The strangeness in Xiangfeng City attracted everyone's attention... People looked at Zhao Chu as if they were looking at a retarded person.
"Who do you think Wang Junchen is? Anyone who dares to joke with him...will end up miserable."
In the direction of Guxie City, an Eight Meridians genius looked sarcastic.
"I bet five gold coins that this beggar will be frozen into a lump of ice."
On the other side, there was also sneer.
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There is still about half an hour until the space rift opens...this period of time is the final rest period for the geniuses.
The appearance of a funny guy like Zhao Chu can be regarded as making a fool of everyone and relieving their solemn mood.
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The nine geniuses of Motong City all had cold faces and said nothing... Without Wang Junchen's order, they did not dare to act rashly.
But the cold power of the spiritual veins is already rolling around... As long as a command is given, it will be bombarded like a violent wind and rain.
finally!
As Zhao Chu approached... Wang Junchen's slightly closed eyelids slowly raised... His eyes were also cold white, as if they contained a world of ice and snow.
Calm... two people are exactly the same calm!
Everyone is calm and collected... The first civil war between the geniuses may be about to begin... No, it should not be called a civil war, it should be a unilateral provocation, and then an unforgettable lesson will be learned.
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"It doesn't matter...it takes a little effort..."
However, when Wang Junchen finished speaking, everyone almost lost their eyes... Even the nine geniuses of Motong City were stunned.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Junchen took two bottles of sour plum soup... The ice was like a spider web, densely spreading on the outer wall of the porcelain bottle. In a few blinks, the cold air was like curling smoke.
"Singing to wine, the river is stained with blood... There is only sour plum soup, but unfortunately there is no wine... What a pity!"
Wang Junchen looked at the sky aloofly, with a little loss in his white eyes.
"Yes, it's a pity."
Zhao Chu sat down and looked up at the sky like Wang Junchen, with a sigh on his face.
On weekdays, major martial arts schools strictly prohibit students from drinking alcohol. Alcohol will numb the meridians and acupuncture points. Over time, it will impair the students' cultivation.
"Haha, it's charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma is overflowing... Zhao Chu, it's baked... Do you want to eat it? One hundred gold coins per bite... Hehe..."
Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, and Ji Dongyuan came happily carrying a roast chicken.
"Hey...this dear friend, I see you, you have white eyebrows and white lips, you are suave, and in terms of appearance, you are only slightly inferior to Xiaosheng... My two brothers, we hit it off with you... How about taking advantage of the blood moon to cover the sky?
, we are sworn brothers with different surnames, we don’t want to be born in the same year, same month, and same day, but we want...forget it...we are sworn brothers anyway?"
Ji Dongyuan circled around Wang Junchen three times, and it felt like he felt like old friends at first sight.
"That's right... Xiaobaimei, although you don't let strangers in and you don't look easy... But I can see your loneliness from your eyes... In fact, we are all men with stories... Raise a glass and invite
The bright moon and the shadow become three people... We drink with loneliness and revel with the blood of evil monsters..."
Zhao Chu patted his head, feeling a little sympathetic to each other... Of course, he also started to make noises and join in the fun.
"Haha... hahaha... sworn brothers? Haha... interesting, interesting... this is the first time someone has talked to me like this since I was a child... interesting, interesting..."
Whoosh!
Wang Junchen burst into laughter, and then he flicked his fingers, and three ice ridges were inserted into the ground... wisps of cold smoke rose up, like a burning incense burner.
Ji Dongyuan scratched his head and put the roasted chicken directly under the ice as a sacrifice.
Then, not to be outdone, Zhao Chu ruthlessly pulled the cork off the bottle of sour plum soup.
"The emperor and heaven are above, as evidenced by the thick soil... I, the king Junchen..."
"I, Ji Dongyuan..."
"I, Zhao Chu..."
"From today onwards, we are sworn brothers with different surnames, sharing weal and woe, sharing weal and woe. We must share joys and sorrows together... Although we are not born in the same way, we want to die together..."
Inexplicably, the three of them actually bowed to the sky.
"My birthday is January."
Wang Junchen's cheeks, which had always been as lumpy as ice, were inexplicably flushed with blood.
"Xiaosheng, July."
Ji Dongyuan flicked his sleeves.
"I, uh... it should be the twelfth lunar month."
Zhao Chu frowned, looking reluctant.
"In this case, I, Wang Junchen, am the eldest brother, and Ji Dongyuan is the second brother... Zhao Chu is the third brother... Haha, it's great."
Picking up the sour plum soup, Wang Junchen took a swig...and handed the bottle to Ji Dongyuan...
"Haha, little third brother, if you have to be obedient from now on, you will finally have a seniority, haha!"
Ji Dongyuan also took a big sip, and the soup dripped down the corners of his mouth.
"well!"
Zhao Chu also raised his head and drank, but his face was sad... He was originally going to be the eldest brother.
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Stunned!
At this moment, everyone in the bustling camp was stunned.
Who is that?
That's Wang Junchen.
The leader of Motong City, the frost-sealed body...the legendary most powerful person in the awakening period of Qinggu Kingdom...actually became a sworn sworn brother?
Or with two idiots?
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"What a piece of bad luck... Bah..."
Immediately, many geniuses turned their backs on each other with sarcastic looks on their faces, looking down on Zhao and Chu even more.
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However, the other nine leaders had frosty and solemn expressions on their faces.
"Senior Brother Bai, what do you think of Wang Junchen... Even if he wants to become a sworn brother, the brother he is looking for should be looking for you!"
In Ruyi City, an Eight Meridians genius said angrily.
"You... don't understand."
Baiyelong shook his head slightly:
"You take ten steps towards Wang Junchen."
Hearing this, the genius frowned and walked towards Wang Junchen... Ruyi City is not far from Motong City... The genius took three steps, and the soles of his feet touched the frost of the earth...
Step four... His expression changed drastically.
Step five... He was shaking all over.
Step six... He turned back in surprise, with a look of shock on his face.
The seventh step... click, a layer of frost spread across his calves like a spider web.
Step eight... He no longer has the courage to go out...
At this moment, he was still several hundred meters away from Wang Junchen.
"Being sworn sworn sworn brother with Wang Junchen... maybe I'm not qualified yet..."
Baiyelong smiled bitterly and shook his head.
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Other camps also have doubts, abuse, ridicule... and disdain.
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"Dances with wolves requires you to be a wolf yourself... Xiangfeng City, this city that suddenly appeared... is not simple."
When Ya Luocheng returned to He Jiang, he looked at the three people who were tearing apart the roasted chicken in the distance, squeezing it together with his palms.
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"Shut up...it's embarrassing...can't you see? Someone who can walk up to Wang Junchen and still talk and laugh is a waste?"
"I think you are the losers."
Ancient Xiecheng... Guan Fenggu's chest rose and fell violently.
As soon as you appear, it's a meeting between kings. You can imagine the intense pressure.
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"What are the backgrounds of these two weird guys!"
No one dares to underestimate the leaders and geniuses.
Being able to chat and laugh with Wang Junchen is a demonstration of strength in itself.
You know, the nine geniuses beside Wang Junchen took special anti-cold elixirs.
Feng Haoyan gritted his teeth and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face!
I am the tenth genius...the representative of Xiangfeng City...what is your attitude...you are completely ignoring me, completely ignoring me.
Zhao Chu...hateful Zhao Chu.
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Ten minutes passed.
The major leader cities remained silent, and even other weak cities had nothing to say.
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outside world.
On the giant screen, the scene of the three people making sworn vows was also displayed in front of the national audience.
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"This little guy makes people worry-free wherever he goes."
In Xiangfeng City, Liu Lao looked up at the sky and smiled.
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"Wang Junchen... being able to sworn sworn friends with Zhao Chu is the luckiest experience in your life."
In a deep mountain in Xiangfeng City, a bald man with scars sat cross-legged on the treetops... The golden light in his eyes flashed, and thousands of miles away, the picture in the giant light curtain was clear and clear.
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sensation!
This was an incident that shocked the whole country, and many people even began to investigate the backgrounds of Zhao Chu and Ji Dongyuan.
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Boom boom… boom boom… boom boom!
Finally, half an hour passed... Within the giant screen, the earth suddenly began to tremble.
When the earthquake struck, all the geniuses were in a hurry and could not stand steadily... At the same time, the sky seemed to be infiltrated by sulfuric acid, leaving ugly scars... The dense cracks were like slightly open lips dripping with pus and blood.
Endless... overwhelming...
Within these lip-shaped cracks... an endless evil demon descends as far as the eye can see...