Xian Ao

With the help of the wine, everyone started talking. As the wine helped, everyone immediately became closer. The big man who looked like a butcher, named Zuo Daoling, came to Yu Zecheng's side and started drinking with him while talking.

It was enough not to chat. During this chat, Yu Zecheng and him felt sympathetic towards each other. This guy was really a butcher of pigs before he cultivated immortality. A white knife went in and a red knife came out. I don’t know how he embarked on this path of cultivating immortals. It’s really a worldly thing. Unpredictable.

Zhengyi was a dog-slaughterer, and Yu Zecheng was just a chef and a gangster. They both came from the city, and they suddenly had countless things in common. The more they looked at each other, the more they liked each other, and they immediately started drinking happily.

In addition to Bai Su, Zuo Daoling, and Jiang Shaozhi, this Sky Splitting Sword Sect also has a woman named Gu Pan'er. She is a very ordinary girl. She has the power of the Three Splitting Sky Sword Sect, but compared with the other three , that is the most ordinary girl.

Everyone exchanged glasses and drank happily. A Jindan master from the Sky Splitting Sword Sect at another table tasted the wine and said:

"This wine seems to be a variant of the Immortal Wine Paradise. Except that the wine burns like fire and cannot be dispelled, but it still has the flavor of the Immortal Wine Paradise in its bones."

Master Daohen turned to Yu Zecheng and said:

"Zecheng, is this your newly developed fairy wine?"

Yu Zecheng replied:

"Yes, Uncle Master. It's fate. This time I found some raw materials to make this wine. You are the first batch to taste it."

Dao Hen said:

"Well done, everyone, let's drink. In the future, one kilogram of this wine will sell for fifty mid-level spiritual stones. It is different from the immortal wine, Paradise. It has the magical effect of drunken immortals. It is several times better than the absinthe. The price must be It’s going to be twice as high.”

Master Daohen turned to the two Master Jindan and said:

"Yu Zecheng is a rising star of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect. He is the best at making fairy wine. He invented the fairy wine Paradise, which is unparalleled in the world."

Dao Hen's words were meant to brag for Yu Zecheng and revive his energy that had been suppressed when they met, and immediately made the two real people marvel.

This secret is actually not much of a secret. Everyone in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect knows it. The two real people opposite praised it for a few words, which was just a few words of praise. In their hearts, no matter how powerful the wine maker is, he is just a pawn. However, it is not worth mentioning that their standard for measuring talents is only the sword.

After a while, the drunkenness came up, and everyone started to drink. Yu Zecheng, Zuo Daoling and others began to compete with each other with fists. In fact, the drunkenness could be completely dispelled as long as they used their mental skills, but none of them could Won't do that.

Once the smell of alcohol spreads, it will be completely obvious to others, and then it will be embarrassing. Secondly, it is extremely rare for this god to get drunk, so why not enjoy this kind of happiness.

When Yu Zecheng could not reach the realm of fetal breath, in the circus, the drug mandala among mortals had no effect on him at all. Every time he advanced to the realm of immortality, his body was a perfect evolution. What you gain must be what you lose. For cultivators like them, ordinary spirits have no reaction to their bodies like white water.

Zuo Daoling was no match for Yu Zecheng in boxing. He lost five rounds in a row. Jiang Shaozhi, who was watching the excitement, couldn't see it and came to help. He also lost five rounds in a row and was pushed by Bai Su. to the side.

Bai Su started to punch with Yu Zecheng. At this time, she showed her sharpness and refused to give in to Yu Zecheng. Suddenly, Yu Zecheng lost three rounds in a row, and it was time for the fourth round.

Yu Zecheng frowned and stood up instantly. Yu Zecheng's current Sea, Sky and Sky Sword Technique senses the range of 5,000 meters every thirty breaths, and the range of 50,000 meters every three hundred breaths. This is what Yu Zecheng did deliberately, in order to continuously master his sword skills and turn them into his own instinct.

This time, I suddenly sensed that there was a group of immortal cultivators in the distance, coming with swords. Among them, there was an impressive figure, but he was in a very bad condition, his breath was disordered, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

Yu Zecheng stood up and sensed it again. Sure enough, it was Ying Aogu. At this time, Master Dao Hen stood up with a sound of surprise. Then the other two Master Jindan from the Sky Splitting Sword Sect all stood up. They The smell of alcohol spreads from his body and begins to dissipate the alcoholic nature of the Drunken Immortal. They also noticed something was wrong.

Yu Zecheng also began to dispel the alcohol, and suddenly everyone was like this. Although these foundation-building disciples didn't know what happened, they knew that something must have happened.

Master Dao Hen soared into the sky fiercely, rushed out of the hall in an instant, and went straight towards those people. One of the six people who came with him died. If another one died, Master Dao Hen would be completely embarrassed.

During the flight, a murderous aura filled the sky and the earth, and Master Dao Hen was really angry.

At this time, the other party was less than a few miles away. Only then did the Foundation Establishment disciples present realize the problem. Several of them turned their eyes to Yu Zecheng intentionally or unintentionally. He could actually sense the other party before Jindan Master, and immediately caused Attention from those who care.

After a while, Master Daohen flew back, holding Ying Aogu in his arms. Ying Aogu was seriously injured, his blood and energy collapsed, his consciousness disappeared, and he had no consciousness at all. He didn't know what happened.

Master Dao Hen carried him in, put him on the table and began to treat him. He pointed a finger with his right hand and a sword energy was generated, turning into a small purple sword. He held it with his left index finger and thumb in a crane's mouth position, and pointed it with the tip of his index finger. The center of Ying's proud eyebrows, Baihui, the three-point dragon's aperture on the tip of the ear, click continuously.

Then with one finger, the small sword suddenly penetrated Ying Aogu's Zenith point. This is the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's Purple Heart Soul-Reviving Sword, which can revive even a newly dead person for a moment.

But the small sword pierced Ying Aogu's forehead, but Ying Aogu still didn't move. Master Dao Hen sighed softly, formed a sword formula with his hands, palms down, and took Ying Aogu's temples with both hands.

Master Daohen touched it with his yin hand, and immediately turned his palm up into a yang hand, one yin and one yang, alternating. When he turned it to the twelfth time, Ying Aogu's body moved and twitched.

Master Dao Hen finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out a purple-red elixir from his body, and slowly gave it to Ying Aogu, but Ying Aogu only swallowed the elixir into his throat. Because the throat muscles are stiff, although the medicine enters the throat, it does not reach the abdomen.

Master Dao Hen once again used the Purple Heart Soul Resurrection Sword and injected it into Ying Aogu's shoulders, Quepen and Yufu points, as well as the Yangguan and Mingmen points on the tail spine. Immediately, the elixir entered his belly and began to decompose. Medicinal properties.

The injuries on Ying Aogu's body began to improve rapidly, and the broken wounds began to heal directly, and everyone suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Master Dao Hen turned back to the immortal cultivator who came here with Ying Aogu and said:

"Thank you to the fellow Taoists of Jie Yu Sect and Xu Miaomiao Sect. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, will remember this favor."

At this time, Yu Zecheng turned his attention to those people. There were thirteen people in total, five of them were Golden Core Masters, and the remaining eight were all Foundation Establishment disciples, among whom fellow countryman Lei Wanjun was also among them. , at this time, he no longer looked as chic as before, his brows were furrowed, as if he was in an extremely depressed mood.

Among these five Jindan Daoists, four are from the Fenxiang Jieyu Sect. The leader among them said:

"We found our nephew six hundred miles away. He fell into a coma when he saw us and only told us where we were."

Master Dao Hen said:

"Six hundred miles away, it's hateful. Aogu must have discovered something and killed people to silence him. That's why it happened. But why can't Aogu use his spiritual consciousness to wake up? I can sense it immediately within three thousand miles. It seems that this enemy can be sealed. Regarding the sects with spiritual consciousness, I think there are several sects in Luzhou mainland that have this mentality.

By the way, Fairy Baihua, your sect is very good at going out in such a big way, and it is full of evil spirits. Is there something wrong? "

The Baihua Fairy who took the lead said:

"Yes, the sacred flowers of Jinlian Zhenren and her disciple Ziwei in our sect all withered and they were killed by others. We traced it to a valley three thousand roads away and found that their auras dissipated there. Moreover, Mu Siyi from our sect also disappeared at the same time, so I went out to look for her.

We and our Taoist friends from the Wu Miaomiao Sect are in charge of this area, and the headmasters are in charge of other areas. No matter what, we have to see people alive and see their corpses dead. "

Master Dao Hen said:

"Your sect has also encountered this misfortune. My disciple Zhang Zifan was killed here a few months ago. As long as you have any use for us, just send Feihe a message and I, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, will do our best to help you."

Baihua Fairy immediately bowed and said:

"Thank you very much. On behalf of the Fenfang Jieyu Sect, I would like to thank the Xuanyuan Sword Sect for their great help. If anything happens, our sect will also do its best to help."

These Jindan Masters were talking there, and Yu Zecheng snickered inwardly. None of them imagined that the real murderer was right in front of them, but even if they admitted it, no one would believe that they could kill Jindan Masters.

Lei Wanjun looked confused, and Mu Siyi's disappearance was a huge blow to him. It seemed that there was an unspeakable love affair between the two.

Yu Zecheng walked over, gently patted Lei Wanjun on the shoulder, and said:

"Fellow, you..."

Lei Wanjun was completely distracted. When Yu Zecheng slapped him like this, he suddenly became excited, glared at Yu Zecheng and shouted:

"Did you do it?"

When Yu Zecheng drank from him, he felt guilty and took a step back in fright.

Lei Wanjun came back to his senses and said:

"Yu Zecheng? You are here too. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was distracted."

Lei Wanjun looked confused, and noticed from a distance that among the Jindan masters here, a Fenfang Jieyumen master said:

"Well, at the beginning of this year, Mu Siyi and Wan Jun had just made an engagement, and they got married three years later, and this happened..."

"It's such a pity. Yesterday, all the troops were crying. What a love-struck man..."

Even though they were all Jindan Zhenren, women still retained their gossipy nature. They immediately started talking, and everyone heard it, and couldn't help but cast countless sympathetic eyes on Lei Wanjun.

Lei Wanjun frowned and immediately left the place. This look was unbearable. He walked to the center of the courtyard and looked at the blue sky. He couldn't help shouting at the sky:

"Siyi, where are you, ah, ah, ah..."

Little did he know that the person he loved was by his side, but his heart had changed. Yu Zecheng looked at Lei Wanjun in the distance with a trace of pity on his face. It was just pity. How could I let others comment on my path, and how could it be changed by others!

He stood with his hands behind his back and smiled proudly, forming a sharp contrast with the man in front of him who was too sad to control himself.