I may be a fake fairy

"There seem to be many immortal cultivators living on those floating islands!" Ouyang Tian looked at those islands floating in the air. Many of the islands had a strong aura, and there should be powerful immortal cultivators cultivating on them. .

Just judging from the aura emanating from it, at least it is a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods.

"The secret realm of Yundao is full of aura, and it is a rare blessed place. Such a cultivation environment is extremely rare in the middle-earth world of immortal cultivation, so many immortals are willing to practice in the secret realm of Yundao." Fei Butler said with a smile .

"Indeed, the aura in this secret realm of Yundao is more abundant than Yunxian City!" Ouyang Tian nodded.

This Yundao Secret Realm is indeed a good place for cultivation, and it is no wonder that so many immortal practitioners choose to live here.

However, these immortal cultivators must have paid a high price. He did not believe that Langya Pavilion would be so kind as to allow so many immortal cultivators to practice here for free.

On the largest island in the middle of the secret realm of Cloud Island, a palace-like tavern stands proudly.

If they only looked at it from the outside, they would not have thought that this was a tavern even if they killed Tian Buer, and they would not doubt that he was a palace.

At the gate of the tavern were two rows of young girls. When Ouyang Tian and the others approached the tavern, the bodies of the two rows of young girls were slightly bent and smiling.

"welcome!"

When the two rows of girls uttered these four words, Ouyang Tian couldn't help thinking of the picture of himself traveling through the ktv, it was so similar, it was exactly the same.

When Ouyang Tian entered the tavern, he was even more sure that this was not a tavern, it was simply an entertainment city.

Slender and fat, with heavy makeup, Xiaojiabiyu, gentle and virtuous, beauties of various styles shuttle among the crowd.

The immortal cultivators gathered in the tavern stared at these beauties like wolves, eager to swallow them in one gulp.

"Come, come, bet, bet, odd or even!" There was even a place for gambling.

Who said that all immortal cultivators are pure-hearted and ascetic, immortal cultivators are also human beings, they also have desires, and if they have desires, they will naturally need a place to vent.

The secret realm of Yundao was used by Langye Pavilion for these immortal cultivators.

Ouyang Tian rolled his eyes, looking at the posture, the tavern will provide some special services, but it seems that no one cares about these in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Have a glass of thunderstorm wine!" A burly man with disheveled clothes sat down.

As soon as the words were finished, a beautiful maid wriggled her exquisite figure and brought over a glass of thunderstorm wine.

The strong man chuckled, touched the maid's chest, and then placed a middle-grade spirit stone on the maid's chest.

The maid was not angry, but just gave the strong man a coquettish look.

The strong man laughed loudly, picked up the glass of thunderstorm wine, and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

"Sting!" A golden thunder flashed across the strong man's body, and the originally sluggish strong man immediately regained his energy.

No wonder it is called Thunderstorm Wine, this drink

It actually contains the power of thunder, and even has the effect of stimulating the spirit.

"Thunderstorm wine, it sounds very good!" Tian Buer licked his lips. He is a good drinker. He likes to drink a few sips when he is free on weekdays. Now he encounters this special thunderstorm wine. Of course we have to try.

Tian Buer imitated that strong man and ordered a glass of thunderstorm wine. A beautiful maid came and looked at Tian Buer affectionately.

But Tian Buer's attention was all on the glass of thunderstorm wine, so he didn't pay attention to this beautiful maid.

Swallowing this glass of thunderstorm wine in one gulp, feeling the power of thunder surging in his body, Tian Buer smacked his mouth.

"That's it!" He threw out a middle-grade spirit stone and shook his head.

Tian Bu'er's mouth has long been tricked by Ouyang Tian, ​​and he usually drinks the best Zixian wine. Compared with Zixian wine, this thunderstorm wine is far worse, that is, Tu Yile.

A small cup of thunderstorm wine cost a hundred spirit stones, Tian Buer was in pain.

"Oh, this friend doesn't seem to be satisfied with this thunderstorm wine?" An old man came over.

"This is the owner of the secret realm of Yundao, in charge of the business of the secret realm of Yundao!" said Steward Fei.

"Steward Fei!" The island owner bowed respectfully when he saw Steward Fei.

"It's okay, but it doesn't feel so interesting!" Tian Buer shook his head.

"Oh, so this friend has drunk wine better than Thunderstorm Wine?" The island owner looked at Tian Fuji.

"Of course, this thunderstorm wine is good, but compared to the wine I drink, it's rubbish!" Tian Buer chuckled.

Ouyang Tian frowned, Senior Brother Tian is not such a ignorant person, how could he speak nonsense in this strange place?

"Oh, then I want to see and see. I don't know if this friend can let me taste the peerless wine in your mouth?" asked the island owner.

"Why not, I think the island owner is also a wine lover, and good wine should be shared with people who love wine!" Tian Buer took out a jar of purple fairy wine.

The moment Zixian Niang was opened, a strange aroma of wine instantly filled the entire tavern. What thunderstorm wine, what snowflake wine, the aromas of these wines were all suppressed by Zixian Niang.