Ye Zhenfeng said: "Old senior, can drinking this Immortal Ji Wine improve the martial spirit?"
The master of Xianji Pavilion nodded and said: "That's right, so it's good for you little friends. It doesn't hurt to drink more! It doesn't hurt to drink more!"
Everyone was very happy and drank heavily. After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little drunk.
Although the master of the Xianji Pavilion lived for more than nine hundred and ninety years, unfortunately his ability to drink was not very good, and he quickly became drunk and his face turned red.
He reached out and patted Ye Zhenfeng's shoulder, laughing and saying: "Ye...Brother Ye, since you are Nangong Qi's apprentice...apprentice...your master took away an artifact from my treasure pavilion. . No... why don't we also have a test of martial arts? If I lose, I will allow you... to take an artifact from the treasure pavilion like your master. Haha! What do you think? "
Ye Zhenfeng was overjoyed, but then he thought, I'm afraid there's no chance for me. All eight of my meridians are damaged and I can't use my martial spirit at all. How can I compete with him?
Then he said honestly: "I'm afraid that I don't have this blessing. All the eight meridians in my body are damaged. I came here because I wanted to go to Iceland to find the fairy grass that can heal the eight meridians. If I can't use the martial spirit, how can I compete with the seniors? "
The master of Xianji Pavilion said with great disdain: "Oh, don't... don't say that you can't use the martial spirit. Even if you can use it, the martial spirit in your body can't be compared to me. I am competing with your master. I don’t use Wuhunling... I won’t use Wuhunling to compete with you. Naturally, I won’t use Wuhunling. You...you can rest assured!"
Luo Xuehan said: "Master Ye, your swordsmanship is superb, I think you might as well give it a try!"
Liu Woming hurriedly reminded him, "Wait a minute, if Ye Zhenfeng loses, what will you do?"
The master of Xianji Pavilion thought for a while, rolled his eyes, then covered his mouth and said with a bad smile: "It's the same as your master's bet, if you lose the bet, you will take off your clothes... Hahaha!"
"ah?!"
Everyone was shocked. Zhuo Qi was so frightened that he looked at Ye Zhenfeng and said, "You...your master, you dared to make such a bet with him back then!"
Liu Woming smiled and said: "Dean Nangong still lives a lively and unrestrained life, not sticking to trivial matters! Hahaha!"
Ye Zhenfeng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, thinking that it was a good thing that his master did not lose to this old pervert back then! But then I thought about it, even if the master lost back then, there was no one here anyway, so he just took off his clothes. But there were not only many people here, but also many women. How could he accept such a bizarre bet?
He shook his head quickly and said: "Senior, I am not interested in the artifacts in your treasure pavilion. I don't want to participate in this bet!"
The master of Xianji Pavilion clapped his hands and said: "I'm scared! You... coward! Ye... Ye Zhenfeng, Nan... Gongqi... how could I teach a coward like you to a disciple?"
After saying that, he burped again, the sky turned red, he was swaying, and he seemed to be unable to stand still.
On the side, Liu Wo ordered Ye Zhenfeng to bring him over and whispered to him: "Brother Ye, this old guy is drunk. If you compete with him, you might have a chance to defeat him. I don't know if there is a treasure in this Xianji Pavilion." How many, if you just pick one out, you can play with the entire martial arts world, why not do it?"
Zhuo Qi was also three points drunk at this moment, her face was red, she put her arms around his shoulders, and whispered to him: "Bad boy, you... if you lose, at most we all turn our backs and don't look at it. Okay. Haha! The look of your bare butt makes me
It's not that I haven't seen it before...hahaha! "
Ye Zhenfeng's face turned red, and he suddenly remembered the tragedy in Hualongchi. He quickly covered Zhuo Qi's mouth and shouted, "You are not allowed to say anything again!"
Luo Xuehan looked at Ye Zhenfeng and remembered the bet proposed by the master of Xianji Pavilion. She couldn't help but blush, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
"One Sword Dominates"
Seeing that Ye Zhenfeng was still coy and unwilling to agree, Liu Woming volunteered and said, "Old senior, this kid doesn't dare to accept the bet, so why don't you just let me do it?"
Everyone couldn't help laughing and almost lost their breath.
The master of Xianji Pavilion said with drunken eyes, "You...are you Nangong Qi's disciple?"
Liu Wo Ming shook his head.
The master of the Xianji Pavilion said again: "I...I asked him...his apprentice to compete in martial arts, then...it was just to gain some bad breath!"
It seems that the master of Xianji Pavilion not only lives a long life, but also has a great ability to hold grudges. Who said he has only met one Nangong Qi in recent years? He kind of fucked him.
Ye Zhenfeng smiled bitterly, thinking that only the apprentice could repay the debt owed by the master. After all, he was also benefiting from the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow. Let's compare, and then said: "Okay, in that case, then The juniors are bold enough to ask the seniors for advice."
When the master of the Xianji Pavilion heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, his red face suddenly showed a bright look, and said: "Okay, Brother Ye, it's... it's really refreshing. If that's the case, let's have a good competition! "
The two came to the competition stage, and both sides drew their swords.
The master of the Xianji Pavilion walked crookedly, shaking his body and said: "Brother Ye, don't worry...I said you don't need Wuhunling, so...I won't use it."
Ye Zhenfeng smiled and said: "Old senior, you are drunk now. Do you want to rest for a while before competing?"
The master of the Xianji Pavilion immediately shook his head, waved his sword and said: "This swordsmanship of mine... is called a drunkard who doesn't care about the wine. The drunker you get... the better!"
When Liu Wo Ming heard this, he couldn't help but worry secretly in his heart, and said: "Oh, we fell into this old guy's trap. We thought we could take advantage of him when he was drunk. It turned out that he deliberately made himself drunk. Sure enough, It’s a drunkard who doesn’t care about drinking!”
Ye Zhenfeng smiled slightly and said: "Old senior, this junior's Kung Fu is called a Pillow of Happy Dreams of Spring and Autumn. It suits your style of being a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. Take it!"
A master's move is extremely fast. Before the enemy moves, I move first. When the enemy is about to move, I have already moved. Ye Zhenfeng had already made his move at this moment, taking the lead.
Ye Zhenfeng's "One Pillow of Happy Dreams of Spring and Autumn" was passed down by Zhen Qianqiu. It is a set of quick exercises, and it does not require any martial arts spirit. He has been practicing for these years, and he is naturally much better than before.
The master of Xianji Pavilion flew up like a white crane with its wings spread out, the shadow of the sword in his hand drifting, his figure flickering in and out, and countless phantoms appeared in an instant. Those shadows were like big white fish swimming around Ye Zhenfeng.
However, Ye Zhenfeng's moves are also quite weird. They are like a dream. The sword edge is like a leaf, and the sword shadow is like a butterfly. It is illusory and weird.
After a few rounds, Ye Zhenfeng had already opened the sword in the hand of the master of the Xianji Pavilion with a sword. He was shocked all over and was mostly awake from the wine.
Hearing the sound of the sword clanging to the ground, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Ye, I've given up. I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so powerful! You are really better than your master!"
Ye Zhenfeng quickly held his sword and saluted. He knew that the master of the Xianji Pavilion had lost to Nangong Qi in a bet before, so he wanted to compete with him. However, the skills he used were not what Nangong Qi taught him, and he was actually a bit better. Without force.
But he couldn't tell what happened to Zhen Qianqiu. After all, the master had repeatedly told him that the common man was not guilty but that he was guilty of having a jade in his possession. He also didn't want the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow to cause death for himself, nor did he want the world to be in trouble again over the fight for the Xuanyou Immortal Pillow.
The master of Xianji Pavilion waved his white sleeves, opened the seal of the Treasure Pavilion, and said: "Brother Ye, you can enter the Treasure Pavilion and choose an artifact."
Ye Zhenfeng said: "The junior is not talented, but is slightly better than the senior. In fact, he has no intention to win people's favor. This matter can be dropped."
The master of Xianji Pavilion stamped his feet and said anxiously: "What should we do? Since I lost the bet, I am naturally willing to admit defeat. How can I be the kind of villain who goes back on his words? If you don't go in and pick out one thing, I will follow you Anxious!"
Luo Xuehan said quickly: "Master Ye, I think you should go in and choose an artifact. Such an opportunity is really rare."
Liu Woming said enviously: "Master Ye, this is a great thing. There must be all kinds of artifacts in this treasure pavilion. If you pick any one, it will be great!"
Zhuo Qi joked: "I'm afraid some people will feel distressed, hahaha!"
The master of Xianji Pavilion waved his hand and said: "Brother Ye, go ahead and pick it out boldly. Anyway... your master has taken away the most valuable ones anyway. There is nothing in it that I wouldn't want to part with! Alas..."
Ye Zhenfeng smiled slightly and flew into the Treasure Pavilion. The treasure pavilion was indeed glittering with jewels and a dazzling array of magical weapons. Ye Zhenfeng was dazzled by it. Everything he could think of was here, and there were also things he couldn't think of. He really didn't know what to do. What to choose.
As he walked and watched, he thought to himself, the master of the Xianji Pavilion is quite grudge-y. The master took away an artifact from him, and he has been holding a grudge for so many years. If I hadn't happened to take away another incredible artifact, , wouldn’t he also hold grudge against me for many years?
As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take away what others love. Back then, Master never thought of taking the best. How could I be greedy? Just pick something relatively common at random, so that you can accept the bet and not make the old man too sad.
Suddenly, he saw a sparkling red fragment and couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "The Soul of the Ten Gods?! I never expected that a fragment of the Soul of the Ten Gods could be found in this inaccessible place."
He held the Soul of the Ten Gods in his hand and thought, it's great, take it back to Ziyue, she will be very happy. During this period of time, she has collected many fragments. It is just around the corner to repeat the Soul of the Ten Gods, and every fragment is indispensable.
Ye Zhenfeng took the fragments of the souls of the ten gods and jumped out of the treasure pavilion. When everyone saw him flying out like a big black bird, they immediately surrounded him, wanting to see what artifact he took out.
Liu Wo Ming asked: "Mr. Ye, what good thing did you bring? Take it out and show it to us!"
Ye Zhenfeng smiled slightly and opened his palm, only to see a sparkling red fragment in his palm.
Yue Xuan said in confusion: "Master Ye, this... what kind of divine weapon is this?"
Zhuo Qi slapped him on the back of the head and said, "You stupid boy, why did you just pick up a small piece and take it? Even if you don't know the magic weapon, you should pick up the big one!"
