"Boom..."

  From far away, a muffled sound came from the middle of the mountain, and countless sparks burst forth. A fierce fire broke out in a house on the waist of the mountain.

  Xu Haifeng's face changed, and he exclaimed: "Qin Yong's house..."

  "What?" Jiang Gongming's face also turned extremely ugly in an instant.

  What they are worried about is not Qin Yong, but the house behind his house.

  There, the most precious thing of the Black Flag Army was stored, and it was also the lifeblood of the Black Flag Army - Blood Wine.

  It was placed there in order to borrow Qin Yong's military strength for protection, but today it has undergone a sudden change, leaving people at a loss.

  Xu Haifeng's body moved slightly, just about to rush over, when he heard Jiang Kongming shouting loudly behind him: "Master, take me with you."

  His body suddenly bent over in mid-air, his two feet touched the ground, and with a light push, he arrived at Jiang Kongming's side, stretched out his hand and grasped him. When the eagle-like body reappeared on the horizon, Jiang Kongming was no longer in his original place.

  This came and went, just a fleeting moment, Xu Haifeng did it with ease and composure, although far from the ghostly charm of the monkey child, but in the twists and turns, he was already smooth and natural, no longer seeing half a hint of stagnation.

  His light body kung fu has reached its peak at this point, and even compared to Li Yanbo and Abbot Zong, he is not inferior.

  After several ups and downs, they arrived at the burning house.

  The flames spread extremely quickly, and had already crossed over the residence of Qin's brave warriors. The house where the blood wine was stored was also emitting wisps of black smoke. All around were dots of charred blackness, a sight that made one's heart tremble with fear.

  "Bottle..."

  Jiang Kungming was in mid-air and had already shouted loudly.

  Xu Haifeng didn't care, and as he approached the house, he casually threw it out. Jiang Kongming's body flew high into the air, did a somersault in mid-air, and then landed on both feet, without feeling any impact at all.

  A glimpse of ingenuity can be seen from this.

  His body didn't stop, Xu Haifeng's figure had already passed through the house that was shooting out flames and rushed into the back room.

  Jiang Kung-ming's eyes were anxious and worried, staring intently in front of him, as if afraid of missing something.

  "Hmm..."

  A wine bottle flew through the air in a beautiful arc and landed steadily beside Jiang Kongming, looking as if someone had gently placed it on the ground.

  With the appearance of the first wine bottle, the second, third, and more floated in the air, neatly lined up in front of Jiang Kongming.

  Jiang Kongming muttered to himself as he counted the number of bottles silently.

  His face grew more and more relieved until the last bottle was just counted, and Xu Haifeng had already returned to his side.

  "It's okay, just one bottle less, what a relief..." Jiang Kongming said with a sigh of relief.

  A sudden gust of wind arose, and Li Ming Tang's tall figure strode forward with large steps. His movements seemed slow but were actually swift, and in an instant he was already standing before them.

  Xu Haifeng turned his head and scanned around in a circle. He asked the black flag soldier guarding in front of him, "How did the fire start?"

  That scholar shook his head in a daze, and was completely at a loss for an answer.

  Jiang Kung-ming furrowed his brow and asked: "Where's Chin Yung?"

  I am here.

  They looked up at the same time, a tall figure ran out of the house with flames, his clothes had been burned clean by the big fire, but he still seemed to be in a state of nothing.

  They exchanged a glance, and both Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming felt a wave of helplessness in their hearts.

  This copper-skinned and iron-boned Qin Yong seems to be impervious not only to knives and guns but also possibly to water and fire.

  "How did the fire start?"

  "I don't know." Qin Yong replied very briefly, scratching his head.

  Looking at his innocent and uninvolved expression, Xu Haifeng secretly shook his head and scolded: "You're in charge of guarding this place, what are you doing?"

  "I'm just drinking." Qin Yong chuckled foolishly, with his usual silly self, of course he couldn't see that Xu Haifeng was now furious.

  "Hot wine?" Jiang Kongming's eyes lit up and he asked: "How is it heated?"

  Qin Yong drew a circle with his hand and said, "It was fried like this, and later something seemed to break, and the fire came up."

  Xu and Jiang looked at each other, both seeing a big question mark in each other's eyes. What is this guy talking about?

  "Who taught you how to drink?"

  Jiang Kung-ming frowned and asked, Qin Yong had always been a drinker who finished his drinks in one gulp, when did he learn to warm up his wine? There must be a reason for this.

  "It's Chef Zhang..."

  Zhang Da Chu, this name is not unfamiliar to them.

  This person was originally a famous chef in a well-known wine house in Wòlóng City, and later was hired by Xǔ Hǎifēng to come to the mountain to take care of the meals for the Black Flag Army.

  There are indeed many miscellaneous workers on the mountain, with a total of fifty or sixty people.

  They were able to remember this little figure precisely because he was indeed a master of cooking, and even Xu Haifeng, who had enjoyed all the honors and wealth in recent years and had tasted all the delicacies, couldn't help but praise his signature dishes.

  But somehow, I ended up getting involved with him again.

  "Go find him..."

  Xu Haifeng's face turned iron-blue as he ordered: "Rather than asking Qin Yong, it would be better to summon him and ask him directly."

  Li Ming Tang responded with a sound, turned around and left, after a few ups and downs, he was out of sight.

  The wine bottles stored here are all the blood wine saved earlier, among which five bottles are even more precious. The exchange of blood and wine is only one to one, which is now a very rare inventory.

  If calculated according to Jiang Kongming's method, drawing blood four times a year, it is unlikely that such a large amount of blood wine can be collected in seven or eight years.

  If all these things were suddenly destroyed...

  Xu Haifeng's heart skipped a beat at once.

  "Why does he want to teach you?" Jiang Kongming asked from behind.

  Qin Yong immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, indicating that he didn't know.

  A moment later, Li Ming Tang came back with a big fat man in his hands, who was looking at Xu Haifeng and others with a terrified face.

  "Greetings, esteemed elders."

  Zhang's voice trembled with a hint of uncontrollable shaking as he immediately knelt down on both knees, his body swaying slightly. With such a commotion here, how could he possibly be unaware?

  He was suddenly caught by Li Ming Tang and brought here, his heart racing with fear, afraid of some unexpected disaster. Because he knew the identities of these two people in front of him, if they wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be any harder than crushing an ant.

  "Get up..." Xu Haifeng helped him up, and in the blink of an eye, he had a friendly smile on his face: "I heard from Qin Yong that you taught him a method for roasting wine, what's it like?"

  "Yes..." Zhang Da chef heard that it was asking this, and the anxiety in his heart dissipated a little. He explained: "This is a method passed down from my family's ancestors. We use a fire stove surrounded by an iron frame, with a wine bottle placed in the middle. We keep shaking it until it's warm..."

  "Ah, I see." Jiang Kongming cut him off, waved his hand to dismiss him, and then turned around to carefully examine Qin Yong's body. Suddenly, he reached out and took something black from his belly.

  Xu Haifeng fixed his eyes and took a closer look, it was actually a small piece of bamboo.

  Jiang Kungming lowered his head and concentrated for half a moment before saying: "Impossible! Could this also explode?"

  Xu Haifeng did not interrupt his train of thought, but instead quietly observed the changes beside him.

  Jiang Kongming's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of understanding, and he solemnly asked: "Qin Yong, what wine are you roasting?"

  Qin Yong blinked his copper bell-like eyes, pointed with his hand and said: "It's this one, didn't Military Advisor promise to give me a bottle every day?"

  Their eyes simultaneously shifted to the ground above, where the stock of blood wine was placed.

  Qin Yong was the one with the biggest wine addiction among those growing-type Blood Warriors, and he couldn't forget the taste of blood wine, constantly nagging Xu and Jiang about it every day.

  He was so stirred up that Jiang Gongming specially exchanged a batch of blood wine, with an extremely small amount of demonic blood.

  Hand over these specially made blood wines to Qin Yong and allow him to drink one bottle every day.

  Qin Yong's finger was pointing at this type of blood wine.

  "Could it be..."

  A dangerous glint suddenly flashed in Jiang Kongming's eyes.

  Shang picked up a bottle of blood wine, and this style of bottle was exactly the kind of blood wine specially provided for Qin Yong.

  He furrowed his brow in deep thought for a moment, then ordered the remaining blood wine to be moved to a safe place, and at the same time, he took out a bottle of petroleum-based purification agent from the armory.

  This stuff is extracted from that black crude oil.

  According to Jiang Kongming, due to the lack of equipment, only some Si Bu Xiang were extracted, but it was better than nothing.

  He poured a small cup of blood wine into this bottle of refined object and carefully stirred it evenly.

  Then some cotton wool was found and the stopper was pulled out of his hand, some wine was poured in, the cotton wool was soaked, and slowly stuffed into the bottle mouth.

  He hesitated for a moment, then beckoned Li Mingtang over, gave him some instructions, and pulled Xu Haifeng back.

  Li Mingtang took out his flint and struck out a spark.

  The cotton wick was soaked with blood wine, and when it encountered sparks, it quickly spread upwards, about to reach the mouth of the bottle.

  Li Ming Tang's eyes stared intently, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and swung it, throwing the wine bottle far away.

  In mid-air, a streak of flame drew a beautiful arc and flew away into the distance.

  Just as the wine bottle was about to slowly fall to the ground, the flames had already burned to the mouth of the bottle.

  "Bang..."

  A dull and muffled sound suddenly burst forth in mid-air.

  It was as if the wine bottle had been crushed by a force of millions of kilograms, shattering into countless tiny fragments that flew in all directions, carrying with them burning flames.

  A burst of vigorous fire rain fell from the sky, like a vast array of fireworks suddenly soaring upwards, reaching its zenith before accelerating downwards at a thousand times the speed, dazzling people's eyes. The scope of the fire rain was even more vast, covering an area of several dozen square meters, making it hard for people to believe their eyes.

  Xu Haifeng's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, this scene was not the first time he had seen it. Jiang Kongming using petroleum refining materials could also achieve similar effects, but the power between the two was vastly different, simply worlds apart.

  "Lord Military Advisor, this is..."

  "The students didn't know either." Jiang Kongming's face wasn't looking good either, he said slowly: "It turns out that Blood Wine has this function too, it seems we've entered a misunderstanding."

  "How about compared with petroleum?"

  Jiang Kongming pointed to his head and said, "Petroleum needs refining to have such power, but the knowledge is with me. We don't have the equipment in our hands. At our current level, if we can refine something that has one-tenth of its power, it would be good."

  "Are you planning on using it, Military Strategist?"

  "I don't know..."

  Jiang Kongming's eyes had a hint of confusion, and he said softly: "This is not petroleum refining, this is demonic blood. Is this really the will of heaven?"