March 10, 731 in the Ming Dynasty.

There are still five days left before Ling Yun's execution.

Longze Empire, Liuyun City.

This is an obscure small city in the north of Longze, and the population is pitifully small.

On the edge of this tiny city, there is a nondescript tavern that hangs a sign that closes just after the sun rises.

The owner of the hotel, a middle-aged man with a slight fortune, paced slowly after locking the doors and windows of the tavern, and walked out of the city gate.

The city was already small, and it didn't take long for the tavern owner to stand in the lush mountains and forests outside Liuyun City.

"Come out, follow me all the way, it's time to come out and breathe. The owner of the tavern stopped.

There was no one behind him, only the sound of the hunting wind answering his words.

“...... Do you decent people like to make a fool of yourself?" the tavernkeeper chuckled dryly.

As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion suddenly sounded somewhere behind him.

At the same time, a figure leaped lightly and landed in front of the tavernkeeper.

"Tang Junxuan, where are you going?" the figure of a capable middle-aged man gradually revealed.

"Yo, it's still a new face. The man known as Tang Junxuan smiled, "Where I want to go, don't you know?"

"Heh, I didn't expect you to really attach importance to Long Ze's action this time, even you were dispatched?"

"I don't think so. Tang Junxuan shook his head, "On the contrary, I feel that my status has been declining year by year in the past few years, and now even a descendant who has just broken through the primordial realm dares to follow me, is it because I am old and my reputation has faded out of the rivers and lakes?"

"Heh, you don't have to look down on me, I'll let you know now, your so-called afterlife ......" The man was a little displeased.

"Do you know why I opened a tavern?" Tang Junxuan suddenly said without a head.

“...... Who cares about that?" the interrupted man visibly upset.

“...... It's old, it's still old. Tang Junxuan stroked his short beard and threw his wine gourd on the ground.

The strong smell of rice wine in the wine gourd flowed all over the place, and the strong smell of alcohol made the man who didn't drink frown.

"You ......" He was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed drastically!

"Wine Mist!"

"Damn, is that his attack? I was careless!" the man thought as he unleashed the barrier to protect himself.

A heavy fog suddenly rose in the woods, obscuring Tang Junxuan's figure. Moreover, the layer of enchantment released by the man seemed to be completely unable to resist the pervasiveness of the wine mist, and the strong smell of alcohol quickly poured into the man's nose.

"Damn!" the man felt dizzy, and his entire body became extremely heavy with it, "That Tang Junxuan must be dealt with immediately!"

The man forced his breath despite his discomfort and began to hold his breath before his brain was completely taken over by alcohol.

"Heh, hold your breath? Tang Junxuan's voice came, "However, if my spiritual art could be cracked so easily, then I would have been killed countless times by you decent people." Moreover, even if he is a master of the Primal Realm, how long can he last in the breath-holding environment?"

The man didn't dare to waste his breath, and his brain was thinking quickly with the limited supply of oxygen. Tang Junxuan was right, this wine mist could indeed enter not only through the mouth and nose, even if he had already held his breath, he could still feel that his body was becoming more and more weak, although this speed was much slower than before.

In this mist, his sense of sight and smell had completely failed, and the man could only rely on his hearing to slowly touch the direction where Tang Junxuan was.

"Boy, I'm here!" a loud laugh rang out behind the man.

The man was startled, and hurriedly drew his sword and slashed behind him.

"Wine Mist • Slay the Dragon!"

A long knife made of mist fell from the sky and landed fiercely on the man's blade.

With a "ding", the man's long sword broke in response. At the same time, a foot reached out of nowhere and kicked the man into a tree.

The force of this kick was so strong that the man broke three big trees before he could stop.

"Bastard, I see you!" the man seized the opportunity, "Don't think that I can't do anything without a sword!"

Several waves of qi burst out of the ground and slammed into Tang Junxuan's location.

"You seem to be a little sluggish...... I wouldn't have been there three seconds ago!" Tang Junxuan appeared behind the man like a ghost, and punched out again.

The man didn't want to dodge until the fist wind had already spread to his face, and the whole person was once again knocked several feet away.

"Bastard, you must get out of here!" the man stood up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of old blood. His face was already purple, this so-called wine mist seriously affected his judgment and reaction speed, if it was a normal environment, he would never react so slowly!

After making up his mind, the man no longer hesitated, and regardless of whether his position would be revealed, he slammed into the sky.

But he soon discovered to his horror that the fog was moving with him!

"Wine Mist, God Slaughter!"

Almost as soon as he heard the voice, the man felt a heavy blow to his chest, and his whole body was slammed to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, the fog finally dispersed, and Tang Junxuan slowly walked out of the wine mist.

"Heh, is that all there is to it?" Tang Jun chose the knife.

The man closed his eyes in despair.

But the imaginary pain never fell on him.

"Hmph, I didn't find it just now......" Tang Junxuan's gaze fell on the man's robe, "Heavenly Sword Sect's ......?"

", don't let me see you next time. By the way, I would like to give a message to those old guys of your Heavenly Sword Sect, I, Tang Jun, have chosen people to be old and not old, not any cat or dog can come over and provoke me. ”

Tang Junxuan put away his long knife, hummed a mountain song, and walked away.