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After drinking a jar of wine, Jiang Chen still didn't feel any strange. Not to mention that the amount of alcohol he drank had not reached his upper limit. Even if he had reached it, with his current skill, he could completely refine it. Not only would it not be harmful to the body, but It can also increase his strength. After all, wine is also made from grains!
Although Fang Qingtian's drinking capacity is not as good as Jiang Chen's, he is still quite good. His eyes are still hazy and he is slightly tipsy, and his speech is still clear: "Brother Jiang, you really have a good drinking capacity, it's great... If anything happens in the future, feel free to come see Fang." !”
Jiang Chen smiled softly and nodded. Without refuting Fang Qingtian's face, he picked up the big bowl and said, "Come on, Master Fang, let's finish this bowl!"
"Done!"
Fang Qingtian laughed loudly, picked up the big bowl, brought it to his lips, drank it in one breath, leaking a lot from his mouth, and wet his front.
"Master, please remember what my wife said and don't get drunk."
The young man who spoke earlier whispered again. Fang Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Sheng Yun, don't worry." Sheng Yun looked around, his eyes like lightning, and glanced at the people around the room with a solemn expression.
Jiang Chen raised his head, glanced around, his expression changed slightly, turned his head and looked at each other with Sheng Yun, frowning slightly. Then with a thought in his mind, he pushed the bowl up, clasped his fists and said, "Master Fang, I have to go on a journey, so I'll just drink here today."
"No!"
Fang Qingtian hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the bowl and shook his head vigorously: "Brother Jiang, I've been very upset recently. It's rare to meet a brother and drink so happily. Don't be disappointed!"
Jiang Chen smiled bitterly and said, "I really have to hurry, and it's not good to waste time!"
"hehe… "
Fang Qingtian retracted his hand and said with a casual smile, "Brother Jiang, why should you be anxious? My accompanying disciple has a fast horse. When the time comes, I will give you a fast horse. Wouldn't it be faster?"
"this… "
Jiang Chen hesitated, thought for a while, nodded and smiled bitterly: "Okay, since Master Fang has this intention, but I am disrespectful, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"
"This is right!"
Fang Qingtian immediately slapped the table and asked the shopkeeper to bring another jar of wine. He said loudly: "Brother Jiang, let's get drunk today. We will not come back until we get drunk!"
Jiang Chen's drinking capacity is extremely high. Compared with before time travel, it is simply not the same as before. Moreover, he has profound internal energy and the wine is refined as soon as it enters his belly. It is really difficult to get drunk.
While drinking, he was distracted and focused on the outside world. Feeling strange, the people around them glanced at them from time to time. At first glance, they were just curious about their drinking capacity.
But Jiang Chen still smelled something unusual. These people had bulging bags and hidden weapons. They were obviously not ordinary people. But they are people from the martial arts world. His martial arts has not yet reached the level of being invincible in the world. As the saying goes, doing more is worse than doing less. He wants to get out. Unexpectedly, Fang Qingtian is quite enthusiastic. He is also curious about what methods and skills there are in today's martial arts. The expert was brave and took advantage of the situation to stay.
After half-drinking, Fang Qingtian became more sober as he drank and talked about his troubles. However, it turned out that his faction was based in Kunlun and was good at swordsmanship, especially the uneven swordsmanship. It was very mysterious, but not long ago , Zhang Renfeng, the most outstanding disciple in the sect, and his family were exterminated. He led his disciples down the mountain, hoping to seek justice. However, due to the huge power of Black Stone, he finally failed.
“………”
Jiang Chen could only be speechless about this. He didn't expect that he would accidentally meet someone from Zhang Renfeng's sect. What a fate!
Speaking of which, Jiang Chen was very interested in Zhang Renfeng's varied swordsmanship, but he was reluctant to get it from Fang Qingtian.
Although they met by chance, the two of them made friends over wine. It would be unsightly if it was mixed with profit calculations.
The two drank one bowl after another happily, but Fang Qingtian's two young disciples didn't drink at all and remained silent, as if they didn't exist.
The embroidered curtain made a sound, the door darkened, and three people walked in. The three people entered the room, stood still at the door, and scanned the room with their eyes, seemingly looking for a seat.
Jiang Chen frowned and caught a glimpse of everyone's changes from the corner of his eye. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Although it was invisible and insubstantial, it was still vaguely detectable, and he slowly put down the big bowl. On the opposite side, Fang Qingtian also slowly put down the sea bowl and looked at the three people who entered the room. He is the leader of the Nantian Sword Sect. He broke out from the light of swords and shadows. He has an indescribable intuition about danger and murderous intent, and he feels something strange.
One of the three is tall and the other is short. The leader is one, who is about thirty or forty years old. He is tall and thin, with a long and narrow face, like a cucumber, and a pair of long and narrow eyes, which shine with cold light, like two sharp blades. The two people behind him were twin brothers who looked very much alike. Their chubby figures gave them a bit of the demeanor of a wine shop owner.
"Three of you, I'm sorry, the shop is full."
The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, clasping his fists and apologizing, with a humble smile on his face that made it impossible to be angry.
The first person nodded, walked directly in, and ignored the shopkeeper. The three of them came to a table. The four people at the table quickly stood up, gave up their seats, stood in front of him, bowed down, and whispered: "Greetings to the gang leader!"
"no."
The man with the long and narrow face waved his hand, sitting upright with the five-horse golden sword, and the cold light swept down where Qingtian was.
After looking around, Fang Qingtian raised his head and said to Jiang Chen, "Brother Jiang, let's just drink here today!"
"Oh?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised and said with a smile, "Is it possible that Master Fang is completely happy?!"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to have all the fun today,"
Fang Qingtian shook his head, glanced at the middle-aged man with a long and narrow face who was sitting upright, and smiled bitterly: "Fang met an old friend, so I can't accompany you brother!"
"That's a coincidence."
Jiang Chen chuckled, picked up the big bowl, and took a slow sip. His eyes glanced over the edge of the bowl and glanced at the middle-aged man with a long and narrow face: "Although I am dull, I can guess that you, this old man It’s not a good idea to have friends.”
"good!"
Fang Qingtian nodded, but then he shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice: "We are in trouble today, so we can only retreat first. Brothers, you might as well take the first step."
Jiang Chen chuckled. This Fang Qingtian was actually a cheerful person. When he saw an opportunity, he retreated before attacking. He seemed timid, but it was a move to assess the situation. Ren Jiu waved his hand slightly and shook his head: "Although my martial arts skills are not good, I can't stand alone when my friends are in trouble!"
"good!"
Fang Qingtian nodded vigorously and clapped his hands heavily: "Fang really saw the right person, I am determined to be your friend!" After that, he picked up the big bowl, took a big sip, and wiped his mouth, haha Laughing loudly and proudly.
"Hey, Master Fang, I'm so excited!"
At this time, a deep laugh sounded, and the middle-aged man with a long and narrow face was seen holding his fists, with a smile on his face.
"Hey, isn't this Gang Leader Wang? Why are you willing to lower your body and condescend to come to a place like this to eat?!" Fang Qingtian clasped his fists and answered in a strange way.
The middle-aged man with a long and narrow face said happily: "I heard from you guys that Fang Qingtian is here, and I am here to join in the fun."
"How dare you do this?!" Fang Qingtian shook his head and sneered, his bright eyes flashing with cold light.
"Gang leader, you have long nights and many dreams, don't talk nonsense to him, just do it!" A man jumped out from next to the middle-aged man with a long and narrow face, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and shouted loudly.
The middle-aged man with a long and narrow face clapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, do it!" As soon as he finished speaking, a "swish" sound was heard, and more than a dozen people pulled out the weapons hidden in their bags, pointing their swords or sword tips. Fang Qingtian was at the table. The light in the room dimmed slightly, but now it was a little brighter. The swords were shining, the air was cold, and the momentum was palpable.
"Haha, Wang Dadong, this is all you can do!"
Fang Qingtian laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword from his back, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Even if you are hooked on the black stone, you will only dare to pass the sword to me when Fang is alone!"
Wang Dadong smiled gloomily, slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, stretched it out flatly, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense... Fang, your fate will be decided today!"
"Then let's see what you are capable of!"
Fang Qingtian laughed, stood up, protected the general, turned around and whispered: "Brother, follow me later, don't separate."
Jiang Chen has achieved great success in martial arts and ranks among the top in the world. He has long since returned to his original nature. Therefore, his appearance does not have the characteristics of a martial artist. His temples are not bulging or sunken, his eyes are clear, and there is no sparkle when the true energy flows. Moreover, although he carries a fine steel handle He has a long sword, but it has no blood. Therefore, although Fang Qingtian guessed that he could do martial arts, he probably wouldn't be much higher.
Seeing Fang Qingtian speak, Jiang Chen had no choice but to nod his head, stood up, squinted at the people around him, and determined in his heart that although he had only been practicing martial arts for a short time, his attainments were not low. Against Lu Zhu and Zhuan Lun It may be difficult for a top player like Wang to win, but these things in front of him should not be a problem.
The other two young men also stood up and walked behind Fang Qingtian. The three of them formed a horn formation, firmly protecting Jiang Chen.
"kill!"
Without saying a word, Wang Dadong shouted angrily, his long and narrow face turned red, and he made a weak slash in front of him with the long sword in his hand. The four people at his table kicked away their chairs, pulled out their long knives, and rushed over. People from the tables next to him rushed out one after another. There were more than fifty people, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen and the four people were surrounded. .
Before Fang Qingtian and Jiang Chen could make any move, they saw that a few more people were not participating, but ran to the door and blocked them there, watching eagerly to prevent them from escaping.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the shopkeeper immediately lay down behind the counter and hid himself.
"The person named Fang will die!"
A fierce man brandished a long sword, drew a line, rushed forward, swept the "Force to Split Huashan", and struck Fang Qingtian head-on.
"Well done!"
Fang Qingtian shouted loudly, and shook the long sword in his hand. The sword's light was as sharp as a sword, and like a snake's letter, it stabbed out quickly. It was extremely fast, with the last strike coming first, and stabbing in front of the opponent in the blink of an eye.
With a "ding" sound, a sword stretched out from the side and pushed the long sword away, but it was the person next to him who came to help. Fang Qingtian couldn't make the move and had to turn around to avoid it. Another person was stabbing him with a sword. The same was true for the other two young men. They were surrounded and attacked by the crowd and did not care about fighting alone. Jiang Chen was the only one who stood leisurely among them.
Although they were surrounded by more than a dozen people, Fang Qingtian and the other two men kept their expressions unchanged and shouted loudly. They waved their long swords to form a sword curtain, fending off three or four people at the same time. The other two young men were also not far behind. , the two swords were swung very fiercely, Jiang Chen stood in the middle and just stood aside and watched.
This group of people is quite good at attacking in groups. Wang Dadong stood outside the circle with his hands folded, his long and narrow face full of sneers: "Fang, why bother struggling? Blackstone has issued a killing order, you will die without a doubt!"
"fart!"
Fang Qingtian shouted angrily, and swung the sword in his hand faster. With a "pop" sound, the tip of the sword pierced the arm of the person opposite him, but without stopping, he flashed to avoid the sword thrust from an angle. The injured man quickly retreated, and the people behind him rushed up to fill his gap and resist Fang Qingtian's frontal impact. They advanced and retreated, but they cooperated skillfully and had a tacit understanding.
"Ha ha… "
Fang Qingtian laughed twice, waving his sword and laughing: "Happy, happy!"
Jiang Chen stood behind him. Seeing that the faces of the dozen or so people across from him remained unchanged, their expressions were calm, and their attacks were still unhurried. It was obvious that he wanted to grind them to death, so he reminded him: "Master Fang, you can't defeat him with just two fists." Fourth Hand, it’s not a good thing if this continues, let’s rush out first.”
"Okay, rush out!"
Fang Qingtian promised in his mouth, shook his arm, and swung a long sword. He heard three "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang." direction.
There were four other people standing behind Wang Dadong. Seeing this, one of them rushed out, unsheathed his long sword, turned into a little cold star, and stabbed Fang Qingtian. But after hearing the crisp sound of "dang", Fang Qingtian waved his sword in time to resist, but the moment the two swords met, he couldn't help but take a big step back and returned to his original position.
At this time, Jiang Chen was standing behind him. When Fang Qingtian stepped back, Jiang Chen could only take a step back and stood in his original position again.
The breakout was blocked and once again they fell into a fierce battle. Three or four people fought against one person. Although each of them was not as good as Fang Qingtian in martial arts, they cooperated tacitly. You came and I went, covering and resisting each other, just like one person with three heads and six arms. Extremely powerful.
"The one with the surname of Chang is a bit offended!"
Although Fang Qingtian was in a tough fight, his expression did not change and he laughed loudly: "If we continue to entangle you, don't blame someone on our side for being unkind!"
"oh?"
Wang Dadong folded his hands and said with a smile: "Could it be that Master Fang still has a killing move?"
Fang Qingtian swung his long sword quickly and laughed loudly: "If you can force Fang to use his killing move, Wang Dadong, you are really quite capable!"
Wang Dadong sneered: "I'd like to learn from you!"
"Since you are so ungrateful, Fang is not polite anymore!"
Fang Qingtian snorted coldly, and the strength of the long sword suddenly increased, blocking several people in front of him. At the same time, a cold light suddenly appeared on his other hand, but when he heard a "Puff" sound, his body The first few people had their throats cut.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but look stern when he saw this, and Wang Dadong across from him was no exception. His pupils shrank and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Jagged sword?!"
(End of chapter)