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Although the monk was a little disheveled, he looked very easy-going, grinning widely, with two deep eyes inlaid on his oily face, and a high nose.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is his ears, which are so long that they almost drag down to the chin.

"No fat monk? I haven't seen you for so many years, and your fat wooden fish is still running so slowly! "It was not Feng Qingyang who answered, but Mother-in-law Fenghuo, "I said fat monk, you will die of that heart, everyone knows that Jiujian Immortal loves wine, loves swords, and loves women, can this person who loves women be a monk?" ”

"As long as the donor of the Wine Sword Immortal is willing to come to me to become a monk in the sea, this color precept, the old man can give you a waiver, just have a Buddha in your heart!" The monk smiled lazily, and his face was still smiling.

"What about meat?" Before the monk's voice fell, another voice came from afar, followed by an old man who looked like a scholar, but what he was holding in his hand was not a folding fan, but a teapot, shaped like an ordinary purple clay pot, but it was not the light of the Taoist talisman on it, it was the Changle monk of Changbai Mountain, after falling into the middle of the Fenghuo mother-in-law and the monk without fate, he laughed loudly, "If you can eat meat, I am interested in being a monk for a few days and understand the cause and effect of heaven and earth!" ”

"Gotcha, a few old ghosts are here!" Seeing this, Granny Fenghuo couldn't help but sigh, "Big teapot, after so many years, it's better to count you as the slowest, and you can practice the Dao method diligently!" ”

"Let my mother-in-law smile, my son-in-law is in Changbai Mountain, and the road is far away!" Changle Jushi bowed his hand to the mother-in-law of Fenghuo.

"Son-in-law, when can I help my mother get her daughter out!" Hear the words. Mother-in-law Fenghuo couldn't help laughing, as if she didn't expect that decades have passed, and Changle Jushi still remembers this!

When the two of them went to the Arctic Sea to subdue demons together, the big teapot said that he liked her.

What are you kidding, not to mention that she is dozens of years older than him, just his virtue is not her mother-in-law's dish!

So he said, "Wait until she has a daughter." He made her a son-in-law.

She agreed to it for the sake of the round, and since then, he has always called himself her son-in-law, and when he saw her, he called her mother-in-law.

"It's going to be hard. You are always a non-hero and don't marry, it's not easy to have a daughter, and you deserve to be a bachelor in your son-in-law's life! Chang Le Jushi said, looked up at Feng Qingyang, and then smiled, "By the way, if the son-in-law is not mistaken." Back then, you said, if a man can win you, you will marry him, this guy has won you. You can have a daughter with him and be a wife for your son-in-law! ”

"I'm a little doll in front of my mother, let alone him! I thought that when we met him this time, he finally looked like an old man. I don't know that this guy is getting younger and younger, and the old lady is not interested in cabbage! Granny Wind and Fire smiled and leaned forward and backwards.

All three of them are masters. At least in the mortal cultivation world, they are definitely masters, not to mention that they are open-mouthed on weekdays, and they don't even say much, so as not to affect the demeanor of the masters.

But when a few of them get together, they don't pay so much attention to it, who doesn't know who, it's boring to be tense.

"I said you three were defeated, what do you mean today? Let's see if I'm going to make a fool of myself? Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled, I really didn't expect that these three living treasures hadn't soared yet, and it was lively.

"Don't be stinky, Wine Sword Fairy, we're here to see how you break the Twelve Sword Formation!" It was the mother-in-law of Fenghuo who answered, and when she spoke, she flipped her hand, and the big knife on her shoulder was immediately inserted in front of her.

"That's it, everyone says that the Twelve Sword Formation, no one can break it, we want to see if it's true? That, Wine Sword Fairy, you let it go and break it, if you can't break it, no one will laugh at you! Chang Le Jushi laughed.

The mouth is not a joke, and the big mouth is already grinning.

The Wine Sword Immortal used to be an undefeated myth in the cultivation world, if he hadn't broken the Twelve Sword Formation today, they wouldn't have laughed at him for being a ghost.

Isn't the Wine Sword Immortal known as a kendo wizard, why, the twelve sword formations can't be broken?

Yes, they can't break it, but they're not geniuses, they can't be broken, it's not shameful, he is famous, and it should feel very good to be frustrated!

"Ha, the three of you have been fighting all your life, and now you have counted me, but it is unprecedentedly unified!" Feng Qingyang shook his head.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the wine and sword immortal, why should you be so persistent in life, let's take refuge in my Buddha as soon as possible......" The monk who had no chance began to preach again, laughing, and his long ears were waving.

"You big-headed ghost, fat monk, if you disturb the old lady watching the play again, the old lady will split your broken bell into a big horn!" didn't wait for the monk to finish speaking, Granny Fenghuo began to spray him again, and she hated other people's chatter the most.

"Now that you're ready to watch the show, let's start the show, Wine Sword Fairy, come on!" The Tiger Head Immortal finally answered, he has always been in a state of being ignored, but it doesn't matter, ignore it, ignore it, and wait until he defeats the Wine Sword Immortal, see who dares not to take him seriously.

"Wait a minute, Old Man Rong will warm up first!" Feng Qingyang smiled, then took out the purple gold immortal gourd and began to drink wildly.

When chatting with Granny Fenghuo, he doesn't call himself an old man, firstly, he is younger than them, and secondly, although these three are all his defeated subordinates, he still respects them.

It's different from the Tiger Head Immortal, the Tiger Head Fairy is also bigger than him, but so what, this guy looks like a kitten no matter how he looks at it, then he can only call him a kitten head, isn't it?

A pot before breaking the formation is also a whim.

Today, the enemies are all gathered, he can't lose the wine sword immortal, right? Otherwise, it's a shame.

If he wants not to lose, it's very simple, just drink well.

"Okay, let you drink enough, if drinking can break the twelve sword formations of our Kunlun lineage, then the twelve sword formations will be renamed wine jars!" The tiger head fairy smiled disdainfully, but he scolded secretly in his heart, it is really a lot, there is still a pot before the fight, then let him drink well, he will not be able to break the formation for a while, see how he ends.

"Yo, drink up, fat monk, you move a few steps back!" And the Wind and Fire Mother-in-law was excited.

They have all fought with Feng Qingyang, and they all understand that once Feng Qingyang starts drinking, then the matter will be strict.

And they'd never seen him drink as soon as he came up, so this time was certainly extraordinary.

However, they like to see if a generation of Great Sword Immortals can break the Twelve Sword Formations, if they can break it, then he will break the myth of the Kunlun lineage, and that moment will definitely be written in the annals of the cultivation world forever.

"Or let's take a gamble, the old man bets that he can break the formation successfully, and the bet is the bell under him!" The monk laughed as he stepped back.

"Hey, times have really changed, and monks have learned to gamble! But fat monk, I'm not interested in your bell, if you want to bet, bet on your "Bomi" in the sea! Changle Jushi laughed, "He can't break the bet, the bet is on the teapot in his hand!" ”

"Who is rare in broken teapots, if you want to bet, bet on your live ginseng in Changbai Mountain, how about it?" Mother-in-law Fenghuo is also energetic, "The old lady bets that he can break it, and the bet is the wind and fire knife in the old lady's hand!" ”

"Who is rare to break a knife, if you want to bet, bet on your "Wind and Fire Knife Method"!" Chang Le Jushi nodded, as soon as these words came out, the gamble of the three of them was decided!

Granny Fenghuo and the monk who had no chance bet that Feng Qingyang could win, but he bet that he couldn't.

Therefore, his face was very relaxed, because the Twelve Sword Formation was really difficult to break.

And the Fenghuo mother-in-law and the monk Wuyuan were a little dignified, they all looked at Feng Qingyang intently, hoping that he could fight for some energy, don't a hundred years have passed, he has lost the demeanor of the year, then they will lose a lot!

The same staring at the Fengda Immortal is the Tiger Head Immortal, and he is scolding in his heart, when will this grandson drink, the sun will go down in a while, he can't wait to see the scene where he won the Wine Sword Immortal, what kind of joy will it be?

"Well, that's what I want!" Feng Qingyang drank a quarter of an hour's wine in one go, and it was estimated that there were twenty or thirty catties in total.

Ordinary people don't have this efficiency, but who is he, wine fairy, drinking wine is more enjoyable than drinking water.

Twenty or thirty pounds of good wine went down, and the strength of the wine immediately came up, as if the whole person was floating.

Feng Da Immortal wanted this feeling, so he took the wine jug, and then broke through the air and went directly into a valley.

That is the entrance of the Twelve Immortal Caves of Kunlun, that is, the location of the Twelve Sword Formations.

"It's finally good, the old man has been waiting for a long time!" Seeing this, the Fenghuo mother-in-law and they were all nervous, and the show finally began, it was both nervous and excited, nervous about winning and losing, and excited that every moment in the next moment would be recorded in the history of cultivating immortals.

As for the tiger head immortal, there is only excitement.

Without waiting for Feng Qingyang to land, he unleashed the Peerless Flying Sword and opened the Twelve Sword Formation, as if he was afraid that Feng Qingyang would regret it and run away again.

Teng Teng!

As soon as the Tiger Head Great Immortal's peerless flying sword was struck, the valley like a water spoon suddenly lit up with Dao sword light, as if twelve stars had broken through the ground, and quickly converged into a huge starlight ball around Feng Qingyang.

The twelve stars continued to rotate, drawing colorful sword fire, as if pulling up ropes of sword fire around Feng Qingyang, and then weaving into a large net, completely locking him inside.

"This is the Twelve Swords Formation? Not so good! Look, the old man can break it with it! Seeing this scene, Granny Fenghuo and the others all looked anxious, they had all tried to break it before, but they had not succeeded.

Decades passed, and these twelve sword formations seemed to be more powerful than before, obviously with the passage of time, the power of this formation was getting bigger and bigger.

And Feng Qingyang smiled madly, he seemed very calm when he had just come up, and he walked staggering in the formation.

Seeing a small willow tree growing in front of him, he shook his hand, and a sword qi cut off the willow tree, and the small tree pole fell directly into his hands.

He used it as a long sword and shook it, and then pointed at the tiger-headed immortal outside the array.