Opening confession to the beautiful master

In the fireworks building, Qian Fugui leaned over to the drunkard and said attentively: "Senior, can you let me see the legendary Zhuge Divine Crossbow?"

"No! No way! Don't even think about it!"

The drunkard arrogantly refused three times, not giving Qian Fugui any room for negotiation.

"Senior... can't you let me learn more?"

Qian Fugui's heart was itching, and he kept begging.

The drunkard simply turned his head away and ignored Qian Fugui at all. No matter what promises he made, he didn't say a word, and his attitude of rejection was very clear.

"Okay, okay, I won't watch it anymore, but I'm curious why the old blacksmith, who was stubborn, didn't agree to sell the Zhuge Divine Crossbow to me no matter what conditions I offered, but now he gives it to you without a penny?"

Qian Fugui saw that he had no chance to watch the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, so he had to divert his curiosity.

"How can you, the younger generation, understand the relationship between him and me?"

Speaking of this, Jiu Fengzi had a lot more to say, and his eyes were obviously more proud and complacent.

"But I also saw you when you came to Mortal City last time, why didn't I know that you had such a deep relationship with the blacksmith?"

Qian Fugui was even more puzzled. He thought he knew Jiu Fengzi better, but now it seems that he was wishful thinking.

"How old were you at that time? What can you understand?"

Jiu Fengzi sneered.

Then he ignored Qian Fugui, but looked at Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling, and said with a serious look: "You shouldn't offend the Poison King, he is very difficult to deal with."

"How did you know the news about the old monster? Is he really dead?"

Although Jiu Fengzi has not been seen these days, he is very familiar with the things around Zhang Yi and others. This is also one of his methods.

"Master, let's talk about the seven evil men first?"

Zhang Yi did not choose to answer, but asked instead.

Princess Zi Ling also quickly followed up and said, "Yes, yes, we are more curious about the seven evil men than other things."

The drunkard looked at him meaningfully, knowing that his apprentice must be hiding something from him, but since Zhang Yi didn't want to say it, he wouldn't force him to ask.

"Jiu'er said before that the seven evil men correspond to the seven evil thoughts of people, gluttony, greed, laziness, desire, arrogance, jealousy, and rage. Their methods are also closely related to their names. Rage can make people lose their reason, greed can make people lost, laziness can make people lose the desire to fight, and arrogance can make people underestimate the enemy..."

The drunkard explained the characteristics and methods of the seven evil men to them seriously.

Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling nodded solemnly. Just hearing the methods of the seven evil men made people's scalps numb. "If the abilities of the seven evil men are all superimposed on one body, can they win?"

"Why do you think so few people have been able to leave Mortal City for so many years?"

"But I fought with the Poison King many years ago. With his strength, it is not a problem to leave Mortal City."

As someone who has walked out of Mortal City, Jiu Fengzi naturally has a say in this regard.

"Then with my and my junior sister's current strength, can we leave Mortal City?"

Zhang Yi asked tentatively.

Jiu Fengzi shook his head calmly and said, "Not enough, you still need experience."

"I will find a way to make the Poison King leave Mortal City in the near future. You will watch carefully at that time. The methods of the seven evil men are too weird. It is useless to just talk about it. You still need to witness it with your own eyes."

Jiu Fengzi said earnestly.

"You two guys are really a pain in the ass. When my master and my master came here, there weren't so many things."

Speaking of this, the drunkard knocked on the heads of the two people, looking like he was disappointed with them.

"Okay, you've been busy all day. There's still a battle tomorrow. Go and rest."

The drunkard waved his hand and drank the fireworks on the table by himself, and ordered Zhang Yi and the others to leave.

"Drink less!"

Zhang Yi and Princess Zi Ling gave some instructions and went back to the room to rest.

Everything was the same as before the next morning, but there was a drunkard on the golden sedan chair now. Perhaps because he drank too much last night, he now had a faint smell of alcohol on his body, just like when Zhang Yi first met him. The only change might be that his eyes were much clearer than before.

When they arrived at the martial arts field, it was still as lively as before. It seemed that the death of Er Niang had not brought any impact to the martial arts field, and no one would care.

Now, except for the martial arts arena, everything else in the West Village is under the control of the Poison King, so he also came to the martial arts arena early, waiting for Zhang Yi and the others to arrive. But when he saw the drunkard walking beside Zhang Yi, he suddenly became uneasy, stood up and walked over, his eyes were extremely complicated, and there seemed to be a hint of fear.

"Didn't you leave Mortal City? Why are you back?"

He saw the drunkard leave with his own eyes, and most people would not come back after leaving Mortal City. Few people would visit Mortal City many times. After all, Mortal Orders were not so easy to get.

"A defeated general, you care about me?"

The drunkard snorted coldly and said arrogantly.

The Poison King did not get angry, but took a deep breath and continued to ask: "What is their relationship with you?"

"Didn't anyone tell you? They are my disciples!"

"Little poisonous insect, you dare to provoke my disciples while I'm away, are you tired of living?"

The drunkard stretched out his hand and slapped the Poison King's face. The sound of slaps resounded, and everyone's eyes were focused on the drunkard.

"Master's mortal body is also immune to all poisons?"

Zhang Yi was a little surprised at first, but thinking of the drunkard's amazing fighting power, he felt relieved.

What surprised Zhang Yi even more was the reaction of the Poison King. He just stood there and let the drunkard slap him. He just clenched his fists, his body kept shaking, and his eyes stared at the drunkard fiercely. He looked so forbearing, but he didn't take action for a long time, or he didn't dare to take action.

How much psychological shadow did the drunkard leave on the Poison King back then, and he actually made the Poison King, who was always arrogant, so afraid after more than 30 years?

"What? You still want to take action? Little poisonous insect!"

Seeing the reaction of the Poison King, the drunkard sneered, and the strength of his hands increased a little bit, and his words were full of provocation.

"Drunkard! Enough!"

The Poison King stepped aside. If it weren't for the upcoming battle against the Seven Evils, how could he have endured this?

"Little poisonous insect! I'll give you one day. If you haven't left Mortal City today, I'll go to the South Village and kill you. Do you believe it?"

The drunkard's face turned cold, and his aura suddenly became extremely sharp. He threatened in an icy voice.