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Feng Zhi raised her hand, just as she was about to slap the three people in front of him on their head, her expression suddenly changed.

Long Yan's reaction wasn't slower than Feng Zhi, at the same time, when Feng Zhi's face changed color, she stood in front of Feng Zhi as if she was facing a great enemy, and used a protective stance to block in front of Feng Zhi.

Feng Lai and Feng Ming were slightly weaker than the rest. At first, they didn't understand why Feng Zhi and Long Yan had such a reaction, but after two breaths of time, they realized that something was amiss.

"Who is it!"

Feng Zhi looked around, flames burned in her phoenix eyes, and her voice seemed to carry an unending chilliness.

Although Feng Lai and Feng Ming did not know who was this person, they had never seen Feng Zhi with such a grim expression in the past ten years. Even when they had fought with Lu Wuxiu and Murong Li back then, she had been so relaxed and at ease.

However …

Wasn't Profound Martial Continent the strongest in the world? Who could make Feng Zhi feel danger than the strongest in the world?

Feng Lai and Feng Ming couldn't understand, but this didn't stop them from being on guard as well.

The surroundings were completely silent.

Feng Zhi felt as if the air around her was filled with an ice-cold aura, and it was as if someone was secretly spying on her.

The person who had come was definitely a great enemy!

After waiting for a while, no one replied, but Feng Zhi and Long Yan looked at each other, the fear in their eyes grew even stronger.

Feng Zhi's mouth was agape, and was about to say something, but before she could say anything, a pressure even more intimidating than Long Yan's Dragon Might suddenly came pressing down on the four of them.

The pressure was extremely sudden, even though Feng Zhi was already on guard, when the pressure suddenly reached him, she let out a stuffy groan, and immediately tasted the sweetness.

This was something that Feng Zhi found hard to accept.

The cultivation inheritance that she had received was not just a single level higher than the cultivators in the Profound Martial Continent. Adding to the fact that she had already learned how to cultivate in her previous life, in these past ten years, she had been able to suppress everyone of the same age, and was even able to exchange moves with experts of the Martial Saint level, together with Long Yan.

It was precisely because of this, that she couldn't help but feel a little smug even though Feng Zhi was essentially an adult. Even if she knew that her Profound Martial Continent wasn't the strongest, she still had absolute confidence that she would become someone who stood at the peak of the Profound Martial Continent in the future.

But now, Feng Zhi was not so sure.

This enemy who had yet to show his face could injure her with just his aura alone.

Even Lu Wuxiu, who had been a famous Martial Saint Ranker for a long time, would never be able to do such a thing!

So, what was the identity of this person?

Thinking about that, Feng Zhi suppressed the sweet taste in her throat, and her eyes turned cold. Unconsciously, her entire body started to burn, and she shouted out fiercely: "Who are you, master?

The surroundings were silent for a moment, then an obviously very aged voice rang out.

"Haha, little girl, this old man does not care about being mocked …" After saying this, the person laughed a few times and said, "However, this old man will naturally show himself …"

When she finished speaking, Feng Zhi and the other three could only see a blur in front of them. In front of them appeared an old man with white hair and a red beard.

The old man first swept his gaze across the four of them. When he saw Long Yan, he was a bit surprised.

Feng Zhi and Long Yan looked at each other, both of them shocked.

After Long Yan transformed into human form, he was no different from a real human. As long as he did not reveal himself, almost no one would be able to recognize his true identity. However, this old man who appeared out of nowhere was able to tell his background with a single glance.

Who was this old man?

Feng Zhi was thinking about this question when the old man finally set his gaze on her. She then laughed strangely at her, "Heh, this old man has lived for so long, and has finally met an interesting young lady …"

For some reason, just by being swept by the old man, Feng Zhi already had a feeling that she had been completely seen through.

With a slight flick of her wrist, Feng Zhi grasped the jade sword in her hand, and for the first time, prepared herself with all her might. She looked at the old man, and asked: "May I know what senior wishes to pay us a visit at Feng Family?"

The old man actually didn't listen to Feng Zhi at all, as if he hadn't heard his voice at all. His nose twitched a few times, and finally landed in the hands of Feng Lai and Feng Ming, who had not had the time to retrieve the two small pots of Drunken Immortals.

In the next moment, Feng Lai and Feng Ming only felt a light breeze blow past them. Then, the wine jars that they were originally tightly hugging in their hands disappeared from their hands, as if they had never seen them before. And in the hands of the old man who was still standing in his original spot, were two wine jars.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

Although the old man had only taken the wine jar from their hands, they did not even have the slightest feeling that the jar of wine was in the hands of the old man.

This caused a layer of sweat to appear on Feng Lai and Feng Ming's backs.

Feng Zhi was startled as well. She then immediately pulled Feng Lai and Feng Ming behind her, and they stood shoulder to shoulder in confrontation against the old man.

However, the old man did not seem to see the actions of Feng Zhi and the rest, as everyone's attention was focused on the two small wine jars in his hands.

The two jars of wine were not that big, only slightly larger than an adult's palm. One of his hands was able to hold them completely. The old man lifted the jar to his nose and sniffed lightly. He then sighed lightly, "That's right, what I smelt earlier, was this smell …"

Feng Zhi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Therefore, the one who had stirred up such a strong enemy was actually her Drunken Immortal Tactic?

Looking at the old man, under the gaze of Feng Zhi and the others, he only blew lightly on the two wine jars, causing the sealed jars to fall one after the other.

Without the claymore, the slightly ethereal aroma of the Immortal Drunken Wine once again emanated throughout the altar.

The old man was extremely intoxicated as he sniffed the aroma of the wine, causing him to be unable to control himself. He then directly brought the jar of wine to his mouth and gulped it down. It was only two gulps, but both jars were completely empty.

The old man was obviously not satisfied, as he could not pour out another drop of wine from the jar. He almost licked the jar again, and then looked back at Feng Zhi and the rest.

"This wine …" The old man's face turned slightly red after drinking the two jars of Drunken Immortal, but his eyes were still clear. He said, "Little girl, you brewed this wine, right?"