Bai Meng was stunned to watch the series of self-explorations, as if his heart had been trampled by some green grassland animal.

"I might as well say I won't tell you anything."

Bai Meng carefully read the content and made sure that nothing was missing, so he turned off the screen and prepared to find the wine man.

At this time, the voice of a bartender was heard in the lobby.

"A dream, come in."

Bai Meng was overjoyed, and hurriedly pushed the door in, only to find that the second junior brother and the third junior brother were already in the lobby.

The wine man sat on the futon, and the two junior disciples were also sitting on the futon opposite him, and there was a futon between the two of them, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

The wine man motioned for Nan Ke Yimeng to sit on it.

Nan Ke dreamed of seeing that he was full of vision, and honestly obeyed the master's words and sat down.

The wine Taoist pondered for a while, and said to Yimeng, who had just come in: "Yimeng, how are you practicing martial arts?" ”

Nan Ke Yimeng smiled a little embarrassed, "I have already practiced to the point of small success in climbing clouds and riding dragons, and I am almost beginner in Shushan swordsmanship." ”

The wine Taoist didn't say anything about her as usual, just nodded, Nan Ke glanced at the wine Taoist a little strangely, and then quickly swept over the two junior disciples next to him, and found that both of them had a solemn face, and they had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

"In this case, the three of you have now achieved corresponding achievements at the stage of Shushan Introductory Disciple, and if you want to continue to learn a higher stage of martial arts, you need to be promoted to the level of an inner disciple."

"It stands to reason that now you need to accumulate sect contributions and become inner disciples, but because you are a personal disciple of the poor Dao, you don't need such trouble."

Drunk Qingfeng and Jian Yixue couldn't help but be happy when they heard it, the two of them had been waiting for this time for a long time, but the ominous premonition in Nan Ke Yimeng's heart was getting stronger and stronger.

"But..." Sure enough, the wine man said another sentence, but the mood of the two sank again.

"Even if it is my own disciple, I can't teach it to you directly, the poor path goes down the mountain to practice, and what is more important is the right path in the world, so if your good and evil value reaches one hundred, you can come back to learn more advanced martial arts."

"You can go down the mountain today, and then I will close the Taoist temple, and come back to me when you grow up." The drinker waved his sleeves, and the sword next to him suddenly came out of its sheath and led the three of them out of the door.

Then the door of the Taoist temple closed with a bang, and only the three of them were startled by the sudden change before they could react.

"Hmph, I'm not interested in martial arts." Nan Ke was the first to react in a dream, and as soon as the corners of his mouth hooked, he flew to the temple with a few steps to climb the clouds and ride the dragon.

"Go and train yourselves, I'm going to stay here."

The remaining two glanced at each other, and looked at Nan Ke's figure flying in a dream.

However, Nan Ke Yimeng would not be happy after all, only to see the sword of the wine Taoist suddenly fly out, and swept Nan Ke Yimeng out with the scabbard.

Nan Ke fell to the ground in a dream, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't meet the requirements, don't come back to see me."

The voice of the drinker came from afar.

Drunk Qingfeng and Jian Yixue hurriedly ran over to help Nan Ke Yimeng up.

"Yimeng, are you alright?"

The two asked with concern, and Nan Ke was aggrieved in his heart and cried.

"Well, if I don't meet your requirements, I'll never come back."

Nan Ke cried and shouted inside in a dream, and then shook off the two people who helped her, and walked down the mountain angrily.

The two were helpless, bowed deeply to the Taoist temple, and walked down.

After a while, the figure of the wine Taoist appeared outside the view, and he couldn't help sighing in the direction where the three people left, and he didn't know if it was because of Nan Ke's dream or the future of the three of them.

On the other side, the drunken breeze and the sword were walking on the road dejectedly.

"Hey, where did Yimeng go, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye."

Drunk Qingfeng shook off his arm and said with a sad face.

"You're embarrassed to say that if you didn't have to go to the toilet just now, we wouldn't have found Senior Sister Yimeng." Jian Yixue looked at this five-year-old man with disdain.

Drunk Qingfeng hurriedly defended: "People have three urgencies, you can't hold it back, if you want to blame it, it's too real to blame this game, and even urinate and urinate." ”

Drunk Qingfeng put his hands behind his head and walked to the front, his face helpless and unhappy.

Jian Yixue suddenly became serious, "Do you really think it's just a game?" ”

Drunk Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the sword blood.

At this time, Jian Yixue looked surprised, pointed to the front and said in a panic: "Hold a big grass!" ”

"You don't hold the grass, do you?" Drunk Qingfeng looked at Jian Yi's bloody hand strangely and wondered.

"? Phew, you're just holding the grass, look ahead! ”

Drunk Qingfeng looked forward at this time, but it was dozens of people in tattered clothes walking towards this side, the important thing is that these people are still holding bright big knives in their hands, which are stained with blood, looking at the bloodstains, it seems that they have not dried yet, they should be contaminated.

"Who are these people?"

Drunk Qingfeng couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Boss, there are two more fat sheep here."

A thief-eyed man in the crowd said to a stout man next to him.

The boss glanced at the thief-eyed guy and pushed him away.

"Lao Tzu is not blind, I can't see such a big human pestle here."

The thief's eyebrows didn't dare to speak, stabilized the figure that was pushed away, and walked aside with a smile, but a trace of resentment flashed in his lowered eyes.

The boss walked forward, looked at the two of them and said, "Boy, you are unlucky today, hand over the sword in your hand, maybe Uncle I will spare your life." ”

After saying that, the crowd laughed wildly along with him, treating the two of them as fat sheep that could be easily cleaned up.

"Ah, we seem to be underestimated." Drunk Qingfeng picked up the fist glove on his waist, shook his head at the sword next to him and said.

The sword directly drew out the sword behind his back with a blood, "I'll come, you press the formation for me!" ”

After speaking, he walked directly to the boss.

Drunk Qingfeng shouted in vain in the rear: "I'm all wrapped in weapons, you foul!" ”

"How dare you underestimate us, little ones, give it to me."

The boss was underestimated on the spot, and immediately shouted angrily, but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly retreated back.

In the same way was the man who had the same eyebrows at the beginning, who was the loudest and moved to the rear.

"Hmph, I don't know what to say."

The sword snorted coldly, and the sword shadow in his hand flew, rushing into the crowd, as simple as cutting melons and vegetables, and going straight through the crowd.

A group of rabble, armed with broadswords, couldn't stop this person at all.

Boom! Soon only one man with a sword was left standing, his sword stained with blood, and corpses were thrown in all directions.

The boss looked at the demons in the field with trembling legs, but he couldn't think of escaping.