Master Huang chased the panther all the way away, and soon after, a person appeared next to the big pit.

The man was in his early forties, his facial features were like knives, and his figure exuded an indescribable depression.

He held a wine gourd in his hand, and walked staggeringly, as if he had drunk high, and he might get drunk on the side of the road at any time.

Standing on the edge of the pit, a ray of essence suddenly flashed in the uncle's drunken eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Sure enough, it is the breath of the forbidden spell, and the one who can cast the forbidden spell must be the grandmaster, how can this person enter the Baiyun Dungeon?" ”

He walked around the big pit, kept drinking, calculated the step point in his heart, and looked a little stunned: "No more, no less, exactly one kilometer range." This person's forbidden spell attainments have at least reached the realm of perfection. Among the eight great masters, no one has this ability, who is he? ”

After talking to himself for a while, the drunkard uncle simply sat on the ground, looked at the pit in a daze for half an hour, and suddenly muttered to himself: "There was a messenger in the fairy trail back then, who practiced special exercises, but he could hide his own breath and hide the detection of the instrument. Could it be that this person is from the Immortal Trail and is ordered to carry out a mission in this White Cloud Dungeon? ”

Speaking of this, he sighed: "I still underestimate the two major hidden sects of Shenyin and Immortal Trace, it seems that not only do I know that thing is hidden in the White Cloud Dungeon, but Divine Hidden Immortal Trace also wants to attack that thing." With my current skills, it's hard to get that thing, ......."

Uncle Drunkard looked even more lonely, and when he reached his level, he had already understood a truth: as long as it was something that was hidden by the gods and the fairy trail, outsiders couldn't grab it, and they didn't even have the courage to fight for it.

He collapsed on the side of the road, pouring wine into his mouth.

Strange to say, the wine of that wine gourd seems to be endless, flowing out in a steady stream.

Two hours later, a group of men arrived from a distance.

This group of adventurers had a sense of déjà vu when they were fully loaded, each carrying large bags of animal skins, and the smell of blood could not hide the joy of picking up leaks in their hearts.

The animal skins in front of them are only a part of their trophies, and there are many animal skins hidden in secret places, waiting to be taken out together when they leave the dungeon.

"Seventh Master, there is a person lying there, is he dead?" A sharp-eyed mercenary spoke.

"It's so heavy to drink, what's the matter with this person, running to the dungeon to buy drunk?" The other mercenary with a sharp nose was confused.

Long Qi, who was in the lead, walked over to take a closer look, and suddenly shook violently, and knelt down: "Junior to meet Grandmaster Gu!" ”

When the rest of the mercenaries heard this, they were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

Seeing the great master and bowing, this is an unwritten rule of the rivers and lakes.

Looking at the drunken drunkard uncle, the mercenaries also remembered a legendary figure.

Among the eight great masters of the Eastern Kingdom, there is only one grandmaster surnamed Gu, named Gushu Changqing.

This person also has a nickname, Gu Sandao, and it is said that he never uses a fourth knife against his enemies.

At the peak, the ancient trees were evergreen, and the knife skills were superb, and they were once known as the first swordsman in the world.

Ling Cong peeked at the drunken man, his eyes were extremely hot, revealing endless worship.

I want to practice "Three Swords" when the great smart soul resonated, and its founder was the ancient tree evergreen. Don't look at the three slashes are just basic combat skills, but they are known as the first foundation building knife method at that time, and they have been well received by countless experts.

Since the epiphany, he found his talent and expertise, and he regarded Gu Sandao as his idol, and today he actually saw this idol-level figure with his own eyes.

Although the rest of the mercenaries were not fans of Gu Sandao, they also showed a strong respect.

It was not only the awe of the low-level warriors for the great grandmaster, but also the admiration of ordinary people for the heroes.

When some foreign media complained about the grandmaster of the Eastern Kingdom, they often said that there were only "seven and a half" grandmasters in the Eastern Kingdom.

And that half of the grandmaster refers to the evergreen ancient tree.

Back then, Gu Shu Changqing was a nine-star grandmaster with the title of the world's first swordsman, which can be called infinitely beautiful. Sixteen years ago, a high-level dungeon in Tianhe City inexplicably opened a reverse portal, and tens of thousands of strange beasts poured out, and the ancient tree Changqing happened to be nearby and slaughtered the strange beasts.

Seeing that there were more strange beasts surging out, the ancient tree evergreen used the forbidden spell that he was not skilled enough to completely melt the dungeon. As a result of this, he was repulsed by the forbidden spell and vomited blood on the spot and fell into a coma.

The ancient three swords who were rescued lost most of their strength, and they fell from a nine-star warrior to a seven-star warrior!

The story is not over here, according to the results of the consultation of several famous doctors at that time, the ancient tree evergreen was eaten too badly, and he was also attacked by the evil forces hidden in the alien dungeon, and he could never return to his peak state in this life, and he could not even re-cultivate to the eight-star level.

To put it simply, a generation of grandmasters can only be a seven-star warrior in the second half of his life.

Everyone understood what a huge sacrifice the ancient tree had made, and if he hadn't released the forbidden spell at that time, the millions of residents of Tianhe City would have suffered a devastating disaster.

Since then, the ancient tree has become the most tragic hero of the Eastern Kingdom.

For sixteen years, this tragic hero has been drunk all day long, wandering all corners of the world, and gradually forgotten by the world.

No one expected that the former great master would be drunk in the Baiyun Dungeon today.

Facing the kneeling of a group of mercenaries, the drunkard uncle opened his eyes and said impatiently: "You recognize the wrong person, go quickly, don't disturb my sleep." ”

The mercenaries were silent and left helplessly.

Ling Cong took a few steps, his eyes were extremely unwilling, he suddenly gritted his teeth and ran back like crazy.

Under the stunned gaze of his companions, Da Ming knelt down in front of the drunkard uncle with a loud voice: "Gu senior, please take me as an apprentice!" ”

Bang!

The drunkard uncle lay down and didn't move, but Da Clever flew upside down a dozen steps at once, and he couldn't take care of himself.

At this time, the drunkard uncle spoke: "Get out, Lao Tzu is in a bad mood today, don't force me to kill!" ”

Da Ming got up from the ground and ran over again.

"Ling Cong, come back!"

Long Qi hurriedly spoke out to stop it, there is a way that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the ancient tree is evergreen and now he is also a seven-star powerhouse, if he really wants to provoke him, he can destroy this team of mercenaries in a flash.

How do you know that Da Ming is very persistent, and he rushed over and knelt down again: "Gu senior, please accept me as an apprentice!" ”

Syllable!

This time, everyone saw the ancient seniors make a move, and he slapped the big smart and flew out twenty steps away.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient seniors scolded very irritably: "Uncle said one last time, you recognized the wrong person!" ”

Blood was on the corner of the big smart man's mouth that fell to the ground, and he struggled a few times before standing up again.

From childhood to adulthood, the famous head iron who is very smart likes to go to the dark, only to see him staggering over and kneeling down again: "Ancient seniors, I saw your photos in the Grandmaster List of the War Emperor Forum, and I still have your poster hanging in my home, and I definitely didn't recognize the wrong person." No matter what others say about you, you will always be a great hero in my mind. One person saves a city, you deserve these seven words! ”