After getting off the city tower, Zhuo Yuming came to the north gate of the city, picked a cold place at random, and sat down on the spot.

After a while, two familiar qi engines appeared from the distant sky. Four rays of light flew through the sky until they landed outside the city. Three men and one woman, two of them were carrying long swords, one had a wooden face like a farmer's crop, and the other was a young man.

In addition, a pair of men and women stood together, the woman was pink and slightly shi, with high hair and distant eyebrows. The man in a purple robe has eyebrows like a sharp edge and a face like a crown of jade.

It was the two disciples of the Sword Saint, Zhao San and Qi Huan, and the pair of men and women were Ning Ji and his sword servant Ruoxue.

Zhuo Yuming had a communication with Ning Ji before, and learned that he would meet Qi Huan halfway and come to the Demon City together, so Zhuo Yuming made a special trip to wait for the two of them at the door today. It's just that I didn't expect that Zhao San, the eldest disciple of the Sword Saint, would also accompany him.

Zhuo Yuming and Zhao San met for the first time, and they were relatively different. Walking briskly, the first thing is to greet Zhao San politely. Zhao San had also heard of this young man who was highly respected by his teacher, and his own junior and younger brother had a very close relationship with him, so he was naturally smiling between his words.

"Have you already met Shizun, where is his old man?"

Qi Huan and Zhuo Yuming got along extremely well in the Qingying Secret Realm, which could be regarded as an instant acquaintance, but they were much more casual when they spoke.

After Zhuo Yuming nodded to Ning Ji and the female swordsman, he said with a smile: "It's unfortunate that you came, the senior just happened to be entangled in something important and had just left the city. It's only about half an hour, you and Senior Zhao should find a place to settle down first, and then go to see each other when Senior Sword Saint returns to the city. ”

Hearing this, Zhao San hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a simple look: "Zhuo Daoyou, don't call me senior, you and Senior Brother Qi are peers, just call me by my name." Although I'm a few years older than you, I can't afford to be a senior. ”

Qi Huan also said on the side: "Yes, you call your senior master, and you call my senior brother also a senior, isn't this a mess." If you call Senior Brother Zhao a senior, then the next time you see me, you will have to call yourself a junior. ”

Looking at this great disciple of the Sword Saint who was not famous and even less good-looking, Zhuo Yuming also smiled and said, "Okay, then I will call you Brother Zhao." Let's go to the city and find a place to sit down and talk. ”

So saying, the five of them went together toward the city.

Unlike Zhao San, who is at ease by nature, Ning Ji has always been very picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and has the virtue of a rich son.

The garrison houses in the south of the city were so simple that there was nothing but a bed and a table. On the one hand, Ning Ji would definitely not bend down to stay, and on the other hand, considering that there was also a woman, several people simply found an inn that looked dignified near the city.

Fortunately, the war has not yet begun, and the reinforcement monks from all over the country who have gone to the town demon city have not yet settled in large numbers, and the empty rooms in the inn are still sufficient.

Except for Ning Ji and Ruoxue, who picked the best house, the other three all chose one at random.

After settling down, the group planned to find a place to drink and chat. Under Zhuo Yuming's strong recommendation, everyone was persuaded to taste the most distinctive demon blood wine in the Demon Town.

A few people walked through the streets and alleys to the unremarkable liquor store.

The martial arts shopkeeper who had lost an arm on the battlefield between the two clans was lying on a Taishi chair, and the only remaining one arm was holding an ancient book, muttering softly in his mouth. Listening to his words, it seems that he is reading a book of soldiers' advice.

At this time, before the meal, there were not many diners in the restaurant, only a lonely table of guests, an old man and a young man. A jar of wine, two dishes, the old and the young sat in the corner of the wine shop, whispering.

The boss, who was obviously not interested in this door-to-door business, still lay in place, just glanced at the five people, and then did not move.

The guy who was resting at the counter greeted him enthusiastically and led everyone to a round table.

After asking for two jars of demon blood wine, and then ordering a few dishes to accompany the wine, everyone sat down and chatted.

Zhuo Yuming naturally introduced the origin of this demon blood wine to a few people for the first time, and among several people, Ning Ji, who came to the Demon City for the first time, tasted it. Speaking of this wine, he naturally couldn't get around the martial arts boss of the eight-rank realm, although Zhuo Yuming didn't know much about him, but he still told everyone about this person's deeds. Hearing that it was an arm that was torn off on the battlefield, Qi Huan and the others glanced at the leisurely man with a little more respect.

Except for Zhuo Yuming, an orthodox qi practitioner, the other four people at this table are all pure sword cultivators.

Zhao San has been in the Earth Immortal Realm for many years, and Ning Ji is also an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator. Qi Huan is now also at the peak realm of Tibet, half a foot has already stepped into the realm of land immortals, once the opportunity is enough, he can lead the heavenly tribulation at any time and break through the earth immortals. Only Ning Ji's sword servant Ruoxue has a low realm, but he is just a Yuan Baby.

Sword cultivation and martial artists have always cherished each other, and they have taken a fierce and unforged path. Even if he was as arrogant as Ning Ji, he poured a glass of wine, raised his glass to the middle-aged man on the Taishi's chair, and then drank it all.

Regarding Ning Ji's movements, the one-armed martial artist who had been in the Demon Town City for a long time just nodded, and did not say a kind word.

"Zhuo Daoyou, the realm of you and Qi Huan is relatively low, our immortal realm is basically going to be thrown into the high-altitude battlefield, and Ning Daoyou and I will have no time to be distracted by other places, you two must not be careless. ”

After three rounds of drinking, Zhao San, who has always taken his little junior brother very seriously, opened his mouth and said, and the concern between his words was overflowing.

Zhuo Yuming hurriedly picked up his wine glass and toasted Zhao San.

After putting down the wine glass that was not left, Zhuo Yuming said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I also participated in the last war between the two clans, and at that time there was only the Yuanying realm. Although the battle is dangerous, Qi Huan and I take care of each other, and it shouldn't be a big problem. ”

"Yes, senior brother, don't worry about me, I have to train you again. I'm also at the peak of hiding now, as long as there is no sneak attack from the Great Demon of the Earth Immortal Realm, there will be no problem. You put your heart in your stomach and concentrate on dealing with your big demon. Don't turn back to the gutter and capsize, you can't escape the punishment of the master when you come back. ”

Although he was grateful for his care for his senior brother, he couldn't wipe off his face after all, and Qi Huan still swallowed the word thank you in his throat after all his words.

Ning Ji put down his wine glass and took a few deep breaths.

This demon blood wine is violent and abnormal, and when it goes down to the stomach, it is like boiling water, burning from the throat to the lower abdomen.

"That is, on the battlefield, each has its own destiny and ability, if you die in the hands of demons, you only blame yourself for not being good at learning. Lao Zhao, don't worry about it, now that I am missing, where are these two guys in the same realm. ”

Regarding Ning Ji's arrogant words, Zhuo Yuming and Qi Huan both looked at each other and smiled.

But people really didn't brag, and they really couldn't beat this Kyushu on the first day in the same situation.