C387 A Mouthful of Cold Poison and the Five Viscera Were Incinerated

A mocking voice came from the bamboo hat. Lu Feng took off his hat and looked at Shee Qingshu with disdain. "A mere Battle Wine. Why would you need to fake it? Elder Shee, you are too petty."

Many of the patrons in the crowd saw Lu Feng's red face and could not help but burst into an uproar. If he had not drunk nineteen pots of Fire Cloud Burning, he would not be in such a state