After three rounds of drinking, Yu Wentian was already a little drunk, but Ren Dashao's alcohol consumption was the only real skill he had refined over the years, and he was very clear in his heart, and he easily set out the news he wanted.

Chang'an City is very lively these days, first there is a huge water and land conference, and then there is this boiling martial arts conference, during which there are countless people who come to admire, and the people of the three religions and nine streams are even more gathered.

Kongtong martial arts, majestic west. In fact, Fei Hongzi, the leader of the Kongtong faction, is an authentic Taoist priest, so since the establishment of the Kongtong faction, it has had a set of strict rules and precepts. Although Yu Wentian became famous in the first battle four years ago, more often than not, he honestly stayed on Kongtong Mountain and devoted himself to cultivation, living a life of pure heart and few desires. This time, the elders of the sect sent him down the mountain to participate in the competition, in fact, the most important thing was to hone his disciple.

However, the division commanders didn't care about the outcome of this competition, but for the young and vigorous Yu Wentian, they were quite concerned, especially after he first came to Chang'an City, he heard that he was famous and prestigious, and he was actually the first of the four legendary masters. Although more people think that this ranking is actually ranked from weak to strong, the last "Merry Sword Ruffian" is actually the best of the masters!

But in Yu Wentian's opinion, this is just a mortal fetus with the naked eyes of the general public, and he has never seen his real power without moving. Therefore, during this period of time, he worked hard, and he never fell behind in the cultivation of Wuji Gong, and he was determined to win the top seat in the martial arts conference.

But today, when he was idle, he overheard a fortune teller saying bluntly that he was not in the top three of the competition, which was simply nonsense. You must know that among the four masters, Zhong Jie'an of Shaolin Temple is a senior, although he Yu Wentian is conceited, but he really has no chance of winning, but the remaining two, one is a female doll younger than himself, and the other is a swinger with an unknown reputation, any of them, he is sure to defeat. In this way, wouldn't it be the worst to be the second!

Without resentment, Yu Wentian, who has always been upright, naturally wants to teach this stinky Taoist priest who doesn't know the sky and the earth and talks nonsense. It's just that the Taoist priest didn't know what kind of evil magic he used, but he completely teased him, and then laughed and floated away.

Ren Qinglian was amazed when she heard it, knowing that there was a master among the fortune tellers in Chang'an City during this time, so she subconsciously asked about the name of the stinky Taoist.

Yuwen Tian is a rough person, where do you remember so clearly, only that the other party is a Taoist priest surnamed "Yuan".

Ren Qinglian felt a beat in her heart when she heard this, and secretly paid, could it be that this person was Yuan Shoucheng who was telling the hexagram for the Dragon King, and I don't know if the other party had calculated that when the other party was speculating on the outcome of this competition, he had already calculated that he, a merry sword ruffian, was already a man and a woman.

The next thing became clear, Yu Wentian failed to teach the Taoist priest who was a fortune teller, but found out from somewhere about the "hiding place" of his merry sword ruffian, and in anger, he actually went on a rampage all the way and crashed into this "immoral" place.

It wasn't until he was inadvertently woken up by Ren Qinglian that he panicked and wanted to leave, and he had no intention of finding Ren Qinglian to compete. However, the next delicacies of the mountains and seas are Hu Tianhu land that Yu Wentian eats, and he can't touch the north all of a sudden.

Ren Qinglian touched her nose and smiled bitterly, this simple Yuwentian can find himself, and other martial arts masters who have a little brains are not easier to approach themselves, it seems that this Fengyue Pavilion is no longer safe, for the sake of small lives, before the martial arts competition, it is better to come here less.

Thinking of this, he called in a few maids who were waiting outside, and ordered him to go down, "You guys help Yuwen Gongzi to rest first!" After speaking, he floated away in the admiration of all the maids.

It's just that Yuwentian is tall and big, and several maids began to work hard to lift him up after finishing nymphomaniac, and when he tried to lift him to the box couch, he didn't expect to be halfway up, and one of the maids slipped his hand and threw this Yuwentian hero to the sky, and let out a muffled snort in a daze, but scared several maids half to death.

And this scene was seen by the old bustard who had just sent Ren Dashao away and walked in with flowers, and naturally scolded him. However, Yu Wentian is notorious, and now he is drunk and rotten to death, naturally no one will take the initiative to say that he was thrown, and even made up his mind to frame it for Young Master Ren. Early the next morning, after waking up from drinking, Yuwen Gongzi suddenly woke up, as if he had been stepped on by someone's tail, and a gust of wind seemed to run out of the Fengyue Pavilion, and the old bustard and the others were secretly relieved.

However, Yu Wentian left in a hurry, and he didn't realize that he was dropped by the women last night, and he was actually broken.

For a while, the news that Qiankun was invincible to the Merry Sword Ruffian spread all over the streets and alleys, and on the second day before the competition, everyone already knew about it.

Yu Wentian, who realized it later, was naturally ashamed and indignant, but he would not say that he had actually violated the rules and precepts in the door, and went to the Qinglou to eat meat and drink wine.

Not to mention these, Ren Dashao, who became famous again, became more and more low-key, and in the next two days, he covered his head in the small room of the Sword Worship Pavilion, trying to sharpen his guns and cultivate something.

The night is as deep as the sea.

Although the cultivation of the Nameless Mind Method has become easier to get started than in memory, the cultivation of internal strength is more like the kung fu of water milling, which is just imperceptibly improving his physical fitness.

In the short term, the increase in combat power is not obvious. And because he was cultivating when he was walking, sitting, or even asleep, he didn't have to deliberately meditate on his knees or anything, so more often, he was pondering the famous Taixu Heavenly Sword.

The sword moved with him, reflecting the white candles in the room, fluttering and flickering.

After all, Ren Dashao has a foundation in sword practice, and these days, with the cultivation of the Nameless Heart Method, Ren Qinglian's body is gradually recovering, at least, compared to the heaviness he felt when he held the sword for the first time, now he can finish the entire set of Taixu Heavenly Swords out of breath.

"Boom !!" a few swords in a row, Ren Qinglian sighed, and the last style of "Break the halberd and be angry, the three armies are easy" The hidden sword is successful, but unfortunately, in addition to the whirring sword wind, the swordsmanship that should be extremely powerful is still a showmanship in his hands.

Just as he was about to continue pondering, a burst of "snapping" applause came from outside the window.

Following the voice, Ren Qinglian's eyes narrowed, and she panted and said, "It turned out to be the White Hall Master, and you are still interested in wandering around so late?!"

He rarely practiced swords so freely during the day, because he knew that this Sword Pavilion was also not a place where he could sit back and relax, at least, this White Hall Master was quite concerned about his whereabouts, but he didn't expect that at such a late hour, this old fox was still secretly watching him.

The White Hall Master is a tall and thin sixty-year-old man, who governs the entire dart game in Chang'an City, and his position among the elders is even more important.

"Young Master, I know that you have been pressing the hall master since you were a child, and you have never met Huai Cai, Bai really didn't see the wrong person!" "The hall master Bai looked kind, patted Ren Qinglian's shoulder, which was still a little trembling, and slowly narrowed a pair of old eyes, shooting out two lines of light, "The swordsmanship has a bit of heat, and there is a successor to the old hall master!"