Lin Bai suddenly thought that Chen Yule still owed him a drink, so he smiled and shouted to Chen Yule: "Brother Chen, where is the dragon blood wine you owe me?"

Just now, Lin Bai showed off his power so much that the disciples of the five families and seven sects did not dare to underestimate Lin Bai.

At this moment, Lin Bai spoke and once again attracted the attention of the audience.

Chen Yule said with a smile: "I have already ordered people to prepare it, but the brewing of dragon blood wine in Shenxian Tower is extremely complicated. I searched all over Shenxian Tower and managed to make a hundred jars. Now I have paid attention to it.

It happened to the elders in the family, and they started making wine from their wine cellar."

"We'll have it all together soon."

Lin Bai sighed silently, looking lonely.

Yi Song rolled his eyes at this moment, interjected, and said with a smile: "What? Brother Chen still owes Brother Lin wine? This is unreasonable. The holy son of the Chen family in the imperial capital actually refuses to pay back the debt?"

"Brother Lin, I will help you with this matter."

"Tomorrow I will find a few Confucian and Taoist masters to write a few good articles and distribute them to every corner of the imperial capital. Let the warriors of the imperial capital see that the Holy Son of the Chen family has not paid back his debts, and his reputation will be ruined!"

"Hahaha."

Chen Yule heard that Yi Song was making fun of him, so he could only smile bitterly without saying anything.

Huang Qingyun, the saint of the Holy Lotus Palace, smiled and said at this moment: "Yisong, you are too damaged."
Chapter completed!