Su Zimo continued to move forward.
Not long after, a stone statue appeared in front of him.
This stone statue is leaning against a bluestone, with a lazy expression and a slovenly look. It has a half-open mind, drunken eyes and a wine jar in its left hand, which is lifelike.
There are a few lines of words written on the side of the stone statue.
"I'm... a drunk student, and I'll enjoy drinking all my life. You practice for longevity, and I do it for the sake of being able to drink for a few more years... Hahahaha!"
"Whatever the vision list, what... the Dharma Appearance List, are not as good as good wine! The so-called long practice, talking and laughing, is not worth the drunkenness in life!"
Just a few words, in Su Zimo's eyes, this drunken master seemed to be alive, wild and uninhibited, drunken and dreamy.
When he left these words, the great master seemed to be still drinking heavily, his handwriting was sloppy and disorganized, and he was already drunk.
This great master cultivated to the state of integration in order to drink for a few more years, so he was considered an alternative.
"I heard that this master of drunkenness was extremely famous in the world of cultivation."
"It doesn't matter that he didn't mention some of his glory, but this senior was once ranked tenth on the Vision List and ninth on the Dharma Appearance List. His combat power is amazing!"
Many monks were discussing in low voices.
This great master of Zuisheng is obviously much more powerful than the great master of Chifeng just now.
Around this stone statue, there are more monks gathered, dozens of them, and there are still monks coming towards this place not far away.
"I wish to live forever..."
"I also want to seek immortality in this life. Like my predecessors, I also like to drink..."
Many monks were shouting loudly around the stone statue, and they had various Taoist aspirations. Most of them were seeking the road to immortality.
However, this stone statue remained motionless.
At this moment, a monk squeezed in from the crowd, came to the stone statue, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, opened the mud seal, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
"Senior, I've come to see you with some good wine."
As the man spoke, he poured all the wine into the wine jar in the hand of the stone statue.
call!
The entire stone statue suddenly moved, and a stream of alcoholic breath burst out from its slightly opened mouth, shooting straight into the sky and covering this man.
In the blink of an eye, this person disappeared.
"I'll go, is that okay?"
"Senior Zuisheng is too hasty!"
"Oh, why didn't I expect that there is such a thing!"
Some monks were stunned, some sighed, and some regretted.
Su Zimo laughed dumbly.
This senior Zuisheng is really a free and easy-going person.
"Look at that monk in green shirt, could he be the evildoer Su Zimo who has become very famous recently?" In the crowd, a Taoist priest said mysteriously, pointing at Su Zimo.
"I heard that Su Zimo has a terrifying physical body and is invincible in close combat. He must be tall and strong. This man looks pretty and has a thin body. Could it be him?"
"Don't be so surprised. There are so many people wearing green shirts. Who else can you meet that is Su Zimo?"
"Haha, I just said it casually. It's not such a coincidence. I think I scared you."
At first the monk laughed.
When Su Zimo first entered Zhongzhou, the only time he really showed up was at the Qianhe Tea Party.
But at the Qianhe Tea Party, almost all of them were Nascent Soul Lord, the Taoist Master of the Cultivation World, and not many people had seen Su Zimo.
"Go and take a look, there's a fight over there!"
"Where? Who is following whom?"
"The Wind Sword inheritance guarded by the Sword Sect was broken into by another sword cultivator, and the two sides fought!"
"Let's go and have a look!"
The Returning Void Taoists who originally gathered near the stone statue all whizzed away in the same direction.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and followed.
Not long after, Su Zimo's ears were strong, and he heard the sounds of swords and swords clashing.
I saw a towering long sword on the horizon in the distance, dozens of feet high, diagonally inserted into the ground, it was extremely shocking!
Under the long sword, there are sword lights flying.
The seven sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are stepping in specific directions. The seven are connected to each other, forming an extremely mysterious sword formation, trapping another sword cultivator in the middle!
The seven sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are all in the Return to Void Realm.
With this set of sword formations in their hands, it was obvious that they were already extremely skilled. With their tacit understanding, the sword energy was surging, getting sharper and more blazing!
The trapped sword cultivator had black hair, black clothes, a pale face, and empty eyes. His cultivation level was only in the early stage of returning to the void.
The black-clothed swordsman was still able to fight back a few times at first.
But as the sword array was fully deployed, this person could only dodge continuously, passively defending, and was completely at a disadvantage!
Su Zimo's expression changed.
He didn't know any of these sword cultivators from the Sword Sect.
But this sword cultivator in black is an old friend.
The Dugu Sword of the Northern Family!
Dugujian is withdrawn, taciturn, and never takes the initiative to talk to others.
It seemed that in his eyes, there was only the sword in his hand.
But Su Zimo had a pretty good impression of him.
Not just because Dugujian had helped him in the ruins of Daqian.
What's more, a hundred years ago in Wanxiang City, when the catastrophe came and all the geniuses were retreating, Dugujian was the first to stand up!
In Su Zimo's eyes, he is a swordsman in the true sense!
Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, this old friend has entered the realm of returning to the virtual world.
Su Zimo took a look and found that in addition to the seven sword cultivators from the sword sect on the battlefield, there were also more than a dozen sword cultivators from the sword sect guarding the battlefield with sharp eyes, prohibiting outsiders from interfering.
At the foot of the giant sword, there were still several corpses of sword cultivators from the Sword Sect lying.
They are all swords between the eyebrows, killing with one sword, clean and neat!
"To be fair, this Sword Sect is indeed a bit overbearing. The inheritance of the place of preaching depends entirely on chance, but the Sword Sect has been occupying the inheritance of this wind sword power all year round and does not allow others to enter."
"Who says it isn't?"
"Alas, the Sword Sect is so powerful and it is a place of pilgrimage for sword cultivators all over the world. Who dares to show off its edge?"
Among the crowd watching the battle, many monks were discussing.
"This man in black is very capable. He just broke into it alone and was able to kill a swordsman from the Sword Sect in two or three strokes. His swordsmanship is extremely fast!"
"It's a pity that he came at the wrong time."
"Originally, under this Fengjian inheritance, there were only twenty sword cultivators from the Sword Sect guarding it. And these seven sword cultivators came in late and are familiar with the Sword Sect's Seven-Bright Sword Formation. Together, the seven of them can fight against the titled disciples! "
"I heard that these seven sword cultivators came here for the evildoer Su Zimo. As a result, they encountered the man in black fighting with the sword cultivator of the Sword Sect. The seven sword cultivators took action decisively and surrounded him."
"The difference in cultivation level between the two sides is too great. If the consumption continues, the man in black will definitely die!"
While this person was analyzing, a huge force suddenly came from behind and pushed him away.
This man was furious, turned his head, looked at the green-robed monk who was squeezing over, and said coldly: "Why are you squeezing? Can't you see?"
Anyone who can enter this preaching place has some ability. This person comes from the 108th Gate, so naturally he is not willing to suffer.
"Excuse me."
Su Zimo glanced at the man lightly, pushed him away, and walked towards the battlefield under the sword.
"snort!"
The man spat at Su Zimo's back and cursed: "Why are you so arrogant? He looks like he is rushing to die! He thought he was Su Zimo wearing a green shirt!"
PS: Just to inform you, I will prepare for an update tomorrow afternoon! Get ready to withstand my big moves!