Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

The heroic voice echoed. Although it was not loud, it was deeply engraved in Qin Ye's mind.

Qin Ye looked slightly stunned, looking at Li Bai blankly. Looking at Li Bai's firm eyes, he felt as if his heart was stabbed by a sword.

After all, he is still a few teenagers under the age of twenty. As for the old monster's mind like a demon, the selfless dedication of the sage...

After all, it's still unlikely.

Everyone will be confused and helpless, but this is just a process, not an end. We just need to be ourselves, and our true selves, time will give the answer...

The haze dissipated, the moon was no longer strange, revealing a white and quiet light, quietly spreading down, and the wind was no longer harsh, gently caressing the clothes of several people.

Qin Ye smiled calmly.

At this moment, he truly understood and got to know Li Taibai, the man who had been praised by the world for thousands of years.

And he himself is a poem, a sword, and a horizon. In front of him, all poems and songs become eclipsed...

Not far away, Cheng Yong did not step forward knowingly, with a faint smile on his lips.

But Zhao Wenlong didn't know that much. He stepped forward and said with a big smile, "You must be Li Bai, the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty. My name is Zhao Wenlong."

"I loved you when I was a child, especially those poems you wrote." Then he began to recite affectionately, "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I guess it is frost on the ground...and there is also the dawn of spring sleep, How many flowers have fallen..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how well written it is."

After that, he hugged Qin Ye and said with hope, "You think so, little Qin."

Qin Ye had a strange look on his face. He was probably a fake fan. Not to mention whether it was written by Li Bai or not, the last two sentences just didn't match up...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Li Bai beside him, a little at a loss. However, Li Bai seemed not to notice, laughed twice, and immediately raised the gourd to drink, showing his free and easy look.

I didn't care, so Qin Ye naturally didn't say anything and just nodded in agreement.

Yes, yes, everything you said is right...

"hey-hey."

Zhao Wenlong's face looked even more satisfied.

Hum, Lao Feng, Lao Feng, the Poet Immortal didn’t say anything. If you say that I have no taste again in the future, I will be in a hurry with you!

After chatting awkwardly with Li Bai for a few more words, Zhao Wenlong then changed his target, looked at Qin Ye, and smiled meaningfully. Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something, and quickly looked around as if to guard against thieves. There weren't many people waiting around, so I felt relieved.

He leaned down to Qin Ye's ear and asked in a low voice full of curiosity, "Boy Qin, tell me, who are you?"

Qin Ye:? ? ?

What the hell, when did I get an uncle?

"Ahem, that's it..."

Seeing that Qin Ye was not wearing the condom, Zhao Wenlong had a flash of light in his palms and raised his eyebrows vigorously.

The hint should not be too obvious. If Qin Ye still doesn't understand, then he can donate his brain.

Qin Ye laughed twice and was about to put it off when a terrifying pressure suddenly swept over him, overwhelming him.

Qin Ye was shocked. He felt as if a huge mountain was pressing on his chest, and his breathing stopped unconsciously. However, this oppressive feeling only stayed for a moment, and then disappeared suddenly.

"Later stage of Holy Star..."

Zhao Wenlong said with a heavy expression. Then, he looked at the people around him who were still cleaning the battlefield, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, retreat immediately, quickly!"

This level of battle is simply not something that the Candlelight Realm can participate in. What's more, everyone now has no strength to fight anymore...

"You and that little fat guy should leave quickly."

Zhao Wenlong said without turning his head, and his tone revealed that there was no doubt that their battlefield was in the future, not now...

Having said that, Zhao Wenlong stepped out in one step. A faint stream of light appeared on his burly body, and a terrifying aura swept across him. He was the peak of the Saint Star.

The wind hissed and dark clouds rose again.

In the darkness, a figure stood in the distance, wearing a black armor general's robe and a long sword close to his body. Under the dark moonlight, a pair of ghostly lights flickering appeared, which looked particularly strange.

"Hmph! His grandma's beating of the young one and the old one is endless, isn't it?" Zhao Wenlong laughed angrily, the brown light on the edge of his fist shining brightly.

The man just didn't say anything, and slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, wrapped in black energy, and pointed the sword's edge directly at Zhao Wenlong.

"Haha, let's just start fighting, that's exactly what I want!"

Zhao Wenlong snorted coldly, his muscles all over his body swelled, and he only heard a bang. He stepped out of the air and shot out, rushing to the man's side like a meteorite. He raised his fists to gather strength, and a terrifying aura emerged.

"I don't like villains who talk too much nonsense!"

With a loud shout, he punched out his giant fist.

"boom!"

With the force of the sky collapsing, a wave of air visible to the naked eye swept across, causing the void to tremble and the heaven and earth to wail.

Qin Ye's heart trembled. This punch, not to mention a solid blow, was just a scrape, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

After the aftermath dispersed, everyone looked up, but the next second, everyone was shocked.

I saw Zhao Wenlong and Zhao Wenlong facing each other in the void, and the fist as big as a sandbag hit the sword firmly. The man only took a few steps back and was not injured at all.

The next moment, a sinister aura swept through him, and everyone saw clearly the state of that person.

The late stage of Saint Star is at the epic level, but it seems that the epic level has just been broken through.

"call--"

Qin Ye's tense heartstrings relaxed a little. Although the innate epic and the acquired epic are both epics, the former is more or less stronger than the latter.

After absorbing the soul's origin, one's own origin will become complex. The more one absorbs, the deeper the influence will be, and the most intuitive manifestation is in strength.

After the punch, when he saw that the opponent was not injured, Zhao Wenlong narrowed his eyes and became excited, "Is this someone who can fight..."

Immediately, he stopped talking and launched an even more fierce attack towards the opponent. Suddenly, loud noises rose up one after another, echoing in the void.

On another battlefield, Tang General Shi Xiong also encountered a powerful enemy. He Wannian of the Tang Dynasty, an epic late Saint Star, was faintly stronger than the person Zhao Wenlong met.

Below, Chu Weiyu frowned and her face was extremely heavy. However, at this moment, a familiar aura slowly rose from the depths of the ruins.

"Jie Jie Jie, General Hua Mulan, we meet again..."

The sound of jie sounded, and a black figure quietly emerged, waving an iron fan, long hair floating, half-covering his face, and his sinister temperament was clearly visible.

"It's you!"

Chu Weiyu exclaimed in surprise. The long-haired evil spirit who had ambushed them with Fu Jie had already reached the late stage of Candlelight.

"I should have killed you directly in the first place!"

Chu Weiyu said angrily, and couldn't help but hold the sword in her hand a little tighter...