Yan Zhaoge looked at the man's actions, and was a little speechless: "What kind of fancy new way of playing is this?"
The man kept moving, laughed and said: "You came just in time, I went to find you just now, you are in retreat, I regret that you will miss my wine and tea."
Yan Zhaoge supported his forehead: "There is no one who makes tea with wine. I know you like wine, but can you stop being so unconventional?"
The man didn't take it seriously: "You don't understand this, people have to find some fun for themselves in this world."
Yan Zhaoge covered his face: "So you eat fried dough sticks with wine like soy milk, and rice with wine in soup, and now you have a new way of making tea with wine?"
"Can't you drink like other alcoholics?"
Xie Youchan and Ahu couldn't help laughing when they heard it.
The big man didn't care at all, instead he smiled and said, "I've passed that stage."
Yan Zhaoge couldn't bear it anymore: "Then you can try it, drink with your nose instead of your mouth."
The big man laughed loudly: "For a martial artist like me, it's actually not difficult, it won't kill me."
"Senior brother Xu, you are very stable in other things, why are you acting like a child in this matter?" Xie Youchan shook his head and laughed.
This big man is the core descendant of Guangcheng Mountain, the disciple of Iron Lion King Shi Tie, "Tianpeng" Xu Fei, a warrior in the sky-reaching realm.
Generally speaking, he is also considered by the outside world to be the strongest grandmaster warrior at Guangcheng Mountain.
Xu Fei said with a smile: "Let you all have a taste of my craft."
Yan Zhaoge felt helpless: "I really have nothing to say about you."
"Junior Brother Yan, you don't have the capacity to drink, but Huting is about the same." Xu Fei also looked down on Yan Zhaoge, but instead looked enthusiastically at Ahu who was at the side.
Ah Hu, who has always been very nervous and carefree, now has a pale face: "Brother Fei, I won't drink with you, you don't allow people to force you to drink, drink with you, you will be drunk to death."
Xu Fei didn't force it, but rather regretted it: "Hu Ting, you actually have a pretty good foundation, you can get it through practice."
Everyone talked and laughed, and time passed quickly.
As the sun sets, Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Ah Hu and Xie Youchan bid farewell.
When parting, Xie Youchan said softly: "This Tongtian League is different from usual, do you all know it?"
Yan Zhaoge looked at Xu Fei, the smile on Xu Fei's face didn't change, but his gaze was serious: "When I met the Second Martial Uncle, I already knew the situation."
The three of them looked at each other, smiled and nodded, and said nothing more.
In the next few days, Yan Zhaoge would either practice at ease by himself, or exchange martial arts experience with Xu Fei, Ye Chongzhou, Xie Youchan and other acquaintances, or feed the giant panda.
On Qingzhe Island, everything is as usual, and the calm remains.
And with the passage of time, the day of the Tongtian Alliance has officially arrived.
The Tongtian League is not a competition arena, the original intention is to let the geniuses of the younger generation of each family get in touch.
Competing with each other is contact, and exchanging ideas is also contact.
It's just that because of the current environment of the eight great worlds, the situation is relatively tense, so this time the Tongtian League seems to be a bit more gunpowder.
Especially this time the Tongtian League, because of some special factors, has a little more color.
It was the venue where the Tongtian League was held, above Qingzhe Island.
With Qingzhe Island as the center, and the surrounding small islands in the center of Qingzhe Lake, a special formation is vaguely formed, which is the core of Qingzhe Lake's guardian formation.
After being excited, streams of light soared into the sky and merged with the clouds and mist all over the sky to form a floating land that seemed virtual and real.
Those streams of light, like bridges, allow everyone to board the floating island in the sky. The island is restrained by its own formations, forming an illusory palace-like existence.
When Yan Zhaoge and the others went to the floating island, they saw that besides the descendant of the Zhuolang Pavilion who was the host, there was another person who arrived first, but they were from the city of Bihai.
Ye Chongzhou, Li Jingwan and the other two Bihai City disciples were all clustered around a young man in green robes.
The young man's temperament is gentle and elegant, like Fang Zhun, he has a bit of a literati air.
It's just that he stood there, the aura above his head was condensed and real, piercing the sky, and there seemed to be endless waves roaring in the aura, which showed that he was a warrior in the sky-reaching realm just like Xu Fei.
The young man was about thirty years old, his gaze was as deep as the sea, when he saw Yan Zhaoge and the others, he nodded slightly.
Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei also nodded in return.
They all recognize each other, the core descendant of Bihai City, the leader of the younger generation, Mr. Qihai, Song Chao.
At that time, he was the oldest among the four sons, and he was also the one with the highest cultivation level.
The son of Yandi, the first elder of Guangcheng Mountain, Yan Zhaoge, the son of Guangcheng.
The son of Huang Xu, the patriarch of the Great Sun Sacred Sect, and Huang Jie, the son of Puzhao.
The son of Lin Tianfeng, the head elder of Tianlei Palace, Lin Zhou, son of Lei Ming.
Song Chao, the son of Song Wuliang, the lord of Bihai City, and the son of Seven Seas.
The four are all the best among the younger generation of the eight great worlds, and all of them are from extraordinary backgrounds. After the last Tongtian alliance, they were collectively called the four sons of the current generation.
However, there was no friendship among the four of them, and Yan Zhaoge was relatively familiar with Song Chao.
But Song Chao was much older, and the two rarely met before.
Song Chao looked at Yan Zhaoge and nodded, "Junior Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for three years."
"Senior Brother Song has improved his cultivation base." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, and Song Chao replied: "Work hard and move forward."
Sikong Qing also stepped forward to greet Song Chao again.
The form of the Tongtian League is loose, and there is no sign of its official start.
Those who are interested in exchanging ideas can communicate with each other.
The innate masters Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Song Chao, Xie Youchan, Ruan Ping, and Ye Chongzhou didn't end up in a competition, but just chatted together.
However, as far as they are concerned, even if it is small talk, they feel that they have benefited a lot from the ears of other younger disciples.
It's just that Yan Zhaoge stands out a little among them. Among all the innate masters, he is the youngest, and he's not even a little bit younger.
Everyone else was in their thirties or close to their thirties, only Yan Zhaoge was in his early twenties.
Calculated by age group, Yan Zhaoge should be regarded as the same age as Li Jingwan.
However, this seemingly eye-catching thing, none of the people present felt weird, as if they were used to it.
Chatting and chatting, Yan Zhaoge and the others moved in unison and looked in another direction.
In that direction, a few young warriors dressed in gold-rimmed white robes boarded the floating island. They were exactly the attires of the core lineage of the Great Sun Sacred Sect.
Whether it was Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Song Chao, or Ye Chongzhou, they all narrowed their eyes slightly when they saw someone coming.
The first person was about the same age as Xu Fei and Song Chao, with a handsome face, a dignified appearance, and eyes full of radiance, which made people feel heartbroken.
Beside him was a young man who looked slightly older than Yan Zhaoge, with an ordinary face and a quiet voice.
Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tang Yonghao, Huang Jie."