These words made Qi Zhongdao's eyelashes covered with ice crystals tremble, and the ice shells on his wooden face were cracked.

Beggar Ba Xiaoyu blushed and scratched her head and said, "Yes, yes, beggar Meng Lang, fellow Taoist Qi, beggar likes nonsense the most, don't forget to go to your heart! Beggar knew that it was really a torment to hang out with those birdmen all day long, looking at their smiling faces, but not punching them. It was indeed a torment! Back then, beggar just couldn't stand being slandered with these birdmen all day long, and they were both sides and three times, so they simply didn't even want their own sects. They were just a casual cultivator, mingling among the market, crying whenever they wanted, laughing whenever they wanted, eating whenever they wanted, and sleeping whenever they wanted, and then sleeping whenever they wanted, so that's how to feel!"

Before Qi Zhongdao responded, Master Kuchan said first: "You can ignore your own sect, but Qi Duzhu cannot ignore Taixuan Dao, and this crumbling world of cultivation."

"Although the current cultivation world is in chaos, intrigue, and indiscriminate, it still maintains several superficial rules. At least on the table, everyone is still harmonious and defends the right path together. Whoever dares to take the blame for the world, openly holds a war to annex other sects and do evil in an open and upright way, just like the Tiger Roar Hall and the Black Evil Sect, then they are evil demons and heresies who will be attacked by the crowd!"

"If even this little superficial order is gone, the cultivation world will completely fall apart, and once again fall into a war era where the strong are as prey as the primitive jungle and lawless as the lawless one, I wonder how many people will suffer!"

"The people are suffering, the people are suffering, the people are suffering, but in comparison, the world is in chaos, and the people suffer more. Otherwise, it would be better to be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person!"

"The building is about to collapse, but it is hard to support it. Don't you know that you are doing it even though you know it is impossible? If you really cherish your feathers and seek fame, why should he stand out again and again? Become a thankless 'leader' again and again? It's just four words, 'do your best'!"

Beggar Ba Xiaoyu was moved. When he looked left and right, he used the water scoops used as a sea bowl. He wiped the water scoops he had just used three times, poured a full scoop of wine, held them in both hands, and handed them respectfully, saying, "Fellow Daoist Qi, in the past few decades, although we have been called the "Three Saints of Daqian" by people in the cultivation world, they are all from all over the world, and go one side. I am my beggar, and you are the leader of your cultivation world, and there is not much intersection!"

"After tonight, maybe everyone can be friends!"

Qi Zhongdao said nothing, listened quietly to Master Kuchan's words, and looked at the wine that beggar Ba Xiaoyu held over. His eyes suddenly turned red. He took the wine with both hands and drank it all, making a thunderous "gurgling" sound from his throat to his chest and abdomen.

"Are there any good wine?"

His voice was like a rusty gear, which was being soaked little by little by little by little by lubricant.

“Yes, yes!”

Beggar Ba Xiaoyu clapped her hands and smiled, "No, at worst, beggar can go back to the city to steal!"

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!"

He simply used his spiritual energy to suck a few more big wine jars, and was too lazy to find a water scoop. He directly broke the mud seal and poured it down. The golden nectar and jade liquid were like water from a big river. The waterfall was falling down, but no drop fell outside his bloody mouth. It was also a surprise!

"call!"

In the blink of an eye, a jar of bear heart, leopard, and tiger bone wine was drunk by him. He smirked a few times, and used the empty wine jar to build up half of the mud in the mud, wielding his spiritual energy, and smashed it hard into the darkness in the distance with a "huh"!

With a muffled "Puff", the wine jar was smashed by something, and another "swish swish swish swish swish swish" sound. All the mud in the wine jar turned into mud spots and flew back. Thousands of mud spots seemed to have eyes, not flying towards others, but they just seemed like small stones, smashing Ba Xiaoyu to the head.

Ba Xiaoyu screamed strangely, soaring into the sky like a smoky smoke, rushing to the top of the crooked tree, and shouting in the darkness: "The beggar, the beggar, holds a big banquet here and invites someone to drink. What are you here to join in the fun?"

Yan Liren, a shiny dwarf swordsman with a shiny head, slowly walked out of the dark mud, and every step was gently tapped on the mud, but his toes were not stained with dust.

He hugged the dagger, expressionless, and said lightly: "I'm here to practice swordsmanship."

Ba Xiaoyu said: "Why don't you practice in the city?"

Yan Liren said: "The chickens crowed in the city, and the dogs barked, it was too noisy, but it was still quiet enough here."

Master Kuchan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, you 'Three Saints of Daqian' are all here, and the Lingjiu donor, who is also a word-of-mouthed person in the cultivation world recently, and you want to join the 'Three Saints of Daqian'. Since everyone is so destined to be, fellow Daoist Yan might as well come and have a drink together!"

Yan Liren didn't even glance at him, shook his head and said, "I don't drink, after drinking, the sword will slow down."

Ba Xiaoyu's eyes rolled and she smiled strangely: "Since you don't drink, how do you know that the sword will slow down after drinking? Beggar heard that there is a kind of "drunk sword", which means that you must use the most illusory and unpredictable magical power when you are drunk, dizzy, and spinning!"

Yan Liren said, "Why haven't I heard of it? You made up random things, just like last time you told me that if you learn to hold a sword with your feet, then you can hold four swords at the same time with both hands and feet, and increase the power of a set of sword techniques by four times."

Ba Xiaoyu actually nodded and said, "That's right, it's true that beggars made up randomly. But you are so powerful, maybe you can really create such a magical power of "Drunk Sword" while drinking. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Yan Liren tilted his head and thought for a while, and nodded seriously: "It makes sense. I am so powerful. If there is really a 'Drunk Sword' in the world, I will definitely be created by me!"

As he said that, he walked towards the small sampan with a swagger.

Just when everyone thought he was about to step onto the small sampan, Yan Liren suddenly disappeared without any warning.

The next second, he appeared above the crooked tree, beggar Ba Xiaoyu's head, and four extremely sharp cold lights shining around him!

No one saw how he jumped up, no one saw how he took off his shoes and socks, and no one saw whether he took out four swords from his armpits, crotch or toes, and used his hands and feet to control them!

Four cold lights shook in the wind and instantly turned into forty, four hundred, four thousand, like a storm, like a golden snake dancing wildly, covering the beggar Ba Xiaoyu!

Beggar Ba Xiaoyu screamed, and turned back dozens of heels in a mess. The cigarette pole that had been stuck behind her neck was held at her mouth. With a "huh", a colorful smoke spewed out of the bag pole of her eyes, like a living thing, turning into a spiritual marten, swallowing all the sword lights in!

"Who is surnamed Yan, what are you doing!"

Ba Xiaoyu poked a head out of the colorful smoke and shouted in anger, "Beggar, kindly, invite you to drink, are you revenge?"

"nothing."

After Yan Liren instantly fired four thousand swords, the four flying swords suddenly disappeared without any signs, just like when they appeared.

Yan Liren fell lightly onto the small sampan and said to Ba Xiaoyu, who was hidden in the colorful smoke in the air, "I just want to tell you that the sword technique of controlling four flying swords at the same time with both hands and feet has been practiced by me, but it cannot increase the power of the sword technique as much as you said, and at best, it will only increase by less than twice."

As he said that, Yan Liren did not say hello to the others. He sucked a jar of bear heart leopard and tiger bone wine on his own, slapped the mud seal, poured half of the jar "gudugu" and smashed it, and said, "Drunk Sword?"

He nodded thoughtfully, and the remaining half of the jar poured into his throat.

"you"

Beggar Ba Xiaoyu was so angry that she burst into tears and rushed out of the colorful smoke. Only then did everyone know why he was hiding inside and refused to come out.

It turned out that Yan Liren's sword was too fast and too sharp. Although he barely avoided the sword light, his tattered clothes were completely torn to pieces, just like strips of cloth hanging on his body, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

"This wine is good, I really think I have realized something!"

Yan Liren slapped the second jar of wine and said seriously, "If you can really practice this 'drunk sword', come and try the sword with Brother Ba!"

Ba Xiaoyu's neck shrank, and she stopped talking. She also picked up a jar of wine with her hands and widened her eyes to drink.

Yan Liren stroked the sword while drinking.

Ba Xiaoyu held the wine jar angrily, wishing she could even chew the jar.

Master Kuchan held a can of wine, but was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he savored the mellow fragrance of wine. The compassion between his eyebrows and eyes was slightly dispersed by the fragrance of wine.

Qi Zhongdao leaned against the crooked tree, looking lonely. Looking at the brightly lit and lively Tiger Roar City, he just poured down one jar after another, and his black and dirty face gradually emitted a touch of red light, like an iron lump burning from the inside out, which was burning by the high temperature.

Li Yao took a drink slowly and looked at these invincible masters. They were all quite interesting, but the haze in his heart had dissipated a lot.

The five of them are all great masters who are close to or beyond the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. They are not likely to get drunk even if they are filled with a whole warehouse.

However, this Xiongxin, Leopard, and Tiger Bone Wine is a medicinal wine secretly made by Tiger Xiaotang, specially prepared for the three Nascent Souls of the Duan family. In addition to Xiongxin, Leopard, and Tiger Bone, it is also mixed with hundreds of wonderful treasures of heaven and earth, which can nourish and infuse the powerful soul of the Nascent Soul.

At a moment, dozens of jars of bear heart, leopard, and tiger bone wine were drunk by five people.

Among them, Li Yao and Master Kuchan drank the least, and almost shared a jar between them.

The other three people, like fighting for wine, fought for about ten jars.

Tie Shengqi's eyes were completely red after drinking. (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!