That night, Tang Xian and Dian Shaoqing had a drink, and even the single-minded Taoist priest who usually didn't drink alcohol was also hummed a little song with a smile on his face after being poured two taels of yellow wine by Tang Xian.

Such a single-minded Taoist priest really opened the eyes of Tang Xian and others, and the one-minded Taoist priest who usually had a wooden expression showed another side of himself for the first time.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was already bright, and a ray of light from the east pierced the dark night sky and sprinkled onto the earth.

At this time, Dian Shaoqing, who poured five catties of rice wine, was already drunk.

Wang Ermad was also sleeping soundly with a big green grass carp in his arms, and the Yixin Taoist priest didn't know where to sneak away to cultivate the Demon Breaking Heart Sutra.

On the grass, there are only Tang Xian and Zhao Gou.

Tang was lying on the grass, half-raising his head, squinting at the sky, his eyes were drunk and hazy, and the flat-headed brother on the side, his whole body was buried in the wine jar, and he was still drinking.

When Zhao Gou was not supporting the boat, he still held the sword in his arms and said little, but he accompanied him from beginning to end.

"Dog?" Tang Xian opened his mouth and asked, "How is the sword practice?"

"It's okay!" Zhao Gou replied simply.

Tang Xian changed his posture and asked with interest, "How is the record?"

After getting the sword spectrum, Zhao Gou often looked for someone to fight, but he didn't win a game.

When I was halfway through the wine last night, I lost to Wang Ermad again, and Wang Ermad, who was only nine products, won Zhao Gouhe without suspense by relying on internal strength.

Zhao Gou didn't think about it, and replied directly: "I challenged a total of one hundred and twenty-eight times, and lost one hundred and twenty-eight times." ”

"It's good!" Tang Xian praised: "Losing once is called unwillingness, losing fifty times is called waste, if you lose one hundred and twenty-eight times, it is persistence." ”

"Hey......" Tang Xian sighed slightly, and said leisurely through the wine: "This fucking Jianghu is the best thing to do...... It is probably to erase the fall of the arrogant, smooth the arrogance of the arrogant, and kill the arrogance of the rebel. As long as you continue to lose, although you can't win against others, you will win the whole world!"

Zhao Gou didn't speak, but just held the grass and trees in his hand tighter.

Tang Xian looked at the sky and said, "It's almost dawn, it's time to go back and sleep." ”

Zhao Gou also looked at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "It's almost dawn, it's time to practice swords!"

After that, Zhao Gou got up with his sword and stretched out towards the peach blossoms, leaving only Tang Xian and a group of drunk people.

Looking at Zhao Gou's distant figure, Tang Xian smiled slightly, and took out a fist-sized object from his arms, translucent.

It was the Seven-Rank Demon Pill that he took from Zhao Ye.

In an instant, the fragrance was overflowing, and the crystal green reflected the firelight, which was very dazzling.

Judging from the quality of this demon pill, it should belong to the seven-grade demon beast - the five-colored spirit deer.

The five-colored spirit deer in adulthood can reach the level of seven grades, and the power of the demon pill is even more rich and strong, and the most important thing is that the energy is mild and easy to absorb, which is a rare treasure for beast cultivators.

"Cut, Old Thief Zhao still has this kind of treasure, it seems that I will have to put some effort into him in the future!" Tang Xian muttered to himself.

At this time, Tang Xian closed his eyes slightly, the sea meridians in his body were running, and the energy quickly ran several cycles in the meridians.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no alcohol in my eyes at this time, and I regained my clarity.

Tang Xian weighed the demon pill of the five-colored spirit deer, and said softly: "It's time to advance to the seventh grade, you can't be surpassed by Ah Gou, right?"

After that, Tang Xian stretched out his hand and dragged the flat-headed brother out of the wine jar, and in the dissatisfied screams of the flat-headed brother, a flicker and disappeared.

When the brightness in front of him returned again, Tang Xian had already come to the sea meridian space.

The vast sea passage space, calm and calm, a huge light curtain stretches for thousands of miles, and the demon beasts inside have hideous faces and are about to come out.

Even though he often returned to the Sea Scripture space to cultivate, Tang Xian was still involuntarily shocked by the scene in the Sea Scripture space.

I'm afraid that this "Classic of the Sea" can no longer be described by exercises, but a top-level treasure of heaven and earth.

Throwing the flat-headed brother aside, his legs hanging in the air, sitting cross-legged in the air, and raising the demon pill in his hand.

Tang Xian looked at Brother Pingtou and said with a smile: "Brother Pingtou, the old rules, one person and half!"

"Woooo

Tang Xian stuffed the demon pill into his mouth and bit it hard.

"Boom!", the demon pill split into two halves, half of it went down the throat, and the other half was thrown into the air, and the flat-headed brother jumped up, picked up the demon pill, and swallowed it one by one.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that Tang Xian will be a loser, and the priceless seven-grade demon pill will be fed to the beast in vain.

And the moment the demon pill entered his throat, it suddenly turned into energy and penetrated into Tang Xian's body.

Suddenly, Tang Xian groaned comfortably.

It is worthy of the demon pill of the five-colored spirit deer, and the demon aura is extremely gentle, much softer than the one given by Wu Shishi before.

If it is said that the demon pill under Tang Xian's suit before can turn into a monstrous wave and hit Tang Xian's meridians. Then the demon pill of the five-colored spirit deer is a trickle, slowly penetrating and infiltrating into Tang Xian's meridians.

It formed a silent momentum of moisturizing things, and gradually transmitted the energy to Tang Xian's body layer by layer.

Every week that the energy of the "Sea Classic" circulates for a week, the energy in Tang Xian's body can grow by a point, and more than ten weeks have passed, Tang Xian can already clearly feel that his body is like a jar full of water, and now the water in the irrigation has not passed the bottleneck, and it is about to overflow.

"It's almost ...... It's almost ...... It's coming!"

Tang Xian held his breath, trying to calm down his heart and suppress the battle spirit that was churning like a tsunami.

"Click......"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded in Tang Xian's ears.

A crack opened in the impregnable barrier, and then the crack spread out like a spider's web, bigger and longer.

In the end, Tang Xian finally couldn't hold back the strong fighting intent, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a barrel of explosives, and with just a small spark, he could completely ignite himself and burst out with incomparable energy.

"Break it for Lao Tzu!"

Tang Xian roared angrily.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and in an instant, Tang Xian felt that the tall city wall in front of him had collapsed, and the powerful energy was like a thousand troops, rumbling and rolling forward, doubling Tang Xian's meridians in an instant.

"Seven grades!" Tang Xian burst out.

Instantly opened his angry eyes, his eyes widened, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and a powerful battle intent poured out, and his eyes were red, as if a layer of intense flames were burning.

Feeling the energy of the lower seventh grade and the hardships of promotion, Tang Xian couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart.

You must know that the three hurdles of cultivation are the ninth grade of the non-grade, the sixth grade of the seventh grade, and the third grade of the fourth grade.

Now that I haven't encountered the second hurdle, I have been delayed for so long in the promotion of the eighth grade to the seventh grade, and I don't know what kind of catastrophe I will experience when the seventh grade is promoted to the sixth grade.

You must know that in the rivers and lakes, it is common to see nine-rank martial artists, eight-rank martial artists are rare, and seventh-grade martial artists are already rare, unless it is a genius in some sects to achieve this kind of cultivation, otherwise within a radius of a hundred miles from Dongting Town, how can there be only a few seven-rank martial artists who are less than one hand?

Counting up the six grades, some martial artists can't even meet one even after a few years of cultivation.

In the rivers and lakes, from the seventh grade to the sixth grade, there is a cliff-like fault, which can also show that the second hurdle is difficult to cross.

However, at this time, Tang Xian's surprise was just that the white horse passed through the gap, and he was instantly shrouded by the battle intent like the waves, at this time Tang Xian just wanted to find someone to fight happily, no matter how strong the other party was, even if he was beaten, it could make Tang Xian feel the comfort of massage.

Tang Xian tugged on the neck of the flat-headed brother, and suddenly flashed out of the sea meridian space.

In the open space, Dian Shaoqing was still drunk and asleep, Wang Er was crazily curled up on the ground, talking in a dream, the Taoist priest was nowhere to be found, and Zhao Gou practiced swords.

In the huge Shuibo Peach Mountain, Tang Xian couldn't find an opponent who could fight.

Tang Xian's eyes were fierce, like a beast, scanning around.

Suddenly, Tang Xian's eyes aimed at the low mountain peak in the distance.

Suddenly, Tang Xian's whole person trembled with excitement, the energy under his feet exploded with all his strength, and the whole person pulled out an afterimage in the air, rushing towards the mountain peak, and roared heartbreakingly: "Old thief Zhao, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heavens spare!

After a while, Wang Er woke up with sleepy eyes, looked at the roasted green grass carp in his arms, and took a bite in a daze, like chewing wax, his eyes were chewing blankly.

Suddenly, faintly from the mountain peak where Zhao Ye lived in the distance, there was a muffled sound of "bang!", which passed through the layers of woods and reached Wang Er's crazy ears.

Immediately after, a terrible scream echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Huh?" Wang Ermad immediately pricked up his ears and said to himself suspiciously: "Sounds ...... It's a bit like the sound of an idle child?"

After a while, I saw a person rolling down the mountain in the shape of a ball.

Roll directly to Wang Ermad's side, spread it out and take a look, it is Tang Xian!

Tang Xian had many bruises on his body, blood was dripping from his nostrils, and a big hole was knocked open on his head by a boulder on the mountain, and blood was flowing.

Wang Er was stunned and asked, "Idle...... Idle ...... Are you alright?"

Tang Xian got up with difficulty, wiped the blood on his nose with his sleeve, grinned, and said, "Happy!"