghost smiled and said, "If it weren't for the fear that others would say that the old ghost would bully the small ones, I would really want to take a gamble."

The old Taoist with his chest bare chest touched his stomach and said, "Let's not bet, so as not to lest our choices affect the morale of the disciples. Yan Lan's battle has just stopped, and there are still several hours before the dinner. Please let Yan Lan have a good rest to avoid affecting Yan Lan's condition."

Yan Lan handed over 2,250 medium-grade human spirit stones and came to the quiet room.

It took an hour to recover a little soul power before entering the Zen space.

In this battle, Yan Lan could not see any injuries on the outside, but her muscles and bones were subjected to strong shock. If Yan Lan had not suppressed her with her deep cultivation, she would have collapsed to the ground.

From this we can see how terrifying Xuangu's strength is.

The golden Buddha power seemed to sense Yan Lan's injuries and flocked to repair his muscles and bones and remove filth.

As the evening approached, Yan Lan felt light and full of energy, relying on the power of the golden Buddha. However, his soul power has only recovered 50%, and his soul is still a little weak.

Yan Lan stepped into the main hall, and everyone raised their glasses and boiled.

Yan Lan naturally sat with Kuang Yuanwu, and after savoring the magical fruit of the elixir, he entered the wine-fighting stage.

The disciples surrounded Yan Lan and the others and looked at each of them, and they had to take a hundred medium-grade human spirit stones.

When one altar is at its bottom, two altars are at its bottom. The disciples look calm, and the cultivators' bodies are different from ordinary people. Even if they do not use spiritual power, they can drink three or five altars.

After the five oaths, Kuang Yuanwu's face was rosy, but Yan Lan's face remained unchanged.

Kuang Yuanwu opened the sixth jar of wine and gave a thumbs up and said, "Junior Brother Yan, you are young and have a good alcohol tolerance. Come on, let's stand up and drink openly."

Kuang Yuanwu immediately stood up and looked at Yan Lan carefully. He saw that Yan Lan's expression did not change, and he thought that Yan Lan must be a person who had a drink and his face remained unchanged. Once he stood up, he would stagger and reveal his flaws.

Yan Lan also picked up the sixth jar of wine and said generously: "Okay, drink!"

When we arrived at the ninth altar, Kuang Yuanwu's head was steaming, his face turned redder, and he shouted: "When we stand like this, we will drink all the wine party at this gate. Why not let us erect the bench and stand on the stool and drink!"

When the disciples heard this, they laughed silently. Drinking like this, they were not allowed to use their spiritual power. It was like playing acrobatics. If they were drunk, they would fall down. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!