Wine is a pleasant thing.

Since ancient times, literati and poets have indispensable wine when reciting poems and writing poems.

When warriors spar and dance with swords, wine is indispensable.

Lu Zhou sat down slowly.

With a wave of his hand.

Under his control, the wine jar filled the wine glass accurately.

Fill both glasses.

The aroma of wine overflows.

Pan Litian's mouth was drooling... If he hadn't known that his opponent was coming with bad intentions, he might have rushed up to him and drank to his heart's content.

Lu Zhou picked up the wine glass... and took a sip.

Creak, creak...

The coffin made a strange sound.

Gong Yuandu's drinking level is almost the same as that of Pan Litian.

The aroma of wine filled the surroundings, making him feel really itchy.

Lu Zhou didn't swallow the sip of wine.

Instead, spit it out gently.

Zi————

Drinks turned into swords, instantly forming three paths, left, center and right, shooting into the coffin.

Bang bang bang!

Three swords were nailed to the coffin.

Hua Wudao praised: "I almost forgot about the pavilion master's attainments in swordsmanship. I think back then, Luo Changqing of Yun Zong praised Yu Shangrong's swordsmanship in public more than once, but wasn't everything Yu Shangrong learned taught by the pavilion master?

"

Disciple is so scary.

How can the master be bad?

Gong Yuandu said hoarsely: "I admire you. Ordinary swordsmanship masters can only condense Qi into a sword. But a true swordsmanship master can turn everything into a sword."

Facing these sycophants, Lu Zhou did not waver, but stroked his beard and said, "It's not worth mentioning this little trick. You can block this move."

So why didn't he block?

Click——

The coffin lid whirled upwards.

A strong energy inside expanded to the surroundings, and a figure came out.

call!

Gong Yuandu appeared in everyone's sight.

He was unkempt, like a primitive man, with a full beard... His body was wrapped in rags, his arms were covered in dirt, and his skin was basically invisible.

This is the true face of Gong Yuandu, the greatest swordsman genius in Beidu.

Like a mummy covered in pulp.

Everyone took a step back after seeing this.

This is caused by living in a coffin for a long time.

Ordinary practitioners, after entering Tongxuan, can eat less... When entering the Brahma Sea, they can usually survive by eating one meal every three to five days. After entering the Divine Court, they can eat and drink once every ten and a half months. After entering the Yuan Sea, they can eat less.

God can feed on the vitality of heaven and earth...but if the time is too long, supplementary food will be needed.

It's hard to imagine how he survived in a coffin.

Eating, drinking, and urinating within a small area, hunting mice and insects in the mausoleum?

You can't think about this in detail, as it will make you feel uncomfortable.

The odor was blocked out by their respective body-protecting Qi.

Eyes were focused on him alone.

Gong Yuandu opened his eyes.

It seemed that he was not used to the dazzling light... He adapted for a moment before turning his gaze to the wine table in front of him.

At the same time, he glanced at Lu Zhou.

"Brother Ji has changed." Gong Yuandu slowly took his seat.

"oh?"

"Unable to speak."

He raised his right hand.

The entire wine jar is suspended above the head, with the head turned upward.

The wine in the wine jar falls like a waterfall.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong...

"happy!"

compare to.

Lu Zhou, holding a small wine glass and sipping wine, seemed to be a petty person.

Finished a jar.

With a wave of his hand.

The wine jar flew aside.

Landing slowly and accurately.

"Brother Ji... my cultivation is not as good as before. If we fight with real swords and real spears, I will definitely lose."

As Gong Yuandu spoke, pieces of mud fell off his face.

Lu Zhou sighed: "You know the end is coming, why bother with obsession?"

Gong Yuandu sighed and said, "Brother Ji, you are not as good as me."

"oh?"

"It's not as ruthless as I am, it's not as decisive and cold-blooded as I am. To a certain extent, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. When I was defeated by you, you could have killed me... and there would be no

One after another challenges, and the current situation." Gong Yuandu said.

Lu Zhou picked up the wine glass and said slowly:

"You do not understand."

Gong Yuandu was confused.

Lu Zhou continued: "If you die, I will have no opponent. It would be a bit boring to be in the cold at high places."

"Brother Ji lifts me up."

Gong Yuandu was overjoyed to be so admired by the most powerful demon in the world. However, due to the mud on his face and the fact that he had been living in a coffin for a long time, there was almost no fluctuation on the surface.

"Here comes the wine." Gong Yuandu waved.

The female practitioners nearby quickly brought in dozens more jars of centuries-old wine.

Pan Litian felt a burst of envy and hatred.

No matter how many century-old wine Motian Pavilion has, it can't stand up to such a drinking method.

How could Gong Yuandu care about Pan Litian's feelings and drink to the altar again.

A jar of wine is consumed in a short time.

"Brother Ji, please satisfy my last regret as a dying man." Gong Yuandu handed over his hand.

"In that case... I will help you." Lu Zhou said calmly.

"The old rule is to judge the sword with Tao."

Gong Yuandu swept over Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao.

Hua Wudao stood up and explained what happened before again.

Even without saying it, Lu Zhou understood what Gong Yuandu meant.

When he was at the Jianxu Mausoleum, he also said that his cultivation level had plummeted, and it was even more impossible for him to have any means of destroying the world in a battle with him.

Snapped!
To be continued...