Chapter 1490: A meal of wine in front of Huayue Tower, test the three-foot sword in your chest
"Listen to the dust downwind."
"Ye Bansheng's great presence brings glory to the Feng family."
As the crowd gathered their clothes, Feng Tingchen flew out of the sky to greet the semi-saint, neither humble nor arrogant, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.
There was no sharp aura of a swordsman in his whole body, and he looked like an ordinary old man.
Wearing a simple and simple blue and white sword robe, and matching the long white hair at the temples, it perfectly cultivates the tall man's erectness and a somewhat free and uninhibited temperament.
"Mr. Feng is so polite."
Ye Xiaotian turned his eyes calmly, and the first thing he saw was the sword on Feng Tingchen's chest and waist.
Twenty-one Famous Swords, He Jian Tingchen.
The sword is more than three feet long, and the hand guard is engraved with the image of a red-crowned white crane spreading its wings. The whole body is dark and yellow, and it is extraordinary and refined.
Just like Feng Tingchen, he is unknown and hidden from the world, but he still has a fighting spirit.
Raise your head slightly.
But I saw that this old man had extremely shallow eyebrows and wrinkles on his forehead.
His face is already in his twilight years, but his eyes are more energetic and piercing than those of his youth.
"The ancient sword cultivators are all the same. They are polite on the surface, but their hearts are as high as the sky..."
Ye Xiaotian cursed with his belly, his figure slightly lifted up, keeping him at the same level as Feng Tingchen, but not beyond.
In terms of cultivation, he is a semi-sage, while Feng Tingchen is just a swordsman.
However, the latter's combat power is unknown, and I want to see if he has returned to his original state and is no different from an ordinary half-saint.
In terms of qualifications, Feng Tingchen is extremely old, only one generation lower than Mei Siren and Yu Tu, and lower than the other sword immortals of his generation, such as Gou Wuyue, Rao Yaoyao... who else is there? Anyway?
They are all a generation older!
Ye Xiaotian had heard of this man's reputation when he was young. Now that he has come to see him as a saint, he doesn't dare to act recklessly. He is not such a person either.
"Time is very tight. I should have told you everything Mr. Siren should say." Ye Xiaotian said straight to the point, "Where is the war supervisor of the Feng family? Just follow me to the Central Territory!"
"Me." Feng Tingchen smiled and pointed at himself.
"You?" Ye Xiaotian was surprised. Isn't this guy out of touch with the world? Can Xu Xiaoshou still blow him into the game in a battle with Beibei?
"There is also Mr. Yang." Feng Tingchen said, pointing back.
On the Feng Family Tingfeng Pavilion, another figure of an ancient sword cultivator jumped out.
This man has a thin figure and a towering forehead. With a sword on his back, he has the power to lift mountains.
Completely opposite to Feng Tingchen, his temperament is not restrained, but completely released, like an unsheathed sword.
"Old Yang, Yang Chexi." Feng Tingchen introduced.
"I've met Ye Bansheng." Yang Xizhi has a goat's beard, his eyes are so sharp that they can pierce people, and his words are warm and sharp, and he looks like a man who doesn't want to be inferior to others.
Yang Xizhi, Guyu, Yutu and Meisi are all old people of that generation, a generation older than Feng Tingchen.
But it was only this year that he was selected as one of the Seven Swordsmen. The two elders in "Two Elders and One Smiling Liu Fuyu" refer to Elder Gu and Elder Yang.
"The Second Sword Immortal?"
Ye Xiaotian looked over with a half-smile.
For someone like Feng Tingchen, he would talk politely.
Ye Xiaotian likes to stimulate this kind of sharp-edged ancient sword cultivator.
Just like Xiao Qixiu who stimulated his youth, one sentence can bring out many reactions from these temperamental swordsmen.
"yes."
Yang Xizhi, however, nodded heavily, without feeling unhappy or retorting. He admitted his ranking frankly, and seemed not to hear the slightest bit of sarcasm in Ye Xiaotian's words.
Seeing that he took the lead, Ye Xiaotian was not embarrassed.
Gu Jianxiu was very depressed. Who knows what they were really thinking about at this moment.
Feng Tingchen laughed and interrupted casually:
"Ye Bansheng is really humorous."
"However, the new list of Seven Sword Immortals has been initially determined. The ranking is only temporary. The real results will be revealed when the list is closed. The strength of Mr. Yang is more than this."
Ye Xiaotian turned around when he heard the sound, thinking that this guy dared to be taller than him when he first came out, and said:
"I have a question. I am curious..."
"This list of Seven Sword Immortals was reviewed by your Feng family in the Southern Region. Mr. Yang has a good relationship with Mr. Feng and also lives in Fengjia City. I heard that you two have a very good friendship, so I went to sleep after eating."
“Then why is it that the ‘two old men’ in ‘Two Old Men and One Smile’ are not the old sheep in front, but the old grain in front?”
Yang Xizhi was indifferent, and even moved his eyes to Feng Tingchen, as if he wanted to hear his answer in front of outsiders.
Feng Tingchen was still chatting and laughing, and never stood aside or ignored Ye Bansheng. He smiled and answered and asked:
"If Ye Bansheng wants to ask this..."
"Should I answer seriously and rank according to the evaluation of 'Sword Tower', or should I joke about it and say it is to avoid suspicion?"
Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and heard the hidden edge in his words.
Feng Tingchen was able to manage the Feng family in such a chaotic place as the Southern Territory, and he was indeed not an ordinary person.
These words not only directly responded to the suspicion of the "Seven Swordsmen" by those who didn't know much about it, but also insinuated Ye Xiaotian's excessive jokes.
However, when he said it, he was so gentle that it was not difficult for people to accept it. At the same time, he kicked the ball back and let the questioner make his or her own choice of answer, and then make a decision based on the attitude of the response.
Not targeted or hostile.
But if you are here to cause trouble, the Feng family is not a good person. They dare to pick up your jokes and are capable of refuting your tit-for-tat!
"Ha ha……"
Ye Xiaotian laughed and led him away.
Of course he is not looking for trouble, he is just here to pick up people.
This question was purely out of curiosity, and at most it contained a bit of personal displeasure - of course it was limited to the height level and not directed at the Feng family.
Seeing that Feng Tingchen's attitude hardened, he walked down the stairs and skipped the topic:
"It's just a joke."
"Then I will take you and Yang Lao to the Central Territory right now? Are there others who want to accompany you?"
Feng Tingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't want to make an enemy of a mysterious and semi-sage. He didn't know how he got into trouble, and he came so violently.
It would be best if everyone could take a step back.
"When I get old, I can only supervise the war."
"The Feng family has also recruited a young junior to accompany him to Yujing City to take charge of official affairs and handle some trivial matters."
"Ye Bansheng, just take me and the other three. Thank you for your hard work."
After Feng Tingchen said this, he moved his hand downwards, but failed to attract anyone. His expression changed.
Ye Xiaotian was not in a hurry and cast a curious look.
Feng Tingchen looked back and smiled, turned around and shouted: "Drunk in the wind!"
"Ah, here it comes, here it comes..."
Only then did a young figure in white emerge from the Feng family's mansion.
He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very handsome, his face was a little red, and his hair was disheveled and wet.
The white shirt on her body was tied with a simple black belt, leaving most of her chest open, and the knot was tied crookedly. It was obvious that she came up in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, Ye Laoyang, Lao Fenglao...oh no, my old master."
The young man looked very frightened and apologized repeatedly: "I paid too much attention to Ye Bansheng's arrival, so I went to take a bath and change clothes, and was delayed for a while. I punished myself three times..."
Snapped!
As he spoke, he slapped himself, covered his face, and changed his words: "Slap yourself as a punishment, hehe, hehe."
This slap is really hard!
The young man's mouth was a little crooked, and there were four red marks on his cheeks.
Feng Tingchen could smell the smell of alcohol from a distance, and his face turned livid.
The semi-saint came in person and said not to neglect, not to neglect, but this guy actually went to drink!
How can you shower and change clothes out of respect? It's just a fact to try to wash away the smell of alcohol on your body, right?
After giving Ye Bansheng an apologetic look, Feng Tingchen lowered his gaze and moved it to the wine bag on the young man's waist. Anger arose in his heart and he was about to take action.
"Buzz!"
Hejian Tingchen trembled slightly.
The young man's hands seemed to be greased and extremely slippery, and he quickly sent the wine bag that he had almost forgotten to the space ring.
"Ahaha...burp."
This awkward laugh was intended to lighten the mood, but I didn't intend for it to cause a wine burp.
Drunk in the wind, he covered his mouth desperately. With a slightly grateful look in his nervous and excited eyes, he swept the famous sword on the waist of the old family master without leaving a trace. He inhaled wildly through his nose and tried to suck up the smell. At the same time, he said in embarrassment.
:
"Well, it's getting late."
"The big bosses should move out quickly. We can't keep Mr. Mito waiting for too long, right?"
Feng Tingchen almost pulled out the famous sword.
Feng Zhongzui rushed up and hugged his thigh, and at the same time tightly covered He Jian Tingchen.
"Don't..." he begged.
Feng Tingchen sighed and turned around helplessly:
"Feng is ashamed, making Ye Bansheng laugh."
"This son is the most talented among the younger generation of our Feng family, but he is also the most naughty and always misses the point."
"If Ye Bansheng is neglected because of this, if Ye Bansheng says one sentence, I will replace him immediately and I will never take him to the Central Territory this time!"
"Ah?" Feng Zhongzui panicked at this, holding Feng Tingchen's thigh with one hand and refusing to leave, and wrapped his other hand around Ye Xiaotian's, crying and crying:
"Senior Ye, give me a chance. I really, really want to go to the Central Territory. I have an agreement... Well, give me a chance anyway!"
As he said this, he could still look back at Yang Xizhi, but it was a pity that he didn't have a third hand, so he stretched out his legs and tried his best to hook his feet.
Yang Xizhi, who was watching the show while stroking his goatee, suddenly lost his expression and took half a step back.
Drunk in the wind, I could not seduce anyone. I took a sniff and swallowed: "Old Yang, please tell me something. This opportunity is really rare. I was wrong. I will never drink again..."
Ye Xiaotian was really a little angry just now.
In the entire Southern Territory Sinland and the entire Fengjia City, everyone who saw Ye Bansheng coming would lower their clothes and hold their hands in hand as a sign of respect.
This young man smelled of alcohol and was extremely rude. Although his words were sincere, there was no trace of respect in his eyes.
He thought about taking the opportunity to get angry, beat up the Feng family, and then sell some favors.
But when I saw that young man dared to use Feng Tingchen’s thigh with one hand, his own thigh with the other, and even stretched out his foot to hook Yang Xizhi...
Ye Xiaotian suddenly fell into a trance.
At a certain moment, he felt like he was back in Tiansang Ling Palace.
After returning to a certain idiot who destroyed the Tianxuan Sect, he held a bunch of world-suppressing treasures, and dared to reach out and hook the fallen sealing ring under his nose...
picture!
so similar!
In this situation and scene, except that the characters don't match up, the "bad" feeling is exactly the same.
Ye Xiaotian woke up quickly and waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter. He looked at the young man: "What's your name?"
"Drunk in the wind!" The young man jumped up, wiped his nose, his eyes were bright, he patted his chest, and boasted:
"My name is Feng Zhongzui, and I am the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Feng family. The next successor of He Jian Tingchen will of course be the next, or the next, or the next head of the Feng family...
…Ouch!"
Feng Tingchen struck with his sword, causing a bruise on the back of the boy's head. He grimaced in pain, and finally sighed: "It made Ye Bansheng laugh."
"It doesn't matter..." Ye Xiaotian stared at the young man who was covering his head, squatting, crouching, grinning in pain, but he could still raise his eyes to look at the ground, clearly looking for something, and sighed for no reason:
"Young and energetic, some tempers are normal."
"It's better than those people who are obviously not old, but pretend to be old-fashioned and have seen through the world and all kinds of life."
"Well, he reminds me of a guy..."
"Oh? Who is it?" Feng Tingchen turned his head and looked around. In fact, among the younger generation of the clan, his favorite was also Feng Zhongzui, who was unpretentious, had no eyes for gods and Buddhas, and was a natural-born ancient swordsman.
Ye Xiaotian shook his head and did not answer, thinking that you would see him soon.
"Can we go?" He returned to the topic.
"Okay." Feng Tingchen nodded, and all the people accompanying him had arrived. Ye Bansheng didn't mind that Feng Zhongzui was the best.
"Let's go then!" Ye Xiaotian turned his head and looked at Mr. Yang, who nodded to express that he had no objection.
He looked at Feng Zhongzui again...
The young man still lowered his body, not caring about the big guys around him, and bent his head to look at the ground.
"Do you have anything else?" Ye Xiaotian's lips curled up.
"Oh, no! No! Let's go and leave him alone." Feng Zhongzui immediately realized that several big bosses were waiting for him, and he felt very frightened.
Ye Xiaotian smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He twirled the space secret formation under his feet and said, "Transportation across domains, you three, please be careful."
Buzz!
The secret array diagram comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
The entire Fengjia City raised their eyes and looked at the four figures in the sky. Not long after they stopped, they all turned into light and were about to disappear.
At this moment, the transmission was about to be completed...
Feng Zhongzui, who had not yet given up his search, suddenly fixed his gaze on the huge preaching mirror on the first viewing platform.
He jumped up high, with ecstasy in his eyes. He held it in front of his mouth with one hand, grabbed the wine bag with the other and shook it wildly. He "roared" his voice in the most hysterical shouting method:
"Hahahaha, Xiao Wanfeng, I found you!"
"Stay there obediently and take a good look at your heroic figure, Brother Feng, and me in front of the preaching mirror. Don't fall in love with me later!"
"When I come back, don't forget the promise...Have a drink in front of Huayue Tower and try the Three-Child Sword in your chest! You will definitely become famous! Then I will be..."
"Uh-huh, don't mention your ears! It hurts!"
The vision of cross-domain space transmission disappeared, and no one was seen in the sky.
The well-trained Fengjiacheng suddenly erupted into heated discussions that had been suppressed for a long time:
"The secret of space! Ye Bansheng is so strong. He just worked alone and led the old family master to complete the teleportation. It's amazing."
"I didn't expect that the old master of the family would personally supervise the battle between Master Shou and Bei Sword Immortal, and Mr. Yang was also dispatched. Then, wouldn't all the Sword Immortals be in front of the preaching mirror later?"
"I heard that there is Mr. Siren! I'm always excited. I have admired Mr. Siren for a long time. I heard that he is still holding the Taicheng Sword, which is the sword of Mr. Yutu. If you calculate it, Mr. Yutu also has it.
Be present!”
"Master Shou seems to have blocked the door to Kyoto in the Central Region. Now we can finally see the frontal battlefield. I'm really looking forward to it..."
The first viewing platform is in front of the preaching mirror.
Not only the big names are talking here, there are also some people who pay attention to the details.
At the last moment, Feng Zhongzui had been staring at this place and shouting clearly...
"Speaking of which, who has Mr. Zui made friends with recently, Xiao Wanfeng? I haven't heard of him. Is he also an ancient sword cultivator?"
"A drunken man makes a friend every day. He was drunk in Huayue Tower for three months and never returned home. If you count him as a friend, then he has friends from all over the world, haha!"
"He is also a wonderful man. I have had a drink with him. I am not praising him. He has a huge chest and a mountain of swords. If he had been born a few years earlier, there is no doubt that he would have been on the list of the Seven Swordsmen of this year!"
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, he is too young, but he said that Xiao Wanfeng will become famous. I have rarely heard Mr. Zui give such a high evaluation, but in front of Ye Bansheng, in front of the old family master, when
In front of everyone in Fengjia City!"
"Who is Xiao Wanfeng? Stop for a moment!"
Everyone was holding swords and looking around, but they couldn't find the rightful owner.
Indeed, as far as Fengjia City is concerned as the "Drunken Young Master" who is famous in the southeast and northwest, Xiao Wanfeng is simply unknown.
Among the major ancient sword cultivating forces nearby, there seems to be no big family famous for their surname "Xiao".
But soon, everyone's focus turned back from the shouts before the wind drunkenly walked away, and returned to the preaching mirror.
Because this huge mother mirror quickly lit up as Ye Bansheng disappeared!
At first, there was a rustling sound, accompanied by blurry picture particles, shadowy and shadowy, floating in the sky above everyone's heads like a mirage.
Immediately afterwards, the light and scenery inside took shape, transforming into a magnificent and prosperous city, with snow falling all over the sky and osmanthus shadows in the wind.
The fragrance seems to have spread from the Central Region to Fengjiacheng, the first viewing platform in the Southern Region.
"Look!"
"It's Yujing City!"
"What a big city!"
Everyone's eyes immediately froze, their faces filled with heat, and they stared closely at the preaching mirror, witnessing the appearance of a figure on it.
Xiao Wanfeng turned and looked around.
Unlike everyone present, he was still slightly absent-minded and still immersed in the drunken shouts just now.
"I will definitely become famous?"
At that time, he, Xiao Wanfeng, just happened to pass by the Huayue Tower. He was stunned by the girls dressed in gorgeous clothes, and then the drunken man jumped down from the three-story building, caught him, and drank forcibly.
A meal of wine.
But it was just a meal of wine. The drunken man chatted here and there, chatting happily, and finally he was able to hold his hand and make a promise of "a meal of wine, a sword in the chest".
He was even so sure that he could succeed.
He even knew...
"Young master Xu knows me, Mr. Zui knows me, but I don't know me."
Xiao Wanfeng looked at the preaching mirror and finally saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure of the nine-tailed young man in black.
That got the whole crowd cheering!
The world seems to be isolated from itself, and the cheers are gradually fading away.
Xiao Wanfeng was still in a daze, and his hand slowly touched his chest, where the sword intent was so hot that it almost felt like it was gushing out.