Under the moonlight, a bottle of good wine is divided up by one person. People hold it in their hands. It's really good wine. It's so mellow that they even can't bear to drink it.

"I know it's a good wine when I smell it. It's the first time I've seen such a mellow wine. It's definitely the best wine."

"Yes, I'm afraid only celestial beings can have such fine wine."

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Many of the disciples felt a lot and said without reservation that for them, wine is more attractive than beauty.

They don't need beauty, but they need wine, which is very similar to the dwarves.

Luo Xuan naturally knew very well, so he threw himself in his favor and gave these guys a good drink. They were very grateful.

"Second younger brother, it's hard to get good wine, isn't it?" The north wind is strong, some hesitant to say.

The meaning of this is very obvious. I guess I want to take some back to those old men.

They have deep feelings and good things, so he naturally wants to share them. This wine is just like that. If they can take it back and taste it for the others, they will be very happy.

It's just that the wine is made by Luo Xuan, and it's really hard to make such good wine.

That's how beifenglie asked, but he didn't give much hope.

but Luo Xuan is generous, with a wave of his hand, many good wine is taken out by him, or red wine, or Baijiu, or some other sweet wine.

"Brother Bei, take these bottles of good wine back to the other elders of the sect. It's my intention."

After listening to this, looking at the wine in his hand, Beifeng laughs brightly. He likes to talk to smart people. It's not necessary to make it too clear that others can understand what you mean.

Just like now, he just ordered it casually, and Luo Xuan understood what he meant. He also brought out the wine, which made him feel very proud. He really likes talking to such people, and it's not hard.

If he says to Luo Xuan directly, you can give me some more beautiful bars. I need to take them back to my brothers to try them. If he says so, it doesn't sound like that. Do you rob things like bandits?

Although they have a good relationship, they are all brothers, but they can't talk like that. How can they ask others for things? In addition, they are from the older generation and ask the younger generation for things. It's not very good.

And Luo Xuan takes the initiative to take out the good wine, which gives Beifeng enough face, so that he can have a step down, and Luo Xuan also wins the favor because of this, so we can get something from each other.

"Brother Bei, there is not much good wine. Don't drink it secretly."

The North breeze is fierce on hearing, but is assurance a way: "how can, the old man definitely won't steal to drink of, definitely will take back to give me those old brothers to taste."

Then, late at night, a group of people chatted in the desert. In front of the bonfire, Luo Xuan also arranged barbecue and beer.

These things, for this group of people, are novel, they have never seen, and these things, for Luo Xuan, are taken from the mall.

Many barbecue products are pickled and vacuum preserved. They can be roasted at any time. It's very convenient. In this case, Luo Xuan wanted to bake them for everyone.

Of course, barbecue, or to go with beer, this is the most standard, Luo Xuan naturally also whole some, but now the temperature has dropped, he did not freeze, but directly room temperature to drink.

In this regard, the disciples of Beicheng sword sect are really open-minded. They all have delicious food and drink. They are more and more fond of Luo Xuan.

The atmosphere is very harmonious. Luo Xuan can have a good chat with anyone. Although Han Shuang is a girl, she is involved in the barbecue and beer. However, she is more restrained. In front of outsiders, she looks cold.

Just because she is a girl, beside are men, so she has nothing to say, just stay in Luo Xuan's side, quietly eating.

Luo Xuan grabs her little hand and wrongs her. Originally, it's the best for them to be together, but for the sake of safety, it's better for Luo Xuan to follow the people of Beicheng sword sect.

If you don't know the person who asked Xianling is here, even if you know he Wenxian has come here. He also knows the character of the old man very well. He doesn't stop until he reaches his goal.

Now that he knows that Luo Xuan is in this desert, he will definitely find a chance to fight. If he leaves Beicheng sword sect, it's not a good thing.

Luo Xuan himself knew that there were too many people in Xianling to defend himself, unless he was in the dwarves, he would be at ease when he got there.

It hasn't arrived yet, so he went with them along the way. Only in this way, he really wronged frost.

But she is also very sensible, know so safe, don't want to and Luo Xuan into danger, there is no wayward.

Besides, Hanshuang thinks that the people of Beicheng sword sect are very nice. They are very polite, very nice and polite.It's just that she has such a character that she can't do anything to make her talk to these people with a smile.

The disciples of Beicheng sword sect are happy. They are so comfortable that they can't describe.

So late at night, a group of people simply meditate, Luo Xuan is to put up a tent for frost, let her rest inside, he is guarding outside.

The rest of the people were meditating outside, ready to spend the night first. Not far away, seeing this scene, he Wenxian's old face was full of discontent.

In fact, he has not gone far, has been tracking, but he followed so long, see Luoxuan and beifenglie go together, it is no chance.

Besides, people on one side have been reminding him not to mess around and not to lose big things because of small things. This time, they are here to cast magic weapons, which is the most important thing. If they delay this, they will have bad luck.

After all, the old men in the sect have given them the task to take back the initiative anyway.

It's unexpected to meet Luo Xuan here, but everything has happened. Even killing Luo Xuan can't change anything. It's better to do something helpful to the sect.

After listening to these persuasions, he Wenxian was helpless. It seemed that it was such a truth that killing Luoxuan couldn't make up for anything. It's better to take the magic weapon back.

The main reason is that there is a strong north wind. The old man has a lot of skills. He Wenxian knows that he is an expert in the later stage of distraction. Even if he takes all the people who ask Xianling to the past, he can't change much.

There is no way to change such a risky thing. If you do, you will be a fool.

So he took a deep breath. Instead of taking risks, he took the people who asked about Xianling and walked away. They had to go to the dwarves as soon as possible.

"Sect master, that boy will die sooner or later. Don't worry. He is lucky this time, and he won't be so lucky next time."

"Hum, I will kill him myself. I'll spare his life this time."

Under the moonlight, a group of people continue to go on their way towards the distance, and their back is slowly submerged by the night.

Luo Xuan doesn't know. He is meditating and growing up. He believes that he will have the ability to fight against he wen soon.