The gods and humans are smiling slyly.

After half-bowing to clear the place, he put his hands behind his waist. Up to this point, even the fluctuation of the holy power on his body had not been revealed. He cleared his throat and said:

"Since no one objects, let's just wait."

…

"What is God doing?"

Everyone in the five regions was curious.

Even the Huachang lamp in front of the Linghu stone table can't help but speculate, but with that guy's brain, there should be no tricks...

"Brother Hua, you're out of mind."

The wind on the lake was stunned, which was so dazzling.

Hua Chang Lan returned to God's look, and the eighth hair was slightly raised, his chest was slightly open, his face was hazy and drunk, his eyes were combined, and the cold was cold.

Then, then

One cup after one, one after another.

I do n’t know how many pots have entered the throat. At this time, Eight Zun was giving up the golden bottle, the jade pot was paid to the mouth, and I drank it in the big mouth.

Drunk is drunk.

Hua Chang Lan still maintains absolutely soberness. He needs to calmly handle the occurrence of all variables. There are still too many unknown behind him.

In contrast, the eight performances of the eight are in the extreme.

He really seemed to use himself as a pawn of a person, walking in the most extreme direction, and not giving himself back.

After the discussion.

The ancient kendo is finished.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

Everything is clear, but in the realm of the two at this time, the improvement is very small.

If you want to be golden stone, there is a problem, there is a problem, it cannot be avoided anyway.

"I!"

The wind sound is urgent.

Eight of the jade pots in his hands, heavily smashed on the stone table, the mouth of the pot, the pot mouth, all of the liquor splattered.

This strange sound immediately pulled the people in the five areas from the waiting of the corner of the cross street and pulled it back.

But when I saw a white shirt, the eight -hearted liquor was hot, and the sound of the sound was long, but the footsteps were somewhat stunned.

After twice, he bent his waist, supported the Linghu stone table with both hands, leaned down.

Then I was drunk with my eyes, and I stared at the long lanterns for a long time before sighed, and the words were intermittent:

"Brother Hua, I searched, more than thirty years ..."

As soon as this remark was exported, the viewers of the five areas laughed.

"Eight Zun is also drinking!"

"Isn't it? I haven't stopped from beginning to end. It has more than thirty pots. He has no spiritual Yuan.

"But there is no spiritual Yuan, spiritual power, mortal body, how can you support more than thirty pots? I think, Eight Zun is a bit of urine, he is broken!"

"Xiao Jie, Linghu is all water, not worse than his eight bubbles, please show his sister Xiaoba Zhi Zhi ..."

Different from the relaxation of outsiders of the bureau, the people around Linghu can obviously feel that the atmosphere has changed.

The same world of black and white, the same stone table is endless, and there is more meaning in the air at this time.

Along with the drunkenness of Bazhong, the hidden sword seemed to be a bit unavoidable, and it was going to produce it.

"More than thirty years, brother!"

Eighth's eyes were clear and round, and there were white smoke on his head.

Suddenly, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground. He supported himself, the vision disappeared, and his words were a little blurred:

"You just said ... What are you talking about? Oh, yes!"

"You said that Gu Jian Dao was trapped in the sword, and the sword ancestor could only open the mystery.

"So Gu Kendao was divided into Jiushu, nine arts derived from eighteen swords, eighteen sword flows, half of the dross, repair ... repair, mixed but not fine, haha!"

Regardless of tears, Gu Qing, or Xiao Wanfeng, who woke up after all, laughed, or Gou Wuyue who had been standing behind, listened to the dust.

Everyone listened quietly.

Listening to Babu laugh.

That's what it came out of the long lamp.

It can be said that "the big rebellion" is completely against the road of Jianzu.

Fantasy 90,000, no heart, ghost hiding love.

In his words, in his ancient kendo.

Other swordsmanship can still be repaired, can be communicated with each other. Only the first realm of "Tibetan swordsmanship" is only the first realm.

Tibetan swordsmanship should not belong to ancient kendo!

What "Wen Sword", "Raising Swords", "Sword", "Sword Qi", all in the first realm are under the first realm.

Green is out of blue, inferior to blue.

The height of the second realm is not available, and that's it, these can only be regarded as a variant of "ancient swordsmanship", and it cannot be further stepped.

Ancient swordsmanship, the spiritual skills of the spiritual spirit, that is, the "Sword Fifty -Four Kill" that Liu Fuyu has performed.

"Gu Kendao, is it wrong?"

Eight Zhuzun picked up the jade pot and turned around, Zhang Gong looked at the four ancient swords.

No one answered.

Gou Wuyue knew that Bazun had more than thirty -so -called "searching". In fact, the cultivation was "Tibetan swordsmanship".

The true meaning of Tibetan swordsmanship, Feng Jian is old, the old me is sanctified.

The words of the long lantern are equivalent to whether his way.

The battle to seize the way, this is the beginning of the Iraqi.

Naturally, the eight virtues should be answered by himself, and the word "yes".

Why did I think that Bazun Yongyu pot was filled with a few mouthfuls and entered the throat again, a smile:

"I don't know either……"

Everyone listened to fun.

It is really like a person crazy after drinking.

I do n’t know how to wake up the wine in the presence of the five -domain people.

But when he talked, he turned to the more refined spirit divisions around Linghu.

"Due to the errors in the ancient kendo, the end of the sword and the end of the sword, the era has evolved, and the five areas have respected the spirit so far?"

Everyone stunned, thinking about it.

"Is it true?"

Eight Zhuo Qifu drink.

All talents began to think deeply about the interests.

But can this stuff be a pan -generational generation?

There are many eyes of the five domains, and then fixed it to the eighth sword fairy that started to speak wildly, waiting for his accurate answer.

"I don't know either……"

Eight of the eight is a sense of momentum, and the voice eased, and the five areas suddenly booed.

Hua Chang Lan can't stand it anymore:

"Eight Zun Qian, you are drunk."

At the end of this discussion, he was too lazy to talk to a drunk man, and he had to catch the ghost.

The drunkard's implication is not in wine.

Eight of the lightning shot, he shot at the stone table with one palm.

With a bombardment, the stone table collapsed away, and the copper lights placed on the table, hunting ghosts, flew left to the left and right.

"Are you here?"

Everyone in the five domains, looking forward to it.
To be continued...