Yao Mengxun's sweet voice coupled with the looming beauty of the beautiful face once again attracted the countless eyes of the monks present.

When the man heard that the girl had not refused, he was overjoyed at the moment, and said loudly at the top of his voice.

"No, I am not in Xia Zhuo Bufan, my father is the sword forging master of the Fairy Sword Sect, Zhuo Feifei, in the spring of the previous year, my father took my ancestor to Jingcitian to meet the ancestor of your sect, Lan Qingmeng, and I saw Senior Sister Yao when I visited the predecessor of your sect master, Lan Qingmeng. It happened that the senior sister was meditating in the Buddhist hall, so she was not lucky enough to see Tianyan, but the voice and figure of Senior Sister Yao would never be mistaken, so she dared to come to talk about it. ”

As he spoke, the man named Zhuo Bufan gradually walked to their table, and as he introduced himself aloud, many of the people next to him cast surprised glances and whispers that could be heard in both ears.

"It turns out that he is the new generation of the Immortal Sword Sect, Tianjiao Zhuo is extraordinary. ”

"I heard that his father is the most potential swordsmith of the Immortal Sword Sect, and he has been able to successfully refine the sword that has reached the highest grade magic weapon, and although he himself has not inherited his father's talent for refining, he is amazing in his cultivation, and he has reached the realm of the fifth layer of Yuanhua before the age of forty. ”

"Also, it is rumored that his brother Zhuo Bufei is even more remarkable, although he does not practice in this sect, but he is also less than forty years old, and it is said that he has almost reached the realm of the seventh layer of Yuanhua, and he is directly chasing the Danlin Daoist of the Void Heaven, and it is said that it is very likely to surpass Danlin and condense the Yuan Shen before he is a hundred years old. ”

"Heh, don't forget, the most terrifying thing is his ancestor! This person is the world-famous sword-forging grandmaster Meng Jianqiu! He is also the current city lord of Tianji City! If anyone offends him, he will cut off all the sword supplies of your sect with an order, and see how you will fight the enemy at that time. ”

Of course, the person who felt the best about himself was of course Zhuo Bufan, who was dressed in white and had a sword, although he had not seen Yao Mengxun's appearance, but when he visited Jing Citian with his ancestor, he had already heard Yao Mengxun's famous name.

It is rumored that she is the number one beauty of Jing Citian now, and even their sect leader Lan Qingmeng is inferior to her, and her face is enough to make all flowers ashamed of themselves.

What's even more rare is that Yao Mengxun is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his cultivation has already reached the third layer of Yuanhua, which is not far from himself, and it is more likely that he will reach the fifth layer of Yuanhua before the age of forty.

You must know that ordinary monks have to cultivate to the Yuanhua Realm, not to mention a hundred or two hundred years, Yao Mengxun actually only took more than ten years, which shows that his talent is superb.

The most important thing is that she is a descendant disciple of Lan Qingmeng, and she leads the practice like her master, which means that she may be able to marry others in the future, and she does not need to be accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha.

Now that I have actually met her in my family, I have to seize the opportunity to leave a good impression, and in the future, I will ask my ancestor to talk to Sect Master Lan about this family matter.

Zhuo Bufan's thoughts turned quickly, but Yao Mengxun didn't seem to be interested in him, and he didn't care about the casual words around him at all, and replied softly:

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhuo of the Fairy Sword Sect, I have admired it for a long time, and the little woman who is a genius of Senior Brother Zhuo has heard of it for a long time. ”

When Zhuo Bufan heard this crisp voice like a yellow bird, he said the words "Senior Brother Zhuo", which made him feel comfortable in his heart, and he couldn't wait to take off Yao Mengxun's mask immediately and get a glimpse of his true face.

He is confident that he has this strength, after all, there is only one middle-aged person at a table of three people here who can be cultivated, and there is also a senior in the Concentration Realm at his table.

However, he knew that it was Jing Citian standing behind Yao Mengxun, he couldn't mess around, and to be honest, his identity was not as expensive as Yao Mengxun's gold, everything had to go slowly.

What's more, most beauties like to take their time, and they know this well.

"Don't dare, don't dare, Senior Sister Yao has an overreputation, these false names are just raised by the Daoists in the cultivation realm, and they are not worth mentioning. It is a guest from afar, and I also invite Senior Sister Yao to appreciate her face, so that I can toast you with a cup, and the spirit stones spent by my sister in this game and accommodation are borne by the next, and the right to be the friendship of the landlord. ”

Although Zhuo Bufan looked polite and very generous, he didn't take Qingyun and Lei Jiang seriously at all, as if he thought that these two were Yao Mengxun's servants.

Qingyun is okay in his heart, but he doesn't know him anyway, how people have nothing to do with him at all, just eat vegetables. But Lei Jiang was very annoyed in his heart, because he hid his cultivation and Yao Mengxun's signal, he didn't break out on the spot.

"Senior Brother Zhuo is too polite, I waited for the three of them just passing by, I couldn't stay for a long time, Senior Brother's kind little sister took it in my heart, I salute Senior Brother Zhuo for a cup, and if you need it in the future, please ask Senior Brother to help me a lot, please!." ”

After speaking, Yao Mengxun generously picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in his cup dignified and beautifully, without the slightest pretentiousness.

"Senior Sister Yao, please!"

Even Zhuo Bufan himself didn't expect that Yao Mengxun himself would be so easy to speak, you know, although he is a new generation of Tianjiao in the sect, but strictly speaking, his master has to call Lan Qingmeng a senior.

The ancestor was able to communicate with Lan Qingmeng's peers, all of which relied on his own profound understanding of the way of using swords and forging swords, otherwise even if he was a monk in the realm of consummation of the wind, it would be impossible for him to reach the same height as a monk who returned to the spirit.

Unexpectedly, Yao Mengxun didn't mean to refuse him at all, how could he not teach him to be happy when he saw Hunting?

At that moment, he did not hesitate at all, and drained the wine in his cup in one sip.

As the saying goes, wine is strong and courageous, and after a cup of belly, Zhuo Bufan's mind began to come alive, and before Yao Mengxun and his party agreed, he sat in the fourth position.

Then one of the monks at his original table also took a pair of chopsticks for him and prepared to put them in front of him, but he refused, and saw the other five and six shouting:

"What! Is it going to make it hard for me to drink like this?"

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's familiar posture, Yao Mengxun smiled indifferently and didn't say anything, while Lei Jiang's face had already begun to burst out, if it wasn't for Miss Fang pressing him, I was afraid that Lei Jiang would have slapped this bastard downstairs.

Next, the people around seemed to feel that there was nothing to see, so they began to eat and talk about each other.

And Yao Mengxun's table is divided into two factions, one side is Lei Jiang, who can't have a seizure, so he has to pour wine to Qingyun with a left cup and a right cup, and the two are happy to eat and drink, and on the other side, Yao Mengxun and Zhuo Bufan "talk about their feelings" with wine.

Of course, almost all of them are Zhuo Bufan who talks about the past and the present.

Yao Mengxun shirked his strength to drink, and after only drinking the first glass, he didn't drink a drop of wine, Zhuo Bufan saw that the beauty really didn't seem to drink, and he was very gentlemanly and didn't persuade again, so he had to drink himself.

After a while, Zhuo Bufan, who only drank and didn't eat vegetables, was already drunk, and after a while, Yao Meng found that he was almost drunk, so he took the opportunity to speak:

"Since Senior Brother Zhuo has quite a prestige in your faction, Senior Sister has a reluctant request and wants to ask Senior Brother for more help. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan, who was already slightly drunk, accepted it, and then, Yao Mengxun pointed to Qingyun with his slender hand and said:

"This young man is a friend of mine, and his uncle is also a disciple of your faction, and he has come to take refuge because of family changes, I hope Senior Brother Zhuo can lead him to a path and help him find his uncle, and if he has anything to do with your sect in the future, please take care of him on your behalf. ”

Beauties beg each other, go up the knife mountain and go down the oil pot!

Zhuo Bufan's heart blossomed again, the effect of alcohol and Yao Mengxun's looming, half-concealed appearance made his heart throb more and more, and he slowly forgot the identity behind Yao Mengxun between breaths.

"Wrap it up on me, Senior Sister Yao! Jing Citian is close to the wilderness, and you rarely appreciate the scenery of our Central Plains, so it's better to let Senior Brother take you to enjoy the night view of Yaoguang City later, you don't know, this Yaoguang City is the most prosperous city of our Immortal Sword Sect. ”

As he spoke, his eyes began to swim around Yao Mengxun's body non-stop.

Maybe it was because he was young and ignorant, or maybe he was playing in the bush all year round, Zhuo Bufan became more and more intense, and he wanted to grab Yao Mengxun's hand.

Zhuo Bufan's name as a young genius of the Immortal Sword Sect, in fact, Yao Mengxun had heard of it for a long time, and the reason why he wanted to make friends with him was mainly because he wanted to make Qingyun take care of him after entering the Immortal Sword Sect through Zhuo Bufan, but he expected that this person would be so unbearable.

The use of the heart eye is extremely draining, especially for the monk who already has cultivation, but for this extraordinary, there is no need to use the heart eye at all, and the cup of wine has already revealed his true form.

However, in this regard, Yao Mengxun only frowned in the end, but the hand he was putting down did not move at all.

The scene in front of him made Lei Jiang no longer able to suppress the anger in his heart, if the pearl of the Demon Life Sect was despised in the righteous path sect, then what face would he have to face Boss Yao when he went back, it was better to die!

Just as he was about to make a move to punish this evil embryo that was not only high in the sky, but a reprimand suddenly reached the ears of several people.

"Take back your dirty hands!

It was none other than Qingyun who spoke!

It turned out that the effect of alcohol also made Qingyun's originally rational thoughts start to become a little confused, but an unknown anger still grew in his heart.

Although Qingyun seems to be weak on weekdays, weak does not mean cowardly!

On the contrary, Yao Mengxun knows best that Qingyun has an extremely firm strength in his bones, which can be seen from his attitude towards weak lives and his strong desire to survive.

Qingyun's angry rebuke suddenly made Zhuo Bufan wake up for three points, and he also realized his gaffe, and quickly retracted his hand.

But how to say it, she is also the key cultivation object of the sect, even if her background is not as good as Yao Mengxun, but she is always thousands of times stronger than a mortal servant beside her, right?

It's just that Zhuo Bufan also understands that if he targets this young man now, regardless of whether this kid is a servant or Yao Mengxun's friend, everyone else present will think that he is bullying the small and making him lose face.

Fortunately, he has a group of two dog legs who know his heart well and are also keen to hold his feet.