Chapter 1111: Wine in Temple Street

The Holy Maiden is on the road! A drunk is blocking the road!

"Is this drunk trying to kill himself?"

"Blocking the Holy Maiden of the tribe from traveling is a provocation to the tribe and a great disrespect to the tribe's totem god. The Baiyu tribe is one of the three major tribes of the Feiyu League. This drunk's life is probably coming to an end."

"It is said that 20 years ago, there was also an incident on this temple street where a drunk accidentally blocked the Holy Maiden's journey."

"I've heard about it too. The drunk who blocked the road was cursed by a wizard and thrown on Dafengling for ten days to accept the punishment from the Feather God. But after ten days, the drunk was left with a pile of bones, and his flesh was eaten up by the vultures on Dafengling."

"The tribal wizard cursed the drunk who blocked the road and threw him on Dafengling for ten days to accept the punishment from the Feather God. But after ten days, the drunk was left with a pile of bones, and the vultures on Dafengling ate all his flesh ... The master warned that if the body is eaten by the vultures of Dafengling, the soul will be taken away by the wind demon and there will be no possibility of reincarnation. It is horrifying to think about it. It is a result more terrible than death. "

"Something is wrong. Judging from his attire, this drunkard should be a foreigner."

"Look at the silver soul ring on his arm. He should be a servant that only tribal nobles can have."

"It turns out that he is an ignorant foreigner."

"No wonder he doesn't know the rules."

"It's a pity that he is so young and handsome."

......

The team of the saint of the White Feather Tribe was forced to stop in the middle of the street.

The brocade warrior who was leading the team found someone blocking the street, and it was a drunk holding a wine gourd, and he immediately became furious.

"This is the saint of the White Feather Tribe on her way."

"Blocking the saint from going out is a capital crime."

"Where did this drunkard come from? Get out of here."

While shouting, several brocade warriors holding gold-wrapped sticks in their hands angrily blocked them.

Xu Yang ignored him, and the whole person was like a willow drunk in the spring breeze, floating and swaying, but his feet were rooted to the ground.

Xu Yang raised his head and raised the wine gourd. A silver line fell down and landed in his mouth. Then he shook the wine gourd and said with some disappointment: "There is not much wine in the gourd. The wine in the Temple Street wine shop is mellow and sweet, which suits my taste very much, but there is not enough. I have to get another gourd of fine wine, so as not to miss the spring scenery of Temple Street."

"Huh?" Xu Yang rubbed his eyes and found that several brocade warriors on the opposite side were holding golden sticks blocking him in front of him. He said inexplicably: "Who are you? Why are you blocking my way to buy wine?"

The leading brocade warrior took two steps forward, pointed at Xu Yang with the tip of the golden stick in his hand, and said sternly: "You drunkard, why don't you get out of the way. Otherwise, I will smash you with the golden stick in my hand."

Xu Yang held the wine gourd in one hand and patted his stomach with the other hand. He burped, and then He said, "Drunkard? Big brother, you are praising me. Drinkers are one with the wine, forgetting themselves, and seeking the realm of freedom. Only then can they be called drunkards."

Then he changed the subject and said seriously, "Let me get out of the way? Didn't you see that I was going to buy wine? You are disrespecting a drunkard."

The brocade warrior was furious and said, "You drunkard, who do you think you are after drinking too much? Look at the fine silver soul ring on your arm, you should be a servant of some noble family. Look at the owner when beating the dog, let your master come out."

Xu Yang glared and said, "Whose dog are you, barking so wildly, you are really relying on the power of others."

The brocade warrior blushed with shame and cursed, "You drunken dog cub, I will break your dog legs!"

Before he finished speaking, he swept out with the golden stick in his hand.

The ten-foot-long stick was more than a foot high on the ground, raising a golden light and sweeping directly to Xu Yang's knees.

This was definitely not a simple stick. Even if it hit a stone, it could smash the stone into pieces.

The crowd on both sides of the road was shocked by the sudden fight.

Some cautious and timid people retreated, fearing that the stick would sweep them. Some women covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to look at the bloody scene that followed.

Xu Yang smiled slightly, and the surface of his body flashed with green light, showing the shadow of emerald green vines.

Huh! .

The stick swept by the brocade warrior on the opposite side seemed to hit Xu Yang's knee, but it passed through as if nothing happened.

Xu Yang's body bent backwards at a strange angle, with the soles of his feet stuck to the ground,

his eyes looking up, just avoiding the power of the stick. Then, he straightened his body like a green branch climbing a wall.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang's body turned into a green vine light and disappeared from the original place.

The next moment, Xu Yang's body appeared in front of the brocade warrior.

Xu Yang raised his right elbow and placed it on the chin of the brocade warrior, angrily scolding: "A good dog doesn't bark randomly."

Bang!

The brocade warrior flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground several feet away.

This guy had four front teeth missing, his mouth was full of blood, and he was whimpering and couldn't speak. He threw the golden stick aside.

Seeing their own people being beaten, more than a dozen brocade warriors rushed forward. They surrounded Xu Yang in the middle, and the golden sticks in their hands fell into the formation in an instant, obviously well-trained.

"Stick to kill!" Someone shouted angrily.

More than a dozen golden sticks smashed down from top to bottom towards Xu Yang's head, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, whirring and making a gust of wind.

This time, it was not to break his legs, but to smash his head directly.

Xu Yang did not dodge, but raised his right palm upwards and operated the Qingmu Spirit Body Technique.

On the palm of his right hand, several green branches and shadows moved, and a green circular magic array appeared.

"Wood Spirit Array - Vine Binding!"

In an instant, several ivy shadows emerged from the magic circle. The green vines twined around and entangled the falling more than a dozen gold-wrapped sticks tightly, holding them in mid-air to prevent them from falling.

More than a dozen warriors in brocade clothes felt unwilling to do so when they saw that the gold-wrapped stick they were swinging was blocked by Xu Yang.

Ahhhh——

They roared in unison, trying with all their strength to suppress Xu Yang downwards.

The combined strength of a dozen well-trained tribal elite warriors is comparable to the toppling of a mountain.

Xu Yang is like a green pine, motionless.

"Make way for this drunkard to drink." Xu Yang shouted softly, and at the same time raised his raised right hand.

Buzz!

The power of the Wood Spirit Formation suddenly exploded, green spiritual light intertwined and swirled, ancient runes jumped, and the shadow of the ivy became more solid.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The dozens of gold-coated rods that were placed on the Wood Spirit Formation were completely broken and shattered.

Wrapped in gold, the outside is covered with gold foil, and the inside is made of thousand-year-old fine iron. It was as unbearable as rotten wood at the moment.

The dozen or so warriors in golden robes had no time to react. They suddenly lost their balance and fell to the ground one after another.

It's a long story, from the time when the first warrior in robes took action to when the dozen or so warriors in robes behind were all knocked to the ground by Xu Yang, it only took a moment.

The crowd of onlookers immediately exploded.

"Where does this young man in green come from?"

"He wears a fine silver soul ring on his arm, which can only be worn by the highest-level servants. Is it possible that he is the high-level guard of some big shot in the Feather Alliance?"

"I have never seen a person like this who defeated more than a dozen elite warriors in one move on his own."

"These elite warriors who protect the saint often bully the common people. Someone should deal with them today."

"Heroes emerge from youth."

No one in the crowd said that Xu Yang was an ignorant drunkard, but a young hero who had the courage to resist and possessed unique skills.

...

There was sudden chaos ahead. The White Feather Saint raised her hand, and the chariot she was riding on was placed firmly on the ground by the eight strong men carrying the chariot.

The White Feather Saint asked seriously: "What's going on ahead?"

The young maid serving at the side said respectfully: "Go back to the Holy Lady, there is a drunkard blocking the way."

The White Feather Saint nodded and said: "Just ask someone to drive him away. You have to rush to the Yu Temple to pray for blessings. If you are late, not only will you be robbed of the limelight by the Saints of the Red Feather Tribe and Cang Yu Tribe, but also You have lost the face of our Baiyu tribe.”

When the White Feather Saint saw from a distance that more than a dozen elite warriors from her tribe were knocked to the ground by the drunkards who blocked the road, she could no longer hold back and walked directly off the chariot.

The white feather saint's robe reaches the floor behind her, making her figure even more slender.

The maid on the side looked panicked and said: "My Lady Saint, it seems that this person is not an ordinary drunkard. He is very powerful. Do you want to avoid him?"

The White Feather Saint took off her feather gauze cloak and threw it to the waiter.

In the woman's hand, she said decisively: "Back off."

The maid held up the feather gauze cloak and obediently put it aside.

The White Feather Saint whispered to herself: "The Saint of the White Feather tribe has never been a vase decoration. This time, maybe someone sent a master deliberately to give me a blow. I want to see what this drunkard can do. Why, who is the master behind him?”

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the white-feathered saint nodded with her toes, her clothes fluttering like a white luan spreading her wings, and she was opposite Xu Yang in a blink of an eye.

Without saying anything, the White Feather Saint shot out from the air with one palm.

Palm out!

In a blink of an eye, a snowstorm formation appeared.

White feathers and silver blades, flying frost and cold arrows, creaking in the void.

"Snowstorm Formation—White Feather!"

It is like a powerful spell with dual attributes of wind and snow.

Xu Yang had really drunk wine before, it was wine from an ordinary wine shop in the Temple of Yu Temple.

For an alcoholic, when arriving in a new place, it is necessary to try the local wine. Otherwise, it means you haven’t been here.

The White Feather Saint suddenly took action, but Xu Yang was not surprised but overjoyed.

The opportunity has come.

But Xu Yang did not take action. Instead, he used the wood escape technique. The green vines under his feet twisted with light and shadow, and his figure quickly retreated ten feet.

At this moment, a loud cry of an eagle broke through the sky and was heard in everyone's ears.

In mid-air, a brown storm arrived in the blink of an eye. There are clusters of silver arcs blooming on the surface of the storm.

A figure was hidden in the storm, approaching from far away.

It was a young man with a pair of huge goshawk wings on his back.

The young man has a handsome face and is dressed in blue and gray brocade clothes. His long hair is simply pinned behind his head with a simple gray feather hairpin. There are two silver guns stuck in a gun pouch behind his back.

Xu Yang stepped back with a smile that was close to success, and thought to himself: "Cang Yuzhi, the next step will depend on your acting skills."

Without pausing, Cang Yuzhi stood in front of Xu Yang, facing the White Feather Saint opposite, and also pushed out with one palm.

Palm out!

"Array of Wind and Thunder—Cang Yu!"

A formation of wind and thunder suddenly appeared on the surface of the palm he pushed out.

The lightning silver spear, the Cangyu long sword, the void rumbled and roared.

Cang Yu Zhi was born with a silver thunder attribute body, but he also practiced the art of Cang Yu's half-animal transformation the day after tomorrow. After his body is transformed into a half-eagle beast, a pair of goshawk wings connected to his own blood can grow from his back, and he temporarily possesses powerful wind energy.

There is no other person in the entire Feiyu Alliance who can use the wind and thunder technique so freely at the same time. This is also Cang Yuzhi's special skill.

"Is it Cang Yuzhi?" The White Feather Saint who had originally attacked Xu Yang immediately recognized the Eagle Wing boy who showed up halfway.

The White Feather Saint did not choose to stop, but instead increased the spell that originally added 50% of its power to 80%, almost close to a full-strength attack.

The White Feather Saint quickly made two inferences in her mind.

First, Cang Yuzhi was the mastermind behind the drunk blocking the road, and he must pay the price. This is the price of provoking the White Feather Tribe.

Second, if Cang Yuzhi is just meddling in other people's business, then he must be taught a lesson. Cang Yuzhi's only sister is the Saint of the Cang Yu Tribe, and she is also going to participate in this feather god blessing ceremony. And Cang Yuzhi's cultivation and combat power are higher than that of the Cang Yu Saint.

This day is the traditional feather god blessing festival of the Feiyu League, and it can also be said that it is a day of secret battles between the three saints in the Cang Yu Tribe, the White Feather Tribe and the Red Feather Tribe.

Among the three saints, who has the most beautiful face? Who is the most popular among believers? Who is the most qualified to talk to the spirit of the Feather God? Who is the first saint of the Feather Alliance?

The answers to these questions will be revealed after the blessing ceremony. And the winner will bring great reputation and status to the tribe behind him.

The White Feather Saint suddenly made a move.

The blue-winged boy suddenly appeared.

This is something that has never happened in the Feather God Temple.

Everyone on the street was stunned, and at that moment, everything became strangely quiet.

Xu Yang, who retreated to a safe place at the back, picked up the wine gourd, raised his head and gulped down the wine, his face was slightly drunk, and he murmured: "Good wine."