A glass of turbid wine, on the sky!

Zhao Zimo saw that Liu Changqing was leaving, so he directly toasted a glass of wine, but after suffocating the glass, he only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and the qi was surging.

It's not just a human drink, it's a drink that the gods drink.

"Good wine, good wine...... Zhao Zimo's eyes were foggy, he patted Liu Changqing's shoulder, and directly burped, I don't know what's wrong, his eyes were dark, and then he 'poofed' and fell under the table......

The fourth senior brother Zhang Xuanyi was so bad that he didn't feel sorry for the drunken immortal brew, and originally wanted to drag him aside and let him sleep, but only then did he react: "Isn't Senior Brother Zimo a martial artist tomorrow, he is so bored that he can't get drunk for three days and three nights?" ”

Liu Changqing snorted: "Maybe, which of you will refine the true qi for him, and clean up the wine by the way?" ”

"Not available!"

"Drink!"

"Why don't you go to Hualongfeng to take a bath, as if you haven't been there?"

"That's it, let him sleep!" It is conceivable that Liu Changqing is a little junior brother who is out of tune, and when Zhao Zimo is not sober, this group of senior brothers will definitely not be much better.

…………

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Zimo rubbed his head and got up from the ground, and saw Liu Changqing and the senior brothers who fell to the ground, saying goodbye one by one, planning to leave alone.

As a result, he saw Zhao Zimo get up, and his eyes widened: "How is it possible, in the realm of my fourth senior brother, after drinking a jar of wine, he is not as drunk as a dead dog, how can you get up?" ”

Of the two jars of drunken immortal brew, only the fourth senior brother Zhang Xuanyi drank the most and slept more deeply, as for the other senior brothers, they also drank a lot, so they all lay on the ground and didn't get up at this time.

As for Zhao Zimo's ability to wake up, it has a lot to do with his physique, otherwise he would really have to sleep for two or three days.

He stood up and shook his head, and said with a puzzled expression, "You didn't drink yesterday?" ”

"Drink it, just half a cup, I'm going down the mountain today, I definitely can't drink more, get them drunk, I'm worried when I send them away, I'm most annoyed by this kind of parting thing.

Just like my fifth senior brother Su Rushi, he didn't even say hello, he went down the mountain directly, which was chic. Liu Changqing sighed a little, he has been here in Luojian Peak since he can remember, and he has lived for twenty years, if he wants to say that he goes down the mountain alone, he must have a lot of reluctance, but there is no way.

"The martial arts of Hualong Peak are about to start, you go quickly, I'm leaving, I'll see you at the bottom of the mountain in the future!"

Zhao Zimo walked over quickly, grabbed his arm, and hurriedly said, "Don't, don't." ”

"What?"

"Can you wait for me at the bottom of the mountain, I guess after this martial arts is over, I may have to go down the mountain to practice......" Zhao Zimo said very tactfully.

But Liu Changqing is not stupid, because after he heard this sentence, his right eyelid jumped badly, and he shook his head directly and decisively: "No, no, no, I have nothing to do with you, I will see you again in the future, I will go first." ”

Without waiting for Zhao Zimo to hold on again, he turned his head and spit out a small sword, which suddenly turned into a three-zhang long flying sword and shuttled between the sea of clouds, as if a dragon was turning the clouds and rain, and he said hello to Zhao Zimo, jumped back a few steps back, and disappeared directly into the sea of clouds, but a few seconds later.

He broke through the sea of clouds with his sword again, leaving behind a smug laugh: "Hahahaha, Lao Tzu, I finally came down the mountain!! ”

Zhao Zimo watched him leave, then shook his head and strolled to the Dragon Peak.

………………

The sect's small martial arts will be divided into the top three today.

When Zhao Zimo came here, he found that there were more audiences today, especially He Lixuan, a little rabbit cub, who appeared again today, but there were no inner disciples gathered around him, just a person quietly watching this martial arts, which seemed to have changed a lot.

But who is Zhao Zimo, his eyes are bright, when this little bastard looks at himself, he doesn't smile, and obviously wants to take revenge on himself.

And He Lixuan also thought so, those two slaps that day couldn't be in vain, he knew that he couldn't provoke Lin Shixian, let alone Li Daochun, but he dared to provoke Zhao Zimo, not to mention that he didn't plan to take action in person.

The remaining eleven people will be drawn by lot for the competition arrangement.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, that Li Bufan took shit luck and actually drew a wooden stick without an opponent.

And Zhao Zimo raised his eyebrows, and in the first game, he faced He Wentian's ninth personal disciple, Jia Hao!

The two walked into the ring together and saluted at the same time.

"Ask Tianfeng, Jia Hao!"

"Step on Immortal Peak, Zhao Zimo!"

"Today's first competition, begin!"

Zhao Zimo carried the Qingfeng Sword on his back and stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't seem to have the intention of making the first move.

And Jia Hao, as a true disciple of Wen Tianfeng, if he wants to say that he lost face that day, Shouza will definitely not be happy, but Shouza will definitely not find a venue in person.

But why did Jia Hao ask the disciple of Tian's personal disciple, if he had the opportunity, he must save this face, and at the same time, he could make the master more optimistic about himself.

So Jia Hao carried a narrow scimitar, he didn't use a sword, and squinted his eyes at this time and said, "Senior brother, I won't show mercy!" ”

"Then please make a move!"

Jia Hao came out of the knife very quickly, he reached the innate realm, and he was accepted as a true disciple of the Tiantian, but it was only a year and a half earlier than Zhao Zimo's entry, he used to be mixed with the rivers and lakes, and the days of licking blood on the knife edge passed for a long time, and he never expected that one day he would enter the immortal gate.

Although the vast majority of people in the Pure Yang Sword Sect use swords, as long as they are not from the main peak, they can use other weapons, and he is used to using swords, so naturally he will not abandon his sword to practice swords.

So the moment he took out the knife, Zhao Zimo knew that he had met his opponent.

Jia Hao's knife technique is tricky, close to the ground and rolling, the knife qi is condensed but not dispersed, always maintained on the knife body, exuding a layer of white light, very dazzling.

And this kind of hobby, Zhao Zimo also has it, the sword qi is attached to the sword, increasing the lethality, as long as it is not released, it can save a lot of true qi, so he also rises to the challenge and is not afraid.

Just look at a burst of sword light and sword shadows.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in a short period of time.

Sparks flew everywhere, although there was no sword qi and sword qi, but the sword moves and sword moves could be said to be used to the extreme, and they were all fatal.

The two of them didn't have a short rest at all, and without changing one breath, Jia Hao once again stepped closely, and his knife technique only had three tips!

Fast! Knife fast! Eyes fast!

Seeing that he slashed diagonally, and suddenly bloomed a dazzling sword qi halfway, Zhao Zimo sneered, regardless of whether the Qingfeng Sword could withstand all his true qi, he integrated it all, and the two qi were handed over, only to hear an explosion.

The Qingfeng sword directly turned into two, but the moment Zhao Zimo grabbed the scimitar and was shaken open, his left hand kept pointing out, and he shouted softly: "Open the mountain!" ”

An invisible sword qi stopped in front of Jia Hao's eyebrows!

An inner gate elder stopped the sword qi out of thin air, and said indifferently: "Step on the Immortal Peak, Zhao Zimo wins!" ”

Jia Hao was not injured, he arched his hand at Zhao Zimo, and got out of the ring indifferently, but just as he was leaving, he glanced at He Lixuan, He Lixuan nodded with him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Is this the hole card......"