"Remember then that you don't have to confront them head-on, you just need to grab the sword." The cold words suddenly came out of the purple man's mouth.

After the purple-dressed man said this, the old drunkard suddenly had a strange smile on his lips, and then sprayed his breath with alcohol and said, "Yes, yes, they are so fierce, it's better not to start..."

People in purple didn't say anything anymore.

The old drunkard reached out from his waist and felt his bottle gourd, then slowly opened the lid. A steaming smell of wine came out. Instead of drinking directly, the old drunkard took a deep breath of wine...