Chapter 1048 (1/2)

If there is one thing that runs through the lives of mortals and friars, it must be wine. There are friars who dislike beautiful women, while others don't love gold and silver, but none of them can completely refuse wine.

In their long practice, they have a lot to say when they are not awake.

Of course, ordinary human wine can't drink the monk's body, but it can intoxicate a heart that wants to be drunk, such as the new city Lord now.

Jiang Hao didn't disturb him. He just stood by and listened to the new city Lord's abuse.

Names were spitting out of his mouth, drinking wine and scolding. Jiang Hao looked at him, but he had a good feeling. He always appreciated such a straightforward man and was willing to make friends with him.

More than half an hour later, the city Lord seemed to notice Jiang Hao.

The city master glanced at Jiang Hao, and the first sentence was: ”drink?”

”Of course, how can our monks not drink?”

”Come on As soon as Shangguan patted the table, two jars of wine were carried by Lingli and rushed to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao reached for it and felt the surging power on it. His spirit was rolling in his body. He was not retreating but advancing. At the same time, he drank a lot of wine.

”Good wine!”

”Good man!” Seeing this, the Lord of Shangguan laughed, and then he put down the wine jar in his hand and roared again: ”good man, can you fight?”

”Why not?” Jiang Hao drank up a jar of wine and smashed it at Shangguan!

It also carries powerful aura.

The wine jar was smashed with a fist. The Shangguan City Lord appreciated Jiang Hao's first attack, but he was not slow in his hand. He started the attack by stepping on the steps.

Jiang Hao was also arrogant, fighting back with one hand and drinking with the wine jar in the other hand!

Like Jiang Hao's conjecture before, this Shangguan City Lord was born in the army, and his attack methods were full of military style. Every attack was made by a tiger and a tiger, not for good looks, but for lethality.

Jiang Hao threw the wine jar into the air and took the opportunity to put his hands together. The fire of honglianye appeared on his body. At this time, he was like the God of fire. If you look at his eyes carefully, you can see the faint shadow of an immortal bird.

”The tiger goes down the mountain!”

Shangguan roared and fell down from the air. A black tiger shadow appeared in his left fist. His other hand did not forget to catch the wine jar falling from the air and drank it down.

The flame surged forward, met the tiger, and turned into a circle of ripples. The flowers and plants around him all leaned back, and the rocks rolled, but the two people in the middle did not move.