The wine has been filled, who dares not to give the Eighth Sword Immortal this face?

Regardless of whether it was true or false, everyone drank the second glass of wine in one go. While their blood was boiling, they were still in a fog.

"how?"

The eight statues look forward wisely.

Hua Changdeng remained silent, and finally drank the wine in his glass, which was regarded as acknowledgment of this half-positive, half-roundabout answer.

…

"Let's talk about the boss!"

"Look! Hurry! These two slutty ancient sword cultivators, I waited for half a glass of wine, but they actually talked about Boss Shen Yi, and said that Boss Shen Yi can stop the Demon Ancestor, haha..."

"Why are you laughing? I think this guy named Ba is quite discerning!"

"I also think Ba Zunzhen can win, so I just said this to him... But can you stop drinking and start fighting? I have never seen 'one poem, one sword, one sword, one song' with my own eyes!"

"Yes, Momojiji looks like two girls, they are men! Just fight!"

At the cross street corner, many dead disciples gathered together, leaning against the spiritual master with a palm in a cluster, watching the battle at Lingyu Mountain together.

The muttering was muttering, the bickering between the two was quite interesting, and everyone watched it with gusto.

And before the war started head-on, they actually mentioned the cross street corner.

The Eight Masters were well aware of the fate of the demon ancestors they talked about and the fate of the next intersection. The Dead Apostles did not care at all. They simply ignored their lives and just joined in the fun.

On such a busy street, a dark shadow was walking through, from north to east, and soon entered the arena on East Street.

"Auntie Zhenxiang!"

There was a loud shout outside the door.

Xiang Yaoyao held a burly hand in her hand and was stroking it while talking to a woman and a man, one black and one orange, in front of her.

Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and looked out the door:

"Enter!"

The door opened with a creak, and a feminine man walked in with his head lowered and his fists clasped, and he said respectfully:
Chapter completed!