The only way to solve your worries is to drink too much.

Luo Buyi's amount of wine is very poor, drinking Huayun's eighteen brews is basically a cup of pouring, and ordinary wine is only three glasses, and basically drunk after drinking, rarely drunk like this.

However, this drunkenness made the fat man Fu Qiu smile, and he was worried that this Luo Buyi would defeat him in three or two clicks, and he didn't know if the people of the Daomen could beat others on this day. And now Luo Buyi is lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, not to mention that there are seven people from the Heavenly Sword Gate, he can directly take it down by himself.

"Yo, who is this lying on the ground, let me see, master..."Fu Qiu twisted Luo Buyi's drunken face towards himself, slapped it twice with his hand, and said hatefully: "Didn't you beat me quite smoothly before? Why didn't you look like this after a while?"

Lin Erdan couldn't see it and just wanted to step forward to stop Fu Qiu, but Hua Yun behind him quietly grabbed his arm and shook his head gently, because although Luo Buyi was drunk, the black knife was still there, and that guy's temper had never been very good.

And Fu Qiu saw that Luo Buyi didn't react, and no one stopped him in the lively crowd, and no one even came out to help in this nasty restaurant, so he suddenly became even more arrogant, grabbed Luo Buyi's neckline and lifted him up, slapped Luo Buyi in the face, and scolded in his mouth: "You get up, kick me again, look at your dejected appearance of your father and mother who died and your daughter-in-law was wheeled, I pity you for you! By the way, what about your knife? Anyway, you will be broken by me later, so it's better to give me the knife!" As he spoke, he went to Luo Buyi to grope behind him for a while.

"Phew, a man brought a red umbrella, and it's so shabby, I'll throw it away for you!" Fu Qiu said and threw a vermilion paper umbrella on the ground, and then pulled out the sealed black knife from behind Luo Buyi, and said: "What a good knife, but you only use a rag to wrap around, and I'll make a scabbard for you when you turn around!" Let go of his hand Ren Luo is not easy to fall to the ground, beckoning to the seven people of the Heavenly Sword Gate and saying, "Trouble all the seniors to make a move, and deal with that person!" Since they are not needed, there is no need to be as respectful as before.

Although Song Xiang, the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, had a somewhat ugly face, he still arched his hand to Fu Qiu with a smile, signaling that he knew about it, and did not dare to turn around to look at the doorman with a trace of shame.

Yes, no matter how poor their Heavenly Sword Sect is, it is also a dignified cultivator sect, when did they become accomplices of the ruthless and ruthless disciples? But this is also to be able to catch the giant ship of Ziming Sect in the future!

Looking at Luo Buyi, who was still motionless, Song Xiang took out the long knife on his waist and said, "I'm sorry young man, don't blame me!" But just as he was about to pick Luo Buyi's wrist, Fu Qiu's screams came into his ears.

"Ahh

Song Xiang looked at it, but it was Fu Qiu's hands with blurred flesh and blood, and the clothes on his body were fragmented, and none of them were completely connected. In front of Fu Qiu's eyes, a black knife stood in the air, the tip of the knife was pointing downward, and there was no luster on the blade, and the black paint was like a burning stick.

"What's the situation?" Song Xiang was a little stunned.

Fu Qiu greedily looked at the black knife in front of him, although he was injured and full of messes, he was still ecstatic, this knife was so spiritual, it must be a divine soldier of the Xuan level or even above, I didn't expect this drunk to have such a treasure on his body, just to be able to cheapen him.

"What are you doing in a daze? Bring this knife to me!"

Everyone in the Heavenly Sword Gate looked at Song Xiang in unison, waiting for Song Xiang's instructions.

Song Xiang frowned, the young man on the ground actually had such a divine soldier in his hands, so the origin of the young man must not be simple, unlike Fu Qiu, who was faint in his mind, Song Xiang was worried about what kind of existence the family or division of this young man would be, if the background was so big that even the Ziming Sect would not dare to fight with him, then let alone their little Heavenly Sword Sect, even Fu Qiu's inner disciple might not be able to get good.

Weighing the pros and cons for a while, it is not easy to make a decision.

At this time, Fu Qiu walked to the side of the Heavenly Sword Gate Master in tattered clothes, and said in a low voice: "If the Song Gate Master can help the younger generation achieve this wish, I will persuade my father to buy a house in Qingyu City, how about your future settlement in Qingyu City?"

"This!" Song Xiang was overjoyed in his heart, if this was the case, then they would not have to go back and forth between the sect and the Sunny Rain City every day, and they would be able to move the sect over and become this rare cultivator in the city!

However, when Song Xianggang glanced at everyone in the door, and was about to rush towards the black knife, the black knife spun around, flew back to Luo Buyi, and plunged into the stone slab.

"Good knives!"

The onlookers, including the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Fu Qiu, all had bright eyes, and couldn't help but cheer in unison, this knife is so sharp, it must be a Xuan-level divine soldier! As for the ground-level divine soldiers, they didn't dare to think about it, what kind of background can have that kind of background, how could a teenager take a ground-level divine soldier?

And everyone present, except for Hua Yun, didn't notice that Luo Buyi's hand shook weakly when the black knife fell.

Fu Qiu couldn't hide the joy on his face, the older and more people on the street are getting older and more, and what's worse is that maybe when a cultivator will notice the value of this knife and snatch it, he must quickly take it into his pocket, so as not to have too many dreams at night. But looking at the hands on his hands that were scratched by the knife qi because he unlocked the seal of the black knife, and the clothes that were shattered by the qi, he retreated.

"Please also ask the master of the Song Sect to make an early move!" asked for someone, Fu Qiu was a little polite.

Song Xiang first stretched out his knife, intending to test the magic of the black knife, but when the tip of his knife just touched the blade of the black knife, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from the knife, and his body took two steps back, almost knocking Fu Qiu to the ground.

"Yo, get up!"

"Let's see if he's awake? To be honest, I want to snatch that knife! If it weren't for the scruples of the government army..."

"We're in the city, let's see the excitement for the time being. ”

When Song Xiang looked over again, he found that the black knife was already in the hands of the originally drunk young man, holding the knife in one hand and the stone slab in the other, half-squatting on the ground.

Seeing that Luo Buyi had woken up, the anxious Fu Qiu pushed Song Xiang and said, "Come on, quickly give that kid to the master, I'll clean it up, and I'm going to decide on that knife master!" Or dedicate it to the master, the sect master will definitely teach him this treasure, maybe he will also accept him as a personal disciple, not only will he cultivate to a great progress, not to mention, but also may be under the same roof with the Lingshu sister, tsk, no matter how it is a lot of benefits.

Of course, the premise is that the people of the Heavenly Sword Gate can get rid of that kid and then snatch the knife over!

Now there is no room for Song Xiang to shirk anything, so he has to grit his teeth and raise a knife to make a swallow homing and chop towards Luo.

"Be careful!" This is the first time Lin Erdan has seen someone fight with his own eyes, and one of the parties is his own person, so he shouted in the hope that he could remind Luo Buyi.

In fact, there was no need for Lin Erdan to remind him, Luo Buyi opened his eyes half-open, and his upper body was slightly crooked to avoid Song Xiang's knife, and then stood up, half-arched, and returned to a motionless state again.

"Hiss!" The three elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect glanced at each other, what was the situation?

And Song Xiang's face was blushing, his dignified Heavenly Sword Sect Master was originally bullying the small with the big and the small, if he couldn't even take a young man, wouldn't he laugh at the big teeth of his fellow Daoists?

It's not easy for a good Luo, he didn't even lift his head, but he just took a few steps back lightly, and then eliminated Song Xiang's attack, and the knife didn't even move from beginning to end. Over there, Song Xiang shouted, stomped his foot in annoyance, and his body burst forward to bully him, so he had to ask Luo not easy to use the knife.

"Open the sky!"

Song Xiang jumped up with his feet and pressed down from the top of Luo Buyi's head, seeing that behind Luo Buyi was the crowd that had no time to dodge, and Luo Buyi at this time had no way to retreat.

As Song Xiang thought, Luo Buyi did not retreat again, but still half-hung his head until Song Xiang's knife immediately cut his head, and then exchanged his hands, and the knife in his right hand became his left hand upside down, and the body turned Song Xiang's strength away, and Song Xiang was also thrown to the ground, one stood unsteadily and almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly used the knife to the ground, only to stop his body.

Seeing that Luo Buyi was still holding the black knife upside down and still drooping his head and looking like he couldn't wake up, Song Xiang was vigilant in his heart, and said with a solemn expression: "This kid is weird, everyone is side by side!" Hey, this is more cheesy than the Jianghu people, but who made it difficult for the Tiandao Gate to ride the tiger, the three elders had to stand in four directions with the door master again, one person and one sword lunge, and then all out of the knife to attack Luo Buyi, such a big posture scared the crowd of onlookers to quickly retreat two more times, the sword has no eyes, and you can't take your life because of watching a lively scene, right?

The shot of the four people is really completely different from just Song Xiang's shot alone, some of them are concave to attack Luo Buyi's lower plate, some knives do not leave Luo Buyi's waist and dantian, and some of the knife tips only sweep Luo Buyi's eyes and temples, and Song Xiang, the master of the Heavenly Dao Gate, is the knife goes with the people, and from time to time make up a few knives to make Luo Buyi more busy and difficult to support alone.

It's just that such a scoundrel style of play is really not good-looking, and the onlookers are also booing the Tiandaomen, after all, it is clear that the young man who bullied others is drunk, not to mention, and he also made four people to besiege people, and the truth that two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands They ordinary people understand, this Tiandaomen is really shameless.

The poor Heavenly Sword Gate people were blushed by the boos from all around, but Fu Qiu didn't feel how to be ashamed, but felt that this Heavenly Sword Gate really had some doorways, if they didn't forcibly shake the four people open with strong cultivation, even the Xuan-level masters would be in a hurry by this attack, and they would be hit if they weren't careful.

The proprietress of Hua Yun grabbed Lin Erdan's arm tightly, her nails almost pinched into the flesh, and the pain made Lin Erdan grin with tears but didn't dare to say a word, he was afraid that Hua Yun would break his arm if he was frightened and excited, after all, Hua Yun was a big master.

Don't look at Hua Yun and Lin Erdan, they said that they don't have to worry about Luo Buyi, but seeing that Luo Buyi was besieged by four people and was in danger, how could he not worry in his heart? Fortunately, Luo Buyi became more and more smooth the more he fought, from the drunken stumbling at the beginning to the current advance and retreat freely, every knife just happened to defeat the attack of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but I am afraid that it will not be long before Luo Buyi is familiar with their offensive methods, and the winner will almost be distinguished.

Sure enough, although it was a passive defense from beginning to end, Luo Buyi's body turned faster and faster, and the black knife waved between the "clanging clangs" to repel the four people's knife bodies, and suddenly pulled onions on dry land and jumped into the air more than two people high, and then turned into four blows and slashed at the Tiandaomen people with their heads down, and the four people of Tiandaomen hurriedly raised their knives to block, but they were shocked by Luo Buyi's long-standing blow and flew out.

"Good!"

The crowd applauded, Luo Buyi fell lightly in the clearing, the black knife crossed his chest, the hair on his forehead was messy, and he was still drunk and half-open, but he was gently shaking his head, obviously after some tossing, the drunken young man was about to wake up.

The people of the Heavenly Sword Gate couldn't help but blush when they heard the crowd's applause for the young man, and they glanced at each other, and finally Song Xiang gritted his teeth and nodded, even if they were infamy, they couldn't let the Heavenly Sword Gate fall into an unbearable reputation.

I saw the four of them turn over, straddle the horse, each wiped a blade with their fingers, and said with words in their mouths: "The heavenly killing machine has a bad spirit, and the sword is a heavenly knife!"

As if it was a spell, as soon as this technique came out, a layer of blood light appeared on the blades of the four members of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and a hidden evil aura swirled around it. At this time, Song Xiang opened his mouth like a spring thunder on his tongue: "Heavenly Knife, out!" The blood light on the four knives gradually converged in front of Song Xiang, forming a blood knife phantom, and with Song Xiang's finger, the blood knife phantom went towards Luo Buyi.

The technique of the "Heavenly Sword" handed down from generation to generation in the Heavenly Sword Gate is mainly based on martial arts cultivation, supplemented by Xuanmen methods, which can allow cultivators to strike a blow from a Xuan-level master when they are at the yellow level. This exercise is commendable, if you can really practice it, it is estimated that the Heavenly Sword Sect can also stand out among the many down-and-out sects, and if you work hard, you can't say that the status of the second-class sect is also within reach. It's a pity that none of the Heavenly Sword Sect masters, elders or disciples in the past generations have been able to successfully cultivate this technique, but instead have figured out a means to combine the power of everyone into one blow, which is also where they dare to threaten to be not afraid of Xuan-level masters.

Hua Yun's hand grasped harder, although she vaguely felt that Luo Buyi was not afraid of this evil qi, but seeing that Luo Buyi didn't make a move, it was really worrying. On the other hand, Lin Erdan didn't have the time to pay attention to Luo Buyi, and all his energy was biting his hand and trying not to make a sound, so as not to disturb the big master of Huayun who was concentrating on the fight.

The evil spirit is like a knife, although it is not very fast, but it is silent, it is the Heavenly Knife Gate as a means to press the bottom of the box to contend with the Xuan-level masters, and if you are lucky, the Xuan-level masters will not be injured by it for a while.

This move, if Luo Buyi is sober, he can naturally find a way to dodge it, and as for Luo Buyi at this time, he is afraid that he will lose if he is not surprised.

The evil qi knife got closer and closer, straight towards Luo Buyi's head, Luo Buyi was still indifferent, just when Hua Yun couldn't help but almost fly to save it, suddenly Luo Buyi grabbed the evil qi knife shadow that almost stabbed his eyebrows with one hand, and grabbed it into pieces with a light grip with his hand.

There was an uproar in the crowd, and then I saw the young man put away the black knife, raised his hands and stretched his waist widely, and covered his mouth and yawned.

"Ahh What a drunk!"