The wind is blowing the world, and the sound of cheering is echoing.

A shy boy with a sword.

The cold man looked at it, and the cold breath on his body disappeared,

The world is empty.

Those bustling voices seemed to disappear.

Xiao Bing's eyes suddenly turned white.

Xiao Bing suddenly chuckled, the illusion didn't seem to be, it felt light and comfortable.

In the distance, Ning He's brows suddenly furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "He... He... Drunk?"

Xiao Bing, who was on the martial arts field, suddenly let out a funny smile, his hair was a little scattered, and he rolled down his sleeves and sat on the ground, supporting his chin.

He stared at the sword of the green sword.

The smell of alcohol is clear in the air, and the smell of wine is wafting.

"Old Nine?" Song Zhang roared, and the bodies of the disciples who were shocked were numb.

The big-nosed Lao Jiu, with a red nose drunk, appeared, "Who... Who... Call me..."

The brothers instantly sweated for him, and everyone thought, you do it.

Song Zhang pinched Lao Jiu's collar and picked up Lao Jiu like a chicken, "You drank wine for Lao Fourteen?"

Lao Jiu felt a chill, instantly sobered up, and then saw the master's eyes that were like bull's eyes.

Lao Jiu swallowed his saliva, "That..."

"To give or not to give?"

"Yes, my junior brother said he couldn't sleep, so I gave him a pot of wine..."

"What wine?"

"No... Didn't pay attention!"

"Check it," Song Zhangtou was angry.

Lao Jiuhuo hurriedly picked up his pocket, counted in it, and his fingers suddenly stiffened and trembled a little.

"Master, that... That..."

"Don't talk nonsense"

Lao Jiu lowered his head "It's a dream for 100 days"

"What? Are you saying he's going to be drunk for a hundred days?" Song Zhang suddenly became angry, "You fucking fuck off." ”

"Is the junior brother going to lose?" several disciples began to discuss secretly.

"Senior brother shouldn't lose," Lao Jiu muttered to himself.

But no matter how whispered it was, it was still heard by Song Zhang.

"What are you talking about?

"No... Not... Ay... Spare your life..."

After a burst of dust, Lao Jiu's blue face was swollen and lying in a big pit.

Song Zhang flicked his sleeves and left.

The cook sat helplessly next to Lao Jiu with a blue nose and swollen face, untied Lao Jiu's gourd, and took a leisurely sip.

"Senior brother, don't, don't take advantage of others so blatantly. ”

"Senior brother, you can't swallow your anger a little, it's good when you don't see it..."

"Get out..."

...

On the martial arts arena, Xiao Bing was drunk, and he smirked at the shy green sword.

At this moment, the disciples under the stage were stunned.

Qingjian is also stupid!

Ning He rubbed his forehead and became worried.

"Senior brother, you... You... Drunk?" Qingjian asked cautiously.

"Drunk?... I'm not drunk,... What are we going to do?"

"Senior brother, you're drunk, we're in a martial arts competition, and the gongs are all blowing. ”

"I'm not drunk, I don't believe you, how energetic I am" said Xiao Bing shook his body, and the more he looked at it, the more worrying it became.

"Senior brother, how can you let me compare with you!" Qingjian became frustrated.

"I'm not drunk, come... Let's fight... Let's fight," Xiao Bing looked at Qingjian.

"I..." Qingjian wanted to cry.

"Senior brother, you force the alcohol in your body, let's fight again after you finish it"

Xiao Bing looked at Qingjian suspiciously, "I'm not drunk, force... What is forced. ”

"Senior brother, please force it. ”

"It's so troublesome..."Xiao Bing began to stagger.

Qingjian breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

But soon he felt wrong, the smell of wine became heavier and heavier, and an invisible murderous aura on Xiao Bing's body was spreading.

Then Qingjian chuckled, and he screamed sadly, "Senior brother, your spiritual power is wrong."

At this moment, Xiao Bing opened his closed eyes, and his right eye was blood-red.

The invisible murderous aura instantly turned into a hurricane and went in all directions, Qingjian, looking at Xiao Bing's eyes, thought of a word in his heart, went mad.

The audience began to vomit blood when they were weak.

Qingjian wants to cry, can you have a good fight.

Ning He smiled in the distance, "Are you crazy about drinking? Some people will cry when they are drunk, some people will be irritable when they are drunk, and some people will become stupid and be silent as stones, what about you? Are you still drunk or yourself?"

Xiao Bing was still sitting on the ground and meditating, he looked around in surprise, and looked at the green sword standing in front of him in surprise.

Xiao Bing's eyes were a little deep, as if he was thinking and then seemed to be just looking.

Qingjian asked cautiously, "Senior brother, have you woken up?"

Xiao Bing's long eyelashes moved, and he looked at Qing Jian's shy and embarrassed face.

"There is a legend that when a person is asleep, in a dream and when he is not asleep, two people live in two worlds.

I didn't believe in this before.

Believe it today.

I don't know who you are? I don't know what I'm doing here, I guess the other one I'm going to fall asleep. Saying that, Xiao Bing looked at Qingjian.