That's when it happened.

Xia Lang straightened his chest, stood up straight, his eyes were firm, he held the flying sword hanging in front of him in his hand, held the sword with one hand, and pointed at Yang Sen and said calmly: "Senior Brother Yang, using these ordinary moves, it will be difficult for you and me to distinguish the winner from the winner no matter how many moves we compete!

"Okay, I'll also use a spell I just learned recently to suppress the bottom of the box to learn your trick!

Xia Lang was wrapped in aura again, and many of the leaves that fell beside him were swept up by the cyclone again.

The swirling leaves covered Xia Lang's figure, and the red aura seemed to burn, and suddenly, from the middle of the leaf tornado, a red dot gradually became larger, and finally became the size of a grinding disc, and a red spirit sword turned into a streamer that penetrated the cyclone and the entire space, and with a bang, it also penetrated Yang Sen's aura defense.

"Swordsmanship, a sword to break the sky!"

I don't know if Xia Lang's attack came too quickly to cast, or if Yang Sen's spell couldn't parry Xia Lang's trick at all, and it was pierced in one fell swoop.

Janssen lost!

When the streamer passed through Yang Sen, Gu Ming was so frightened that he almost jumped out, the matter is getting bigger, this is going to kill someone?!

It turned out that Gu Ming was making a fuss, because of the problem of perspective, he saw Xia Lang's sword qi cut off Yang Sen's waist.

But in fact, the sword qi only pierced through Yang Sen's body protection spell, grazing his body and shooting into the distance.

Yang Sen looked stunned, watching his belt break in disbelief, and his clothes were instantly scattered.

He hurriedly grabbed the pants that were sliding down at his waist, bowed his waist and raised his right hand tremblingly, pointing at Xia Lang and unable to speak angrily.

"You ......"

Xia Lang put the sword into his body, and smiled in the sunshine: "Senior Brother Yang, I have conceded!"

"You...... You wait!"

Yang Sen suddenly felt that he had lost face, stared at Xia Lang viciously, lifted his pants, fled with his qi, and disappeared into the forest in a moment.

For the loser's declaration that will not change for a long time, the winner often laughs at it!

When Yang Sen walked away, Xia Lang jumped on a relatively intact rock, leaned down and lay down, and with a flip of his hand, a wine gourd and a porcelain plate full of dry goods appeared on the stone beside him.

Big brother, what are you going to do?

If you don't leave after the discussion, take out some drinks and snacks, do you think this is a primary school student coming to the autumn outing?

Blowing a cool breeze, drinking wine, and eating side dishes, the pleasant summer waves made Gu Ming have a black line, and his irritability was slowly fermenting with time.

Nima, you can't go or not! Lao Tzu still has a lot of things to do!

One hour, two hours......

Seeing that the sun was setting, Xia Lang still had no intention of leaving.

His eyes were locked on the sunset on the horizon, holding the wine gourd in one hand and his knee in the other, letting the evening breeze stir his clothes and the tips of his hair.

Xia Lang sat quietly, taking a sip from time to time.

It was as if he could never finish the wine in his gourd.

Nima, Nima......

Gu Ming's curled up body was a little stiff!

Mudma, go! Mudma, go......

Gu Ming began to have some urgency.

At this moment, Xia Lang's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"It's been three hours, don't you want to leave?"

The ghost envoy said something in a hurry, so frightened that Gu Ming almost peed his pants.

Is this talking to me?

Didn't he?

Gu Ming was at a loss!

"You don't want to go, do you? Why don't you come out and have a drink with me?"

This time, Xia Lang withdrew his gaze locked on the setting sun, and turned his head to lock his gaze on the thatch where Gu Ming was hiding.

Muma, what are you hiding when you have been discovered!

Losers don't lose, on!

Gu Ming stood up from the grass and said cheekily: "Eh, this senior brother is polite, how embarrassing it is to let the senior brother treat him when we meet for the first time!"

In Xia Lang's laughter, Gu Ming moved his limbs, which were already a little stiff, and patted the weeds attached to his body.

Xia Lang looked at this "naughty" boy curiously and smiled!

Interesting, kind of interesting!

After Gu Ming finished moving his body, he looked at Xia Lang and found that this kid was plump and handsome, and he was really a sunny and handsome young man.

Xia Lang didn't care about Gu Ming's scrutiny, and smiled a little unexpectedly: "I thought it was a master who dared to come to the Moon Sword Sect to peep, and I didn't want to be the 'famous' Gu Ming." It's been a long time!"

Being called out of his identity, Gu Ming was very surprised: "Have you seen me?"

"I haven't seen it!"

"And how do you recognize me?"

Gu Ming was even more surprised.

"Hehe, I don't recognize it, but I can guess!"

Xia Lang sat up straight happily and continued: "Dressed in the guest uniform of the Moon Moon Sword Sect, he is fourteen or fifteen years old, his figure is thinner than his peers, and his patience and calmness are different from those of his peers, the key is that I don't know him yet!"

"Let me think about it, it just so happens that a registered disciple named Gu Ming that Master Lin recently accepted meets these conditions, so I don't know if it's you?"

Gu Ming didn't answer, but asked in surprise: "Are you famous, why do you recognize it as the most important criterion?"

"Haha, I've basically challenged the Qi refining stage disciples of the four major sword halls of the Sword Sect, and there are very few people I don't know! As for whether I'm famous or not, you'll know later, but now your limelight has overshadowed me!"

"A disciple of a second-grade garbage spirit root has turned the sword sect upside down, and recently it has become a blockbuster, and it is really beautiful!"

I heard Xia Lang mention his garbage spirit root in his words, but he didn't feel the disdain of others from his tone, but there was a kind of straightforward ridicule.

Xia Lang is not bad, Gu Ming thought.

For straightforward people, Gu Ming has always been very straightforward.

"Hehe, it's all a false name, a false name is tiring!"

"Haha, a little boy sighs that his false name is tiring, wonderful! It is rumored that Gu Ming's cultivation is not high but his face is very thick, so it seems that you must be Gu Ming! Haha!"

Gu Ming's words made Xia Lang laugh again.

"I'm Gu Ming, it's like a fake!What's the matter, do you have an opinion?!"

Xia Lang felt that although Gu Ming was young, he was very interesting, so he raised his wine glass and invited him sincerely: "Yes, yes! For the sake of you basking in the sun with me for three hours, do you want to sit down and have a drink and chat?"

"Good!"

Gu Ming readily agreed, anyway, this kid is not hostile, and it doesn't hurt to sit down and chat.

"But you'll have to wait!"

He turned his back to Xia Lang to solve the physiological problem.

"Huh?"

Xia Lang's invitation was interrupted by Gu Mingxi's peeing, and the raised wine glass froze in mid-air for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he laughed heartily again.

"Ahaha, interesting, interesting!"

It's so cool!

After holding it for so long, Gu Mingshuang shivered all over.

After fastening his pants, Gu Ming jumped on the rock, took the wine glass in Xia Lang's hand, smiled at him, and then raised his head and drank the wine.

The rice wine is sweet, the degree is low, and it is not on the top!

"It's rare that you're such a kid!"

Xia Lang's eyes were shining, and he also picked up the wine gourd and took a big sip.

Men are like that, sometimes friendship starts with a glass of wine.

What is true disposition?

Not pretentious, not pretentious, not hypocritical is true temperament.

After a few glasses of wine, the two began to get acquainted.

"Senior Brother Xia......"

"Call Brother Lang!"

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang! Come, Brother Lang, go first!"

The two touched and divided a cup and a pot.

"Brother Lang, why don't you get a wine glass out again, it's inconvenient to clink glasses with your gourd!"

"There's only one cup!"

"Huh?"

"Hehe, my brother and I drink alone on weekdays, why do you want two cups?!"

"Alone?"

"Brother, don't you know, wine can mess with people's minds, cultivators are the most taboo about this, the so-called 'chaotic demon life', so the door rules clearly say that although it is not forbidden, most cultivators don't like to drink, our sword cultivation is even worse, this Mochizuki Sword Sect can drink, there are not many people who can drink, plus eldest brother, I don't have friends on weekdays, who will accompany me to drink?!"

Gu Ming smiled when he heard this, "Oh! It's just a little wine, it's okay, if you want to drink and find me in the future, my little brother will accompany you!"

"Brother, confidant!"

I don't know if it's the strength of the wine or the excitement, anyway, Xia Lang's happy face is red.

The pot is big, and the sun and moon are long in the cup!

The two chatted and the topic opened.

"Brother, what are you doing as a little boy running into the depths of this back mountain?"

"Well, I took over the patrol mission of the sect!"

"What, you are a disciple of Keqing, what are you doing on the task of taking over the master's mission?"

“...... Lack of money!"

"Haha, wahaha!"

Gu Ming has a black line, is it embarrassing to lack money?

Uh, it's not a shame, is it?!

Seeing that Gu Ming was not very happy, Xia Lang hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's too much for my brother! Cultivators rarely care about money, and my brother often hears some disciples wailing about the lack of Dan, and I haven't heard anyone say that there is a lack of money for a long time!"

"Uh, it's okay! I'm used to it!"

In order to break the embarrassment, Gu Ming continued to ask: "Brother Lang, I see that the swordsmanship used by others is all the Mochizuki Sword Technique, why do you use the Imperial Sword Technique?"

"You don't know? Hehe, you've been here for a short time, and it's normal to not know! Brother Wei and my master were not originally from the Mochizuki Sword Sect, but now joining the Mochizuki Sword Sect can be regarded as a mentor!"

"Huh?"

It was the first time Gu Ming had encountered this situation.

"Hehe! This is very common in the Shenzhou Continent! The Luofu Sword Sect, where Brother Wei was originally located, was almost cut off due to the scarcity of people and the inheritance, so ten years ago, according to the regulations of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, it was merged into the Moon Moon Sword Sect!"

Speaking of this, Xia Lang looked into the distance, the sun had set, and the moon was slowly rising.

"Oh! No wonder Senior Brother uses different swordsmanship from others? Since he has been merged into the Mochizuki Sword Sect, isn't there anyone else in the Sword Sect who has come to learn the new sword technique? I see that Brother Lang, you are much more powerful than the Mochizuki Sword Technique!"

"Haha, brother, do you also think that the sword technique is more powerful than the Mochizuki sword technique? I also think that our sword technique is more powerful!haha!"

Xia Lang happily patted Gu Ming's shoulder, making him almost stumble.

Rubbing his shoulder, which felt a little painful, he slandered, I'm not a sycophant, right?

"When the master took his brother to worship the Mochizuki Sword Sect, he had already handed over the sword mantra and heart method to the Mochizuki Sword Sect, but the disciples of the Mochizuki Sword Sect had practiced the Mochizuki Sword Technique for many years, and no one was willing to give up all their efforts and start over, so no one has been willing to practice this sword art so far. ”

Xia Lang's handsome face looked a little lonely under the moonlight, and after raising the gourd and taking a big sip, his eyebrows were raised, and he said: "There is another reason that everyone hasn't said, they think that since my Luofu Sword Sect has died out, the sword art must have no value." I, Xia Lang, must let them know that our Imperial Sword Technique has been inherited for thousands of years, and its power is far greater than they imagined!"

It turned out that Xia Lang also had this kind of struggle under the fence, Gu Ming felt the same way, raised his glass and said: "Brother Lang, I support you! Come, have a drink!"

"Okay!