When Ying Long woke up, he was already lying in the square of Beihai City, with the wooden sword hanging from his waist and a bag of fresh live fish beside him.

He got up in despair, raised his eyes, and saw that the bustling crowd around him was all looking at the ring, only to see the sword qi on the ring agitating, flashing brightly, two figures shuttling between them, and the crowd was cheering.

The battle was half loud, the two people in the ring were tense, on the left was the owner of the Beihai Sword Pavilion - Yanyun Road, on the right was the owner of the Qinshui Sword Pavilion - Qintian, it was common for the Beihai City to compete in the ring, but the two hall owners were very few in person to compare swords, not to mention that the two of them were not only competing with sword moves, but also testing sword power, when the fighting spirit was hearty, they had completely ignored it, and the flying sword qi had seriously injured several people in the audience, and the spectators scattered in panic.

Ying Long stood up in a daze, his head tingled for a while, the crowd retreated so suddenly, and overturned him to the ground, Ying Long was angry for a while, and was about to have a seizure, but his limbs couldn't exert any strength, so he had to sit cross-legged on the ground, close his eyes and breathe.

The strength of Fireworks Dao and Qinshui is equal, and they have been fighting for hundreds of rounds, and suddenly a sword slash flew out, facing Ying Long who fell to the ground.

The crowd shouted loudly, but the flying sword qi was full, and no one dared to come forward to rescue, Ying Long closed his eyes and breathed, and ignored people's calls

Suddenly, a white shadow jumped on the shoulders of the crowd, this person was holding a folding fan, white clothes and white robes, long hair fluttering, his body was very light, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ying Long's body, and a long sword poked out of the folding fan, the sword body was black and white, like rice paper dyed with ink.

His face was grim, he raised his sword to stab, and forcibly caught this sword qi, but he was also shocked and retreated, and several white-shirted servants rushed out of the crowd, supported this person, and shouted:

"Young Master, are you injured?" - "Young Master, are you okay!"

The man held his chest, coughed incessantly, and shouted weakly:

"Father, uncle, there are enough good wine and good food at home, you can rest and rest!"

This person is the young hall master of the Beihai Sword Pavilion - Mo Ran, Yan Yundao in the ring saw that his sword qi almost injured his son, and he was even more ashamed, and hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Brother Qinshui, you and I are equal, it's not interesting to fight any longer! I've prepared a wine banquet, why don't you have a glass of wine!"

Qin Shui laughed loudly and said, "It's okay!"

The two stopped at the same time, and the fireworks road looked at his son cautiously, and said in a low voice:

"Son, it's not hurt!"

Qin Shui was shocked in his heart, carefully looked at the ink dye, and saw that this person was young and slender, and he dared to take the sword qi of Fang Cai, the attainments in the sword path were really not small, and among his disciples, there were really few who could compare with him, he sighed, and said in his heart:

"It's just that I'm on an equal footing with Yanyun Dao's swordsmanship, but after all, my disciples can't find one who can be on par with Mo Ran, how many years later, I still don't have dry bones? Can the Qinshui Dao Pavilion at that time really dominate Beihai City like today? I am a tie in this sword competition, but what about in the future?" Thinking of this, he was even more depressed, and he had no interest in drinking, so he pushed aside the crowd and walked straight.

Yanyun Dao saw that Aiko only suffered some internal injuries and only needed to recuperate for a few days, so he immediately laughed a few times, and was about to hold Qin Tian's arm and get drunk, but where could he find Qin Tian's figure, Mo Ran also pointed to a place in the crowd and said:

"Go see the guy who just fainted!"

The crowd retreated, but the ground was empty, and only one dead fish remained.

Ying Long returned home in a trance, Xi Nan had already put the wine he had just sent into the jar and stacked it together, he moved a stool and sat aside, his face was entangled.

The fish in Ying Long's hand were all shocked to death by the sword qi just now, he threw the dead fish aside, and said, "Master, quickly teach me swordsmanship, I want to kill!"

Xi Nan smiled, looked behind Ying Long, and asked:

"Didn't the girl come back with you?"

Ying Long blushed and said, "There is a relative of hers in Beihai City, and she won't come back for the time being!"

"Hahaha!Hahaha!It's good not to come back!It's good not to come back!" Xi Nan didn't care about Ying Long's face like the bottom of the pot, held the wine jar in his arms, and laughed: "I'm happy for the teacher today, I'll teach you swordsmanship!"

After Xinan laughed, he groaned slightly and said:

"This 'Nine Extremes' swordsmanship, when swinging the sword, it seems to be above the nine heavens, the swordsmanship is light and strong, there are a total of nine styles, for the teacher, I will teach you the first style!"

Ying Long originally felt that the nine-style swordsmanship was too few and too few, but when he saw Xi Nan leaping freely and the sword shadow fluttering, he was very happy in his heart, and waved his arms with him.

After Xi Nan finished dancing with a sword, he stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"This is the first form, I have a name - wine is intoxicating! Doesn't it sound good?"

Ying Long took the wooden sword, held his breath and condensed, only to feel that the shadow of the sword flickered vaguely in front of him, closed his eyes and held the sword, and demonstrated it according to the appearance of Xi Nan.

Xi Nan looked at Ying Long from time to time, only to see that his moves were clumsy, and he didn't look light, and sighed:

"How can a swordsmanship be so cumbersome, I-I have to find a way!" Wei Yi pondered, and shouted, "Disciple, you come here!"

Ying Long put away his sword, and felt that the dragon qi in his body was faint in the veins, and he could spray out at any time, but he couldn't find the trick, so he asked:

"Master, how did I practice this trick of 'drunken self-intoxication'?"

Xi Nan smiled but didn't answer, and beckoned: "You come here!"

As soon as Ying Long passed, Xi Nan threw the wine jug in his arms and said:

"Drink it all!"

Ying Long looked embarrassed and said:

"Master, I don't drink!"

Xi Nan said: "How can my drunkard's apprentice not drink, do you drink or not? If you don't drink, I will expel you from the master!"

Ying Long stared at the wine jar in his arms, and raised his head to drink it clean, only to feel that the wine had rushed into his internal organs, his chest was slightly hot, and his face was already red, he raised the wine jar in front of his eyes and poked it a few times, muttering to himself:

"Xinan, this wine—this wine—"

Seeing that his cheeks were red and his steps were shaking, he was obviously extremely drunk, so he hurriedly forced him into the practice room, looked at the wine jar in the corner, and sighed:

"So where is the wine, I'll have to find some wine!"

Ying Long felt light and fluttering, as if floating on water, and he was even more handy when he swung his sword, and he stabbed at him, and his sword aura was sharp, which was no different from that of Xi Nancai.