Shigeyama Mansion is already the sixth stop.

The ritual of the inspection, the process is already very familiar.

Zhou Forging Jie envoy's welcome gave this holy son enough face, after all, although he can't say that he has all the opportunities, he is also very busy.

Today, he specially pushed away all affairs, saying that he wanted to come to see this famous Great Wei Sword King, the future Holy Gate Master.

Feasting.

Seated.

Be booked up.

A few opening remarks.

Dancing girls flutter and drums beat.

This feast began with the wind and dust.

A moment later.

Xia Ji raised the bronze wine glass in front of him and shook it slightly, the wine in the cup was shattered, exuding a cold and strong fragrance.

A feeling that you can turn red when you drink it arises from the bottom of my heart.

"Congratulations to the Son!"

"Congratulations to the Son!"

There was a noisy and crowded crowd of people around for drinking.

This heavy mountain house patrol is the sixth station, it's really interesting, I thought it was the same as before, ordinary, but I didn't expect someone to dare to poison themselves?!

It's scary.

You're going to poison me.

Xia Ji frowned, his eyes swept over the group of people who persuaded him to drink, and his expression was keenly noticed by the Jiedu envoy, and his expression was a little unnatural.

The Holy Son raised his voice and said, "Drink!"

Then he took a sip of the wine.

There were many sounds of drinking around him, and Xia Ji squinted his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the heavy mountain mansion festival.

I silently said in my heart: "Exchange the wine I drink for true qi." ”

Response: "It can be exchanged for 60 years of internal strength." ”

"Confirm the redemption. ”

Drifting red...

It's red!

[True Qi, +1+1+1+1~~~]

Familiar red.

It appeared in the Wanzhou City Restaurant in Chongshan Mansion full of celebratory atmosphere.

Yijiazi's internal strength, Xia Ji would be happy to die before he was replaced, but now, it is only a small part of his strength.

Let's look at the state.

【Summer Pole】

[True Qi: 2207 units]

[True Meaning: Death, 1 unit]

Talking is better than nothing, and it can only be said that talking is better than nothing.

But it can be exchanged for a jiazi, and this poison is a real strange poison.

"Weekly festival envoys. ”

Xia Ji suddenly smiled and got up, "Come here." ”

The man dressed as a scribe was full of red faces, haha, and said, "Yes, the old man, as the master, is really not authentic, he should have come to toast a long time ago, haha." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Forging poured himself a glass, and then stepped forward.

At this moment, the happiness on his face didn't need to be disguised at all, because the Holy Son had drunk the wine, and he had already completed the task.

When the crown prince of Great Wei ascended the throne, he was one of the three founding princes.

It's so cool.

When the Holy Son said the word "come here", there was no respect, but Zhou Forging didn't care, he was about to die in a short time.

Why should he bother with a dead man?

I still want to thank you for coming, thank you for being my stepping stone.

When I become the third duke, I will definitely sprinkle a glass of wine under the moon for you on your death day.

"Hahaha, Holy Son, please!"

Zhou Forging stepped forward, held the cup in both hands, and said happily: "The old man will do it first as respect." ”

Xia Ji said lightly: "Slow." ”

Zhou Forging looked puzzled.

Xia Ji said: "You and I drink instead, I just left a small half of this glass of wine." ”

A moment of panic flashed in Zhou Duan's eyes, he wouldn't drink it, the ghost knows how fierce this poison is.

He had an idea, showed a look of dismay, and said angrily: "Is it so impolite?"

The two were originally the central figures of this banquet.

Although in the open space, the snow-white bare feet of the dancing girl trampled on the big drum.

Stepping on the feet, the drum beat rises with the dance, and even the hearts of the people are ready to move.

The ribbon is staggering, and a trace of it is elegant like a fairy, which is very beautiful.

The banquet tables are all arranged around this place.

But despite this, these dancers are not the center.

Because the people who come here to participate in the gathering are not ordinary people, they naturally do not only care about admiring the faces of the dancing girls, but they are always paying attention to the Holy Son, the festival envoy, and the Guru.

Seeing that there was a dispute here, they all immediately turned their eyes over.

Xia Ji lowered his voice and said, "It's okay if you don't drink it, tell me who gave you the things in this wine?"

Zhou Duan's face changed greatly, he could only deny it in one way, otherwise he would be dead no matter what.

But at this time, Xia Ji suddenly laughed, said "Don't be nervous", then stood up, touched the wine glass, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Gain 10 years of skill again.

It's so comfortable to be red.

He was just making sure.

As for the people who can make the movement and the motives for themselves, who else is there besides the prince?

It seems that he used Liu Pinru's trick to finally see through, and the prince also reacted in this way.

This reaction...

The meaning is simple.

That's never to die.

On the other side, Zhou Jiedu was stunned, he not only felt a kind of decadence that was recognized, but also felt a kind of decadence that was crushed in IQ.

Double decadence, uncomfortable.

He drank the wine calmly, but the mask on his face was a little difficult to hold, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and then returned.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

However, the poison that the prince gave himself was an extremely strange rebirth water.

The Son drank it, and he was doomed.

He's just playing tricks.

Thinking of this, Jiedu made him confident again, and his eyes were full of happiness.

Li Ying and Han Cicada sensed the situation here, and the two approached at the same time, close to Xia Ji.

Li Ying asked, "Are you okay?"

Han Cicada asked, "Lord, it's okay, right?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Go back to your seat." ”

The two attendants glanced at each other, and the chilling cicada frowned and snorted coldly, "Dead blind." ”

She hates the blind the most in her life, the god operator is a blind man, and this senior who became an entourage one step ahead of herself also seems to like to be blind.

So the cicada hated him.

There's no reason for it.

It's hate, it's just not pleasing to the eye.

Li Ying looked confused.

This knife nerd rejoiced again in his heart, fortunately, Lao Tzu only likes knives and does not like women.

Neurotic, you!

After three rounds of drinking, the second stage of the Templar's "Challenge" was on schedule.

The three giant drums for the dancers around the wine table were removed, leaving an open space for jousting.

The crowd began to look forward to this session.

I have to say that the younger generation of Chongshan Mansion still has real geniuses.

A handsome-looking, long-haired and shawl-looking young man in white walked out of the clearing, and his expression was even a little morbidly melancholy.

Raising his hand and clenching his fist, he looked at the Holy Son and said, "Ling Yuan, the Holy Hall of Chongshan Mansion, asks the Holy Son to teach him. ”

Xia Ji didn't get up, and looked at the weak young man in white quietly, "If your knife can be pulled out in front of me, even if I lose." ”

The young man named Ling Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and then a melancholy look appeared on his face, and he said softly: "That's offended." ”

After speaking, he put his hand on the hilt of the knife, pressed the knife, held the knife, and drew the knife, all in one go, and a cruel aura that was completely different from Wen Liang emanated from his body.

Xia Ji didn't move, he poured himself a glass of wine, closed his eyes and drank it quietly.

On Ling Yuan's right hand, the green tendons suddenly burst out.

Whew... Whew...

The knife in his hand rubbed hard in the sheath, and he pulled it out with difficulty, but when he reached the third and a half inches, he could no longer pull it out.

Ling Yuan looked behind Xia Ji in amazement.

Naturally, the guests in the hall had heard of the name of the little madman of the Templar.

Melancholy and weak, but when he fights, he is fast and ruthless, and he is even more ruthless to his enemies and himself.

So, they don't understand even more what's wrong with this little madman?

Obviously, the stupid Son said, "As long as he can pull out the sword, even if he loses", why didn't this little madman pull it out.

Is he taking care of the Son's face?

The master couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed heavily, suppressing his angry voice: "Ling Yuan!"

The weak young man seemed to be awakened by this sound, and let out a roar, his whole body was full of qi and blood, and he was about to burn his essence and blood.

Xia Ji's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said: "Enough! It's just a competition, don't work hard at every turn!"

Ling Yuan's body was agitated, the color in his eyes receded, he looked at the knife that only pulled out three and a half inches, and bowed respectfully: "Ling Yuan lost." ”

Xia Ji said lightly: "Come to me, you are my third attendant." ”

After saying this, the Holy Son in the black and gold robe looked sideways at the Jiedu Envoy, his lips moved, and a word was passed on in a secret way.

"Tell the people behind you, weapons are knives, and power techniques are also knives, Ling Yuan can't pull out a knife in front of me, and it's the same when he comes to me. ”