The wine shop, especially the one by the window, was full of people. People followed the progress on the ring and commented, marveled or regretted it. It was very lively.
A sigh made the onlookers turn around, only to see two people coming up the stairs.
One of them has a clean and leisurely temperament, like green bamboo in the mountains, handsome and elegant, and his smile is full of warmth, "It seems that there is no place for him anymore."
Seeing that teasing look, the other person felt guilty and quickly apologized, "You blame me, Mr. Cen, why don't you go to the third floor and take a look."
"Okay." Cen Xi did not expose the fact that this man was late for hooking up with beauties one after another on the road, so he diligently led the way.
This man has good looks and an upright demeanor. He is dressed in gloomy black clothes and gives off the air of a prodigal. Even his brows and eyes hide a huge amount of freedom and unruliness.
The third floor is the VIP area, there are a lot fewer people, but there are no seats, they are all occupied.
The green-bamboo person looked at her for a moment, and saw someone sitting in the seat with the best view. There was obviously room at her table, but the other onlookers were huddled together by the window and none of them went over to sit together.
Before his thoughts could turn around, the person next to him had already stepped forward carelessly, "Fellow Taoist, I think you are pleasing to the eye, so come and make friends."
Cen Xi laughed. He was about to drink, and he was not afraid of being beaten out with sticks. He stepped forward calmly and said, "If you don't mind, fellow Taoist, can we share a table?"
"sit."
The word "Feng Qingyun" seemed to bring people back to the scene of intelligent debate in Zhuangzi. Cen Xi didn't laugh at his own misunderstanding. It was really the temperament of the person sitting opposite him.
This person was described as ordinary and seemed ordinary at first glance, but just one word from her mouth gave people a different feeling. Cen Xi thought to herself that she had met many people with different temperaments, and her vision was quite sophisticated. She couldn't help but praise her as a gentleman, as gentle as jade, with a calm demeanor. Tsinghua University, there is neither floating nor dusk, the abyss is deep and the mountains are standing, holding beads in hand. Rare in this world.
When you meet such a person, you are bound to not be able to chat or say trivial nonsense. No wonder no one dares to come over to share a table.
Jiang Jinjiu loves wine the most, and he also loves making friends. He took out a pot of wine and made friends with wine, "I am going to Jinjiu, a wanderer from the end of the world. This cup does not respect your grace for allowing me to sit here, but I respect your white clothes as snow."
His eyes were clear and friendly, with a hint of innocence and naughtiness in his uprightness.
Cen Xi also picked up the wine glass, "I'm Cen Xi, San Ren, this glass of wine does not respect your beauty of snow and white clothes, but rather respects your majestic mountains and rivers under the bright moon."
Zhan Changfeng smiled, "Then I should toast myself."
Jiang Jin was enjoying the wine, "What are you toasting?"
"I wish I could meet the beautiful woman in my life."
As soon as he came and went, he knew that he was also an open-minded and noble person, and it was rare to meet someone who knew him well. Jiang Jinjiu and Cen Xi looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They could make this friend.
Jiang Jinjiu smiled and said, "Hey, there's something wrong with the beauty. We are both very tough."
Zhan Changfeng said, "This beautiful woman is not that beautiful woman. This is the eternal capital of the beautiful woman. She will rule the world and come back."
Cen Xi smiled and blamed Taijiang for not drinking well, and sang in his mouth, "Only when a beautiful woman is alone in her heart, she folds it like a pepper and takes care of herself."
"I really don't deserve the title of beauty."
Seeing this, Jiang Jinjiu hugged his head and said, "Why do I feel that my new friend is related to you, a scumbag? It makes my head hurt."
The two laughed, and Zhan Changfeng said, "I am famous for being Feng Zhan, so why not drink and talk freely."
"Okay, let's have a drink first."
Zhan Changfeng was young but knowledgeable, and Cen Xi was eloquent and eloquent. When they mixed the wine with many anecdotes, some kind of strange reaction occurred. They kept talking, and for a moment they forgot about the arena competition below. Until there was a loud sound that shocked everyone's eyes
At that time, Jian Su was guarding the ring, and Lin Han had already entered the next round. He took advantage of his free time to watch other people fight. During this period, he also saw the three Taoist boys he met at the gate of the city. Those three children were really small and lacked cultivation. , was quickly brushed off, but he was still excited, walking back and forth between several arenas, talking and laughing.
It was also at this time that Chao Lei met a young man.
The Xiaohui actually compares attitude, talent, and strength. It usually uses Defenders to brush off a group of people who are indiscriminate and make up for the number of capable newcomers.
After basically more than a dozen games, the defenders "lost" actively or passively. So with a glance from Chao Lei, almost all the defenders were down.
He could only say to the young man expressionlessly, "Ten moves, if you don't lose, you will win."
The young man didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, so he charged forward with his sword, but was defeated in three moves.
Shu Ran, who had just stepped off the ring, walked by lightly and said, "Such a big man can't even let go."
"" Chao Lei had nothing to say and stared at his senior sister silently. Suddenly, his sense of crisis became stronger and he looked at the crowd with sharp eyes.
A man walked out of the crowd, wearing white clothes and carrying a sword. His face was as cold as a dark rock on the cold bottom of the sea.
Shu Ran stopped, and Xiao Ruo, who was fighting with someone, also looked at her.
This man suddenly attracted the attention of the three new generations of the Hengsheng Sword Sect. This kind of attention was the attention of the swordsman to the swordsman.
The competition was still going on. Chao Lei met a challenger with solid skills. After giving up a few moves, he let him pass. He got off the ring and stood aside to watch with his senior brothers and sisters.
Shu Ran joked, "He's still staring at you."
"Why aren't I staring at you?" Chao Lei didn't look sideways and didn't look at the swordsman in white in the crowd.
As the day went by, the first day of the arena ended. The monks who were qualified to enter the second day of the competition were called into the Qingyuan Pavilion next to them to register. The spectators dispersed, and the disciples of the Hengsheng Sword Sect who were standing in the arena left.
But there was a man who went upstream and came to the disciples of the Hengsheng Sword Sect. He said, "I'm in Longsha, and I came here to ask for advice on the Maha Sword Technique."
"Huh? The Maha Sword Technique is Xiang Juesheng's unique skill. Is it left to the Hengsheng Sword Sect?"
"No way, I've never heard of it. What's going on?"
Chao Lei frowned, "Fellow Taoist, please don't lie. The Maha Sword Technique was created by Senior Xiang. It cannot be learned by anyone but his direct disciples. The Hengsheng Sword Sect does not have this honor."
Although Xiang Juesheng was born into the Xiang family, the original owner of the Hengsheng Sword Sect, he did not participate in the founding of the Sword Sect and did not leave behind his swordsmanship.
Long Sha said calmly, "Well, I want to teach you how to use the sword."
This guy just changed his ways to invite a fight, which made the disciples of the Hengsheng Sword Sect angry.
Shu Ran: "Fellow Taoist, I'm here to participate in the sea meeting. We can just wait until we have a battle. Why come here to look for trouble now?"
"I may not meet you at the meeting."
Chao Lei was irritated by his thorny tone and said with a smile, "What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true. You might have been eliminated halfway."
Needless to say, the two rushed to the ring, holding the hilts of their swords, and with one breath, the swords were unsheathed!
Long Sha was cold and hard, but his sword was extremely hot. As the blade was pulled out inch by inch, it seemed as if a stream of hot magma was drawn out, and even the air was distorted.
Chao Lei was also extremely serious, watching him rise with his sword drawn, the thunder dragon roaring, dominating the world.
Under the collision and impact of the magma flow and the thunder dragon, the huge and cold air flow stirred up layer by layer, and the flames and thunder pierced people's eyes.
The surrounding spectators who had no time to leave quickly ran for their lives to avoid the disaster. The referee turned back and hurriedly set up a more powerful barrier to suppress the aftermath of the battle. "These young people, how many times have I warned you not to do anything in private!"
One sword after another, the dust finally dispersed, and on the ruins of the flattened arena, two people stood facing each other, one with his sword sheathed, the other with his sword in hand, seemingly unable to tell the winner or loser.
"We'll fight again at the meeting." Long Sha said that and left.
Chao Lei noticed the attention of the conference supervisors and put away his sword, "He does have some strength."
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