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.
To be continued...