However, such a graceful and moving body and a cold and aloof temperament, although not as good as Sun Mingyue, are rare to see. They are much better than those vulgar powders and can catch his eyes.? ?
His confusion and loneliness suddenly receded, and he was filled with excitement and excitement. He hurriedly took two steps forward and followed him into the restaurant. He came to the table where the woman was sitting and sat down directly next to him.
The woman was sitting there alone, holding her cheeks and thinking deeply, seemingly lost in worry. Seeing that Song Zhifan felt pity in his heart, he wished he could go forward and hear what troubles she had, so that he could help her solve her problems.
Unfortunately, he knew that if he stepped forward rashly, he would be regarded as a prostitute. Even though he had never been in love with a woman, he knew this basic truth.
Because as a leader, every move he makes must be scrutinized by his followers. He has always been as calm as an old man in Fukong Mountain, without any violation of the rules, so he has never had anything to do with women.
He ordered a pot of wine and a few side dishes, then sat next to the woman and drank slowly, leisurely, while looking at the woman.
Wearing a white gauze, he couldn't see his face clearly, but when eating, no matter how powerful his martial arts skills were, he would still have to take off the veil, so he wanted to see the woman's appearance clearly before deciding what to do.
After a while, the waiter brought the food. The woman in white gently took off her white gauze, revealing a mediocre face. Song Zhifan was immediately disappointed and sighed secretly.
Yes, how many women like Sun Mingyue are there in the world? How could I be so lucky to meet him? At this point, I am far less lucky than Chu Li, what a damn guy!
Thinking of this, he stomped his feet bitterly, drank the wine in one gulp, then continued to pour a glass for himself, drank it all in one gulp, and drank the whole pot of wine in one go, and then asked for another jar.
One jar after another, he drank ten jars of wine in a short time.
When he was deliberately drunk, he did not use his energy at all, but deliberately stopped his internal energy to avoid decomposing the alcohol on his own. It would be difficult for the body of a god to get drunk.
Without the internal strength to relieve the hangover, I drank ten jars of strong liquor to get myself drunk.
People around him stayed away as soon as they saw it. The waiter in the distance was a little frightened. At first, he was very happy when the customer asked for so much wine. These spirits were the best and most expensive in the store.
The wine can make a lot of money, but seeing that Song Zhifan drank so violently and was deliberately getting drunk, he suddenly became worried. If he drank Bawang wine and tried to do something, many customers would be scared away, which would be really troublesome.
But seeing Song Zhifan's appearance, the waiter didn't dare to step forward to persuade him, so he could only step aside and stare worriedly.
After drinking ten jars of strong wine, Song Zhifan was slightly tipsy and felt an indescribable enjoyment. He was as light as an immortal and everything became pleasing to the eye.
"Haha..." He suddenly laughed loudly, showing a hearty and heroic spirit.
He glanced around and saw frightened looks.
Although he suppressed his martial arts and prevented the flow of internal energy to relieve his drunkenness, he forgot to suppress it again when he was slightly tipsy, so the long laughter was mixed with the internal energy of the gods. How could ordinary people bear it?
Fortunately, he only laughed twice, and everyone felt thunderous and thunderous, and their hearts were pounding out of their chests, which was unbearable.
When Song Zhifan saw their eyes, he suddenly felt bored.
No matter how majestic he is in front of these people, no matter how powerful he is as a god, not only can he not be able to defeat Chu Li, but he has to be humiliated and ridiculed by Chu Li. Every time, he steps forward to humiliate himself.
Thinking of this, he hated himself even more.
"Bang!" His eyes suddenly shot out with lightning, he grabbed the long sword on the table and disappeared in a flash.
"Ding..." His chest suddenly exploded, and two balls of white powder floated down, but it was Ning Xinpei who exploded, used to protect his soul. It was exploded at this time, and it was obvious that his soul had been fatally attacked.
"Despicable!" Song Zhifan snorted angrily and took a step forward to meet Chu Li.
Chu Li emerged from the void, and the God-killing Sword had already been thrust out. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by Ning Xinpei, and he shook his head helplessly.
The sword in Song Zhifan's hand suddenly shone brightly, then exploded with a "bang".
"You!" Song Zhifan immediately knew that Chengying Sword had been tampered with.
He used the Heaven-Slaying Technique with all his strength, and the Shadow-bearing Sword could not withstand the power of the Heaven-Slaying Technique and exploded into pieces.
Chu Li chuckled: "Master Song, without the Shadow Bearing Sword, what would be the power of your Heaven-Slaying Art?"
"Chu Li, what did you do!" Song Zhifan gritted his teeth and glared at Chu Li, sneering: "No wonder you are so kind and want to return the sword to me. You thought you really didn't like this sword."
Chu Li shook his head: "How can you look down on such a sword?"
"You are so despicable and shameless!" Song Zhifan shook his head and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person, I really think highly of you!"
Chu Li nodded and said: "I am such an unscrupulous person. Who asked Master Song to kill me? I have no choice but to take the initiative. What tricks will Master Song have this time? Ning Xinpei has been shattered, and
What can stop the God-killing Sword?"
As he spoke, he condensed the God-killing Sword.
The void in his mind originally only had one sword, but it failed to achieve success after stabbing Song Zhifan. Now he needs a second sword. The power of the sword just now was amazing, otherwise it would not have destroyed two pieces of Ning Xin Pei at once.
This sword is two swords united into one, and its power is astonishing. Unfortunately, it is a pity that God's calculations failed and it still failed to accomplish anything. It takes a few words to condense the sword again.
Song Zhifan sneered: "Do you think you will win?"
Chu Li said: "Without the Shadow Cheng Sword, can the Heaven-Slaying Art still stop me?"
"Of course!" Song Zhifan said proudly: "Chu Li, do you think you are the smartest?"
Chu Li frowned and looked at him.
Song Zhifan took out a short sword from his arms. The sword was only as long as his forearm. The scabbard was colorful in ancient colors, and a strong ancient aura came to his face.
He shook the dagger proudly and sneered twice: "Have you ever heard of this sword? The ancient dragon tooth sword."
Chu Li frowned and shook his head.
Song Zhifan hummed: "It's okay to tell you that this Dragon Tooth Sword is said to come from the teeth of the golden dragon. It is indestructible and even better than the Shadow Sword!"
Chu Li smiled and said: "How can a golden dragon have teeth?"
"Who told you that the golden dragon has no teeth?" Song Zhifan said disdainfully: "You are a disciple of Yinxian Mountain, haven't you seen the golden dragon yet?"
Chu Li shook his head.
Song Zhifan sneered: "Then you can experience the power of the Dragon Tooth Sword!"
He slowly drew out the dagger, and suddenly the light flashed, and a more powerful force surged out, filling his whole body.
As soon as Chu Li felt this aura, he knew that he would return without success today. It seemed that the Dragon Tooth Sword was real. Song Zhifan was so good, but he underestimated him. He didn't expect that he could hide his trump card and didn't take it when he competed with him.
Bring out the strongest sword.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the Dragon Tooth Sword in Song Zhifan's hand shook. It became brighter and brighter, blocking the blow of the God-killing Sword.
Chu Li shook his head.
As expected, the God-killing Sword couldn't do anything to him. It originally wanted to take advantage of him being drunk and plot to make him injured or unconscious, and then read the Heaven-Slaying Technique from his mind.
It's a pity that people are not as good as God. He had done some tricks on the Shadow Sword before. The fire of the Suzaku and the spirit tiger's aura made a circle on the Shadow Sword respectively. The auras of the two spiritual beasts, the cold and the fierce, passed by.
The Chengying Sword can no longer withstand it, and will explode if it encounters the Heaven-Slaying Technique again.
But Song Zhifan actually had a Dragon Tooth Sword hidden in his hand, which was really helpless! 8