The three gray monks were somewhat disappointed when they heard this. They had originally wanted to buy more wine to store, as such good wine was rare.
Zhan Yihan took out three bottles of wine and handed them to the three of them. "I have three more bottles here, I'll give them to you three." These bottles of wine were given to him by Xu Youruo's father. He didn't usually have the habit of drinking. Even if he wanted to drink, he only liked to drink the wine brewed by Jin Yue.
"We won't be polite. Thank you, fellow immortal!" The three gray-robed monks expressed their gratitude in surprise.
"You're welcome. I'll go first." Zhan Yihan smiled and shook his head, then stood up and walked towards his seat.
The gray-robed monk called over the waiter and said, "Bring a table of your signature dishes and send them to those two immortal friends." He pointed to the table where Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue were sitting. He never liked to owe others favors.
"Okay!" The guy responded and retreated.
Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue turned their heads and nodded to the gray-robed monk with a smile.
The gray-robed monk smiled indifferently.
At this time, several more cultivators walked in and walked over when they saw there was an empty table next to Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
When passing by the three gray-robed monks, one of the monks stopped and looked at the wine in front of them. "Your wine smells so good. Give me a bottle."
"Sorry, this is all we have." The slightly plump monk quickly put away his pot of wine.
The gray-robed monk and the monk with eyes like copper bells also quickly put the wine away. If it was any other wine, they would have given it away, but they couldn't bear to give this wine away. Besides, this wine was a gift from Zhan Yihan, so how could they give it to someone else in front of him?
The cultivator's face darkened upon seeing this, and his aura was released at the same time, "Take it out! Don't make me say it a second time." He hated it most when others went against his wishes, especially ants whose cultivation was lower than his.
The three gray monks' expressions changed drastically under the pressure of the opponent's momentum. They gritted their teeth and looked at the monk. They didn't believe that the other party would dare to destroy them in public.
"Hand them over or not?" The cultivator's eyes were cold and icy. He wouldn't attack them now, but that might change once they reached the Star-Picking Square. If they dared to disrespect him in front of so many people, he wouldn't let them go easily.
"That wine is mine." Zhan Yihan's voice sounded faintly.
Upon hearing this, the cultivator retracted his aura and walked to the side of Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue, "Then hand over the wine." Although the cultivation level of an early Xuanxian was not weak, it was still much weaker than his.
"No more." Zhan Yihan picked up a piece of meat and put it into Su Jinyue's bowl. It was obvious from his look that he didn't take the cultivator seriously.
"Don't refuse a toast and drink the penalty drink," the monk said angrily. They dared to ignore him. Let him teach them a lesson.
"I'll count to three. If you don't leave, I'll throw you out." Zhan Yihan said calmly, without a trace of joking in his words.
"Then let me see if you have the ability." The monk said angrily and swung his fist towards Zhan Yihan.
"Ah!" The next moment the monk let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Everyone looked and saw that there was a chopstick stuck in the palm of the monk's hand, and bright red liquid was flowing down the chopstick.
"Big Brother!" The monk's companions came to their senses and quickly came to the monk. At first, they didn't take Zhan Yihan seriously, and they didn't expect that he could actually hurt their big brother.
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