As night fell, Zhan Chen had returned, and the old drunken had already lit a bonfire. Zhan Chen laid out the wine and dishes he bought one by one, nearly 100 jars of fine wine, more than a dozen delicacies, and all of them were large pieces of meat, which made people greedy.

So the two of them sat down around the campfire. The old drunkard grinned, his eyes were crooked, and when he opened a jar of fine wine, the strong aroma of wine wafted in the air, making people smell intoxicated.

He couldn't help but praise: "Good! Good wine!" He couldn't stop his addiction to alcohol, lifted the jar, poured it into his mouth, and in an instant, the jar was at the bottom.

Zhan Chen also smiled on the side, and said in his heart: "Of course it's good, my jar of wine is two high-grade Yuan stones." ”

"Come too, young man!"

"Okay!" Zhan Chen was not polite, he also picked up a jar and opened it, and drank with him.

The old drunk couldn't stop drinking, and he went down three times in a row. Zhan Chen couldn't help but call: "Senior, you can also take a break and eat some food." ”

"Okay!" the old drunken man was not polite, grabbed a large piece of sauce hooves, and ate it all in three strokes, like a hungry ghost, and laughed loudly after eating: "Hahaha, beautiful!"

"Senior, let's talk about it tonight, don't get drunk!" Zhan Chen also said.

"Yes, don't get drunk!"

The two of them feasted and drank in front of the bonfire, at the bright night, at the warm night breeze, and at the rustling trees.

The old drunkard was so powerful that it didn't take long for dozens of jars to be eaten, and most of the dishes on the ground were also cleaned up by him.

Zhan Chen sighed to himself, at first he could accompany him to a few altars, but then he gradually couldn't keep up with his footsteps, felt dizzy on his head, and thought: "No, no, I have to drink slowly, otherwise I will get drunk in front of my predecessors first, and it will be too big." ”

So he slowed down his drinking and began to drink one bite at a time. But the old drunkard didn't give him politeness, and he was a dozen jars.

At this time, the old man seemed to be drunk, his eyes were misty, and his cheeks were slightly smoky, and he staggered up from the ground, and walked tremblingly towards a big tree on the side.

Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but shout: "Senior, where are you going?"

But the old drunkard, who did not seem to hear his words, came under the tree, leaped up, broke off a long branch, and assumed a strange pose.

"This is to play swordsmanship!" Zhan Chen's spirit was lifted, and he could see that this seemed to be a kind of swordsmanship.

Sure enough, what the old drunkard did next seemed to confirm his judgment, only to see him staggering under his feet, but there was a certain unique law, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, so that people could not figure out his intentions;

Zhan Chen was completely fascinated by the posture of the old drunk, the old-timers seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and seemed to be awake but not awake, but they could still use such a strange and mysterious swordsmanship, this is the swordsmanship of wine, the swordsmanship born for wine, the sword is wine, and wine is the sword!

However, Zhan Chen also had a question in his heart: "Is this still a swordsmanship? It simply subverts my cognition, sometimes the movements are as fast as lightning, sometimes they are as slow as a turtle crawling, can this kind of swordsmanship avoid the enemy's attack? However, after all, this is the swordsmanship of the old-timers, it should not be underestimated, I have to observe it carefully!"

There were a total of thirty-three styles of this nameless sword technique, and Zhan Chen memorized them all after reading them once.

At this time, the old drunk suddenly shouted at Zhan Chen: "Young man, do you want to come over and make a few moves with me?"

Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment, and his heart was ecstatic, this is the old-timer who is willing to point out himself, how can there be any reason for not being willing? So he hurriedly shouted: "Okay, senior, then I will be offended!"

With that, he pulled out the Silver Jiaolong Kiss Sword and slashed out a sword qi towards the old drunk with all his strength.

In the face of his attack, the old drunkard didn't seem to react, but at the critical moment when the sword qi was about to reach his body, he didn't seem to stand firm under his feet, and stumbled a small step, and the sword qi passed by his body dangerously, and the old drunk was unharmed.

Zhan Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the old drunkard's movements seemed to be very slow before, but they were very fast when he dodged in the end.

And. In order to cater to himself, he also deliberately controlled the speed to the same level as himself, or even a little slower. But it is this kind of slowness that wins faster than the speed of sword qi.

Zhan Chen's passion came, and he shouted: "Senior, what about this?!" As he spoke, he slashed out ten sword qi in a row, forming an impenetrable sword net, shrouding the old drunkard.

The old drunkard staggered his drunken steps again, dodged left and right, dodged the six sword qi, and blocked the three sword qi with the branch in his hand, but the last one was unavoidable, dodge!

Just when Zhan Chen was imagining how the old drunk would respond, the other party actually fell to the ground, seeing the sword qi slashing against his belly, he still couldn't touch his body at all.

But Zhan Chen didn't let go of the old drunk, and slashed out a sword qi at him on the ground, only to see the old drunk roll on the spot, he avoided the attack of the sword, and got up.

The old drunken ghost relied on his slow footwork and slow swordsmanship, and he was able to defeat the fast with slowness, and calmly avoided the lightning-fast sword qi!

At this moment, the lofty martial arts principle of "the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable" collapsed in Zhan Chen's mind.

"Senior, offended!" Zhan Chen simply rushed towards the old drunk and stabbed him with his sword.

"Eh, it's a good time. The old drunk grinned, tilted his head slightly, and Zhan Chen's sword passed over the tip of his nose.

Just when Zhan Chen felt sorry, he felt a fierce momentum coming from below, and he couldn't help but look down, it turned out to be the old drunkard's fist that had suddenly hit his armpit at some point, and he was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his sword and flew away.

Who knows, the old drunkard still has a back move, a drunken step back at his feet, he got up, and another drunken step stepped forward, with this rotating force, the old drunkard's body leaned towards Zhan Chen's body with all his might.

The old drunkard's shoulder slammed into Zhan Chen's chest, but it was blocked by a dark golden light that appeared in his chest.

But Zhan Chen was not unharmed, he was also hit by this huge impact force, and he took several steps back in a row.

"Hehe, young man, yes, there are good things on you, I'm afraid this defensive martial art is not low-level. The old drunken said, and took the opportunity to grab another jar of wine on the ground, lifted the lid and poured a few large sips into his mouth.

"Look at the move! Feihong Yingxue Step!" Zhan Chen's bloodiness was aroused, and he took a mysterious footwork under his feet, and his body turned into an afterimage and quickly approached the old drunk.

But the old drunkard ignored this and continued to pour wine into his mouth.

"Look at the sword, a sword is in the sky!" Zhan Chen glanced at a gap and slammed out his sword.

However, the old drunken man stumbled under his feet, and Zhan Chen's sword almost missed, and Zhan Chen immediately improvised, changed the stab to wipe, and slashed straight at the old drunkard's neck.

As soon as the old drunk bent down, he rolled on the spot, and rolled directly to Zhan Chen's feet, and then raised his sword and stabbed Zhan Chen's neck as well.

This move came strangely, Zhan Chen was shocked, and couldn't help but take a few steps back in a row, messing up.

And the old drunkard did not continue to attack, but grinned at him and kept drinking.

Zhan Chen really didn't believe in evil anymore, so he rushed forward again, using the speed of Feihong Yingxue to move around the old drunkard, and on the other hand, he fully exploded the "Golden Hidden Sword Sutra" and attacked the old drunk.

But the old drunkard's tricks are too weird, his steps are messy, his body is shaking, sometimes left and right, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, sometimes bending, sometimes rolling, sometimes jumping.

Most of Zhan Chen's swords couldn't find the right head, and a few swords could pierce the front of the old drunkard's body, but they were also firmly guarded by the old drunk.

On the other hand, the branch in the hand of the old drunken ghost is like a lurking poisonous snake, which usually staggers and seems to have no posture, but once it finds a flaw, it will suddenly explode, as fast as lightning.

Zhan Chen was stabbed by the branch several times unconsciously, if this was in the real duel, he would have lost a long time ago, the key is the branch in the hands of the old drunk, it is really elusive, virtual and real, real and false, sometimes it is obviously on the defensive, but it suddenly becomes an offense, and sometimes it seems to be an offense, but it turns out to be a false shot.

Zhan Chen fought with him, and he felt like he was going to vomit blood, and in the end, he simply shouted: "Senior, I admit defeat!"

"Hehe, that's right, you can't win my set of "Drunken Eight Immortal Sword". ”

"This set of swordsmanship is called 'Drunken Eight Immortal Sword'!" Zhan Chen suddenly became interested.

"That's right, this set of swordsmanship was created by me based on the legend of the Eight Immortals that circulated on the Wanfa Continent, and because I love to drink, I became like this. ”

"Senior, you are too modest, this set of swordsmanship can be called an antelope hanging horns without a trace, it shocks me too much! But the younger generation doesn't know much about the legend of the eight immortals, can you explain?"

"Well, these eight immortals are said to be the eight famous immortal Dao powerhouses in the Wanfa Continent, they are Han Zhongli, Tie Guan Li, Lu Dongbin, Lan Caihe, He Xiangu, Zhang Guolao, Uncle Cao Guo and Han Xiangzi. ”

These eight people have extremely strong cultivation, and they can become a giant in the immortal cultivation world at that time, but they are indifferent to fame and fortune, pursue leisure, and are unwilling to participate in the struggle for power and profit, so the eight of them live in seclusion together, which is rumored to be a good story in the world, and is still talked about. ”

"Are those eight immortals still there?"

"I don't know this, millions of years have passed, even immortals, Shouyuan has also dried up, and I only admire them, so I can create this set of swordsmanship according to their life deeds. ”

"Senior, Zhan Chen has something to ask for!" Zhan Chen said urgently.

"Do you want me to pass on this set of swordsmanship to you?"

"Yes!"

"Hehe, haven't you already learned the swordsmanship?"

"I've learned?" Zhan Chen was stunned.

"Yes, I showed it to you at the beginning. ”

"No, senior, this set of swordsmanship you created is at least a heaven-level swordsmanship - not necessarily the legendary immortal swordsmanship, such a powerful swordsmanship, there must be mantras, heart methods, and complicated meridian running routes, but it is useless to have an empty shelf. Zhan Chen said.

"Hehe, young man, you're thinking complicated, my set of "Drunken Eight Immortal Sword" only has martial arts moves, and there is no mental method, meridian running route and the like. ”

"Could it be that this is just a martial arts routine?" Zhan Chen was stunned.

"Yes, it's just a martial arts routine. ”

"No way! How did I get defeated by it?"

The old drunkard did not answer his question, but raised the wine gourd in his hand and asked, "What do you see this?"

Zhan Chen didn't know what to do, but he still followed his meaning and replied, "This is your wine gourd." ”

"Hehe, can you guess what kind of wine is in my wine gourd?"

How did Zhan Chen know what kind of medicine was in the old drunkard's gourd, so he had to shake his head honestly.