The world turns gray for the second time.

In the wind, his face was ashen from the drunkenness, and he sat back on the widened Taishi chair with a bang, almost smashing the chair.

"stop!"

He directly cut off the Jinxing screen, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said to the people around him:

"Go to Xingjie and contact Mr. Li. I want the exclusive right to preach this battle and all subsequent battles. Whatever they ask, I have Lingque!"

The messenger had already expected it and replied: "Master Li is not here..."

"Then contact Mr. Zhu!"

"Master Zhu doesn't pay attention to these things. He always doesn't like you, Mr. Feng... uh, us."

"Muzi Li, we invited so many people to drink, but you can't even get in touch with anyone who can talk?"

"No time for all..."

"Where is the Semi-Saint Zang? I have a drinking friendship with him!"

"Senior Zang Ren is also in retreat..."

Feng Zhongzui was originally dizzy, but when he drank the wine, he woke up with a fright. Suddenly he felt like he could no longer hold the quicksand between his fingers, and he panicked:

"Old Patriarch..."

"Master Feng, have you forgotten? My old master advised you to practice swordsmanship before, but you said you would practice it later, and he stopped seeing you."

"Take my warrant! Go and ask for Yang Lao!"

"Three months ago, Yang Lao, Mr. Tongsiren went to Xingjie to teach, but he has not returned yet..."

"Then please come back!"

"Master Feng, I've invited you dozens of times before, have you forgotten? I wanted Mr. Yang to go to the sword trial stage before, but he always ignored him..."

Ding.

Drunk and paralyzed in the wind, his heart beat rapidly, his face was as white as paper, and he had the illusion of being abandoned by the whole world.

It was clear that he had everything before counting his breaths!

He has seven million viewers. He even loses weight and persuades swordsmen. They are just making fun of him... right?

"Master Feng, you have sweated a lot. Please wipe it for you~"

The maid next to her came over again with her breasts lowered. She suddenly became drunk in the wind, slapped the girl away, and shouted loudly:

"waste!"

"I don't know Master Shou, I don't know Hua Jianxian, I don't know people with my dog's eyes... What's the use of raising you? You are trash! You are all trash!"

The whole hall was dead silent, and people were in panic.

Being drunk in the wind is like drowning, and you can no longer find anything that can support your current weight.

Until he had a flash of inspiration, his eyes widened, and he grasped the last straw:

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

"Yes! Xiao Wanfeng, quickly go to Xingjie to find Xiao Wanfeng!"

"I have a good relationship with him... No, I have a deep friendship with him. We are inseparable friends! He will help me, he will definitely help me!"

The messenger was indifferent.

Drunk in the wind, his voice was hoarse: "Go, why are you standing there in a daze?"

The messenger opened his mouth, glanced to one side, and sighed, but remained silent.

The sword test platform was empty.

At the corner of the corridor, they were scattered, scattered, and finally only a single figure was left, standing upright and shaped like a sharp sword:

"Drunk in the wind, I've always been here."

A soft call made me suddenly wake up from being drunk in the wind.

He raised his eyes and saw that the young man of the same age at the entrance of the corridor was majestic and heroic, carrying a giant sword and a casket behind him.

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Feng Zhongzui stood up again from the Taishi chair.

He suddenly recalled that Xiao Wanfeng did not live in Xingjie like him. This guy only went there once and then came back.

Guys who don’t know how to enjoy...

But he has been in Huayue Tower...

Yes, he had made an appointment with me before to go to the ghost and Buddha world to experience together. Are you waiting?

No, in the past six months, as soon as Jinxing Missionary School opened, I ran out of time. I didn’t mean to delay it, but I did completely forget about Xiao Wanfeng in the end, until now...

"Brother Xiao!"

Feng Zhongzui blinked hard, wiped away tears, and stretched out his hand to greet:

"Brother Xiao, save me! Brother Xiao, save me!"

"I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong...Brother Xiao, I only have you."

Xiao Wanfeng was not like the thousands of visitors to Huayue Tower in the past six months who rushed towards him. He still stood where he was and spoke calmly:

"I can't save you. The only one who can save you is yourself."

Feng Zhongzui opened his mouth and wanted to step forward, but it would be too cheap to approach him proactively. He lowered his hand and said:

"How to save me?"

Xiao Wanfeng frowned: "Come with me to the world of ghosts and Buddhas."

"good!"

Drunk and drunken in the wind, he must rise up.

He pushed open the Taishi's chair and ran forward, towards Xiao Wanfeng. After a few steps, he was out of breath and stopped with his head down.

He propped up his knees and suddenly seemed to realize something. He raised his eyes and looked at the young man at the entrance of the corridor.

The young man carries his sword and looks chivalrous.

He has become a fat ball, his sword is useless and his spirit has faded. Now he can't walk, and he is afraid of falling even when flying.

We are both in Huayue Tower, and we are of the same age and debuted together.

One is under the ground and the other is at the top of the sky.

Feng Zhongzui didn't think that he was the one in the underground. He was already a master. He held himself up and said:

"Go, go now!"

Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly and said in disappointment: "Huayue Tower is not only 108,000 miles away from the world of ghosts and Buddhas as Master Shou said, but also 108,000 miles away. Can you run?"

Feng Zhongzui waved his hand: "Carry up the sedan chair!"

"Saint-level ghosts have appeared in the ghost and Buddha world. Master Shou will carry the sedan for you. You may be safe and sound."

"Brother Xiao, are you kidding me? That's Master Shou! I thought, haha..."

"Drunk in the wind, you were the first to make a joke, wasn't it?" Xiao Wanfeng's eyes were cold, "When you carry a sedan chair to the ghost and Buddha world, do you think the ghost and Buddha world is also owned by Huayuelou?"

Drunk and silent in the wind.

He turned his head and looked north.

He once fought side by side with Master Shou in the Central Territory. He met half-saints, saint emperors, and enemies of ancestor gods. They were so high-spirited that they killed each other indiscriminately!

"A mere holy-level ghost..."

"The matchmaker's men are too weak. Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu didn't even meet each other, so they were killed by the white-faced ghost with one sword."

"Isn't there still Master Shou..."

"Have you seen Master Shou in the past six months?"

Drunk in the wind, I was speechless for a moment.

Master Shou is very busy. How big is my rank?

He is cultivating, so how can he meet me?

"Brother Xiao, you said this as if Master Shou saw you..."

"I've seen it."

"What?"

"I often go to the Xingjie to see Mr. Yang and Mr. Siren. I often go to the Zhongyuan world to see Master Shou and the Eight Masters..."

Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish his words, Feng Zhongzui laughed loudly, this time with tears coming from his laughter, and interrupted:

"Haha, Xiao Wanfeng, are you kidding me? How long has it been? The Eighth Sword Immortal..."
To be continued...