The next day, Jia Ren didn't wake up from his bed until the third pole of the day.

Feeling the power in his body that was not like ordinary people, Jia Ren's face showed a trace of dazedness.

What did you do last night?

It seems that last night I was drinking with my newly met brother Peng, and then ......

Jia Ren felt that he couldn't remember anything about the rest of the matter.

Covering his slightly aching forehead, a trace of dazedness flashed in Jia Ren's eyes.

Looking around, it was a palatial room, and in the middle of the room, wisps of purple smoke wafted through it.

Smelling the smell of purple smoke, Jia Ren only felt that the labor pains in his mind had been smoothed out, and he only felt a burst of relief all over his body.

Looking at a container towering in the center of the room, wisps of purple smoke emitted from the container.

"What is this?"

Looking at the wisps of purple smoke slowly rising from the container, a trace of confusion flashed in Jia Ren's heart.

He had never seen anything like it, and a trace of purple smoke wafted through the room, making him feel extremely comfortable.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Brother Jia Ren, are you up?"

And just when Jia Ren was dazed, a knock came from outside the door.

Accompanied by the knocking on the door, it was Zhao Zhipeng's gentle call.

"Brother Peng, I'm up, come out immediately."

Still at a loss in his heart, Jia Ren glared at his feet, and then hit the beam directly.

"Knock ......"

A loud bang came from the room, making Zhao Zhipeng look confused.

What's this doing in there? Demolition of the house?

"Brother Jia Ren, what's wrong with you?"

With a slight premonition in his heart, Zhao Zhipeng asked directly into the room.

At this time, Jia Ren, who was stimulated by the severe pain and tears were about to fall, did not have time to respond to Zhao Zhipeng.

Looking at the beam of the house that was directly hit by himself, a trace of entanglement flashed in Jia Ren's eyes.

Although I didn't mean it, but this beam was always damaged by myself, and I, Brother Peng, wouldn't let myself pay for it, right?

With this thought, Jia Ren looked around with his eyes.

"I'm fine, it's just that something happened to me today, and I broke the room."

After saying a word to the door, Jia Ren grabbed the beam and jumped down.

Turning around, Jia Ren began to look for his clothes.

He had just discovered that he was wearing only one pair of pants on his body.

"Brother Jia Ren, it's okay, it's okay, come out quickly, it's time for breakfast."

After shouting into the room again, Zhao Zhipeng was not in a hurry, and then sat down at the stone table outside the room and began to wait quietly.

After a long time, Jia Ren finally dressed up and opened the door.

"Brother Peng, I'm really sorry, I couldn't control my body just now, and I actually broke the beam of the house."

"I'll go to my house to get some money later, and help you fix the beams, I'm really sorry."

As soon as he went out, Jia Ren arched his hand towards Zhao Zhipeng, and then said with a look of shame.

Looking at Jia Ren's ashamed look at this time, Zhao Zhipeng held back a smile.

He had already discovered last night that although the elixir in the wine had been melted away by himself, the spirit wine that the warrior drank was not something that a mortal could bear.

Drinking one cup or two won't cause anything, but it's strange that Jia Ren drank several pots directly and didn't have an accident.

Thanks to Zhao Zhipeng by his side to help him resolve it, otherwise, after drinking those few pots of wine, even if Jia Ren doesn't die, he is probably a waste.

"Brother Jia Ren don't want to be like this, last night's wine is a wine that can only be drunk by martial artists, and I am also ashamed to let Brother Jia Ren drink it."

"Now, Brother Jia Ren is already considered a martial artist, and if he drinks this wine in the future, it will be no hindrance, it will only increase his cultivation."

"Speaking of which, it's also mine, Brother Jia Ren doesn't want to be like this."

Arching his hand towards Jia Ren, Zhao Zhipeng slowly explained the reason.

Listening to Zhao Zhipeng's words, Jia Ren was a little dumbfounded at this time.

Can only warriors drink? Moreover, he is already a martial artist?

How easy it was to become a warrior yourself?

Clouds of doubt lingered in Jia Ren's mind.

However, feeling the energy running in his body, as well as the infinite strength that grew out of thin air, Jia Ren's heart was also relieved.

He just thought that he had suddenly awakened his innate divine power, but now when he heard Zhao Zhipeng's words, he immediately reacted.

"Warrior...... Brother Peng, such a great kindness, how can you let me repay it. ”

Looking at Zhao Zhipeng, who was breezy in front of him, a trace of confusion flashed in Jia Ren's eyes.

What a glorious thing it is to become a warrior and become a warrior in this world?

Countless people sharpened their heads and wanted to enter the legendary martial arts sect, but how many of them really entered the martial arts sect?

Look at those martial artists who have learned to descend the mountain, which one is not enjoying the endless glory and wealth in the mortal world?

And yourself? It was to accompany his brother Peng to drink a few glasses of wine, and then suddenly became a martial artist.

This made Jia Ren how not to be excited, or even confused.

Seeing Jia Ren's complexion in front of him change again and again, Zhao Zhipeng looked funny.

"Brother Jia Ren, if you want to go to the world of martial artists, I can give you exercises and weapons."

"If you don't want to go to the world of martial artists, and want to enjoy your old age in this remote place, I can also let you enjoy all the glory and wealth."

A faint voice of words came out of Zhao Zhipeng's mouth, making Jia Ren, who was immersed in his fantasies, suddenly wake up.

Looking at Zhao Zhipeng, who looked light and calm in front of him, a bold idea came out of Jia Ren's heart.

"Brother Peng, you are also a martial artist? Or is it that kind of high-level martial artist? ”

When he thought of asking, Jia Ren directly opened his mouth and asked what he thought in his heart.

thought that Zhao Zhipeng would nod directly, or admit it directly, but what Jia Ren didn't expect was that Zhao Zhipeng didn't do either.

Shaking his head, Zhao Zhipeng looked at Jia Ren in front of him and said.

"Brother Jia Ren, I'm not a martial artist, nor a high-level martial artist, I'm an immortal cultivator, and I don't belong to the cultivation system of martial artists."

Looking at Zhao Zhipeng in front of him, Jia Ren was puzzled in his heart, this was the first time he had heard the term immortal cultivator.

"Immortal cultivator, is it the Immortal Ascension Sect last time?"

At the beginning, Zhao Zhipeng's voice could be said to have spread all over the world, and Jia Ren, of course, also heard that sentence.

Listening to Jia Ren's words, Zhao Zhipeng nodded slightly.

"Yes, the Ascending Immortal Sect is my sect, among our sects, we only cultivate immortals, not martial arts, in order to soar to the immortal realm and become an immortal with boundless mana."

Looking up, a trace of emotion flashed in Zhao Zhipeng's eyes, and then he slowly said to Jia Ren.