Chapter 1490: A Drink in Front of Huayue Tower, Testing the Three-Foot Sword in Your Chest

"Listen to the dust downwind."

"Ye Bansheng is here, and the Feng family is full of glory."

When all the people were drooping their clothes and handing over their hands, Feng Tingchen flew out of the sky to greet the semi-saint. He was neither humble nor overbearing, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.

There was no sharp aura of a swordsman in his whole body, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Wearing a simple and simple blue and white sword robe, and matching the long white hair at the temples, it perfectly cultivates the tall man's erectness and a somewhat free and uninhibited temperament.

"Mr. Feng is so polite."

Ye Xiaotian turned his eyes indifferently, and the first thing he saw was the sword on Feng Tingchen's chest and waist.

Twenty-one famous swords, He Jian Tingchen.

The sword is more than three feet long, and the guard is engraved with the image of a red-crowned white crane spreading its wings. The whole body is dark and yellow, and it is otherworldly.

Just like Feng Tingchen, he is unknown and hidden from the world, but he still has a fighting spirit.

Raise your head slightly.

But I saw that the old man had very shallow eyebrows and wrinkles on his forehead.

His face was already in his twilight years, but his eyes were brighter and brighter than those of his youth.

"The ancient sword cultivators are all the same. They are polite on the surface, but their hearts are as high as the sky..."

Ye Xiaotian cursed with his belly, and his body was slightly taller, keeping on the same level as Feng Tingchen, but not beyond.

In terms of cultivation, he is a semi-saint, while Feng Tingchen is just a swordsman.

However, the latter's combat power is unknown, and I want to see if he is in a state of returning to his true nature, no matter how different it is from an ordinary semi-saint.

In terms of seniority, Feng Tingchen is extremely old, only one generation below Mei Siren and Yu Tu, and lower than other sword immortals of his generation, such as Gou Wuyue, Rao Yaoyao... who else is there? They’re all a generation older anyway!

Ye Xiaotian had heard of this man's reputation when he was young. Now that he has come to see him as a saint, he doesn't dare to act recklessly. He is not such a person either.

"Time is very tight. I should have told you everything Mr. Siren should say." Ye Xiaotian said straight to the point, "Where is the war supervisor of the Feng family? Just follow me to the Central Territory!"

"Me." Feng Tingchen smiled and pointed at himself.

"You?" Ye Xiaotian was surprised. Isn't this guy out of touch with the world? How could Xu Xiaoshou be able to blow him into a fight with Beibei?

"There is also Mr. Yang." Feng Tingchen said, pointing back.

On the Feng Family Tingfeng Pavilion, another figure of an ancient sword cultivator jumped out.

This man has a thin figure and a towering forehead. With a sword on his back, he has the power to lift mountains.

Completely opposite to Feng Tingchen, his temperament is not restrained, but completely released, like an unsheathed sword.

"Old Yang, Yang cherishes him." Feng Tingchen introduced.

"I've met Ye Bansheng." Yang Xizhi has a goat's beard, his eyes are so sharp that they can pierce people, and his words are gentle but with an edge, and he seems to be a man who doesn't want to be inferior to others.

Yang Xizhi was an old man of the generation of Guyu, Yutu and Meisi, a generation older than Feng Tingchen.

But it was only this year that he was rated as one of the Seven Swordsmen. The two elders in "Two Elders and One Smiling Liu Fuyu" refer to Elder Gu and Elder Yang.

"Second Sword Immortal?"

Ye Xiaotian looked at it with a half-smile.

For someone like Feng Tingchen, he would talk politely.

Ye Xiaotian likes to stimulate this kind of sharp-edged ancient sword cultivator.

Just like stimulating Xiao Qixiu in his youth, one sentence can bring out many reactions from these temperamental swordsmen.

"yes."

However, Yang Xizhi nodded heavily, without any displeasure or rebuttal, and admitted his ranking frankly. He didn't seem to hear the slightest bit of sarcasm in Ye Xiaotian's words.

Seeing that he took the lead, Ye Xiaotian was not embarrassed.

Gu Jianxiu was very depressed. Who knows what they were really thinking about at this moment.

Feng Tingchen laughed and interrupted casually:

"Ye Bansheng is really humorous."

"However, the new list of Seven Sword Immortals has been initially determined. The ranking is only temporary. The real results will be revealed when the list is closed. The strength of Mr. Yang is more than this."

Ye Xiaotian turned around when he heard the sound, thinking that this guy dared to be taller than him when he first came out, and said:

"I have a question, I am curious..."

"This list of Seven Sword Immortals was reviewed by your Feng family in the Southern Region. Mr. Yang is on good terms with Mr. Feng and also lives in Fengjia City. I heard that you two have a very good friendship, so I went to bed with enough rest."

“Then why is it that the ‘two old men’ in ‘Two Old Men and One Smile’ are not the old sheep in front, but the old grain in front?”

Yang Xizhi was indifferent and even moved his eyes to Feng Tingchen, as if he wanted to hear his answer in front of outsiders.

Feng Tingchen was still chatting and laughing. He never stood aside or ignored Ye Bansheng. He smiled and answered and asked:

"If Ye Bansheng wants to ask this..."

"Should I answer seriously and rank according to the evaluation of the 'Sword Tower', or should I joke about it and say it is to avoid suspicion?"

Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows, hearing the hidden edge in his words.

Feng Tingchen was indeed not an ordinary person to be able to manage the Feng family in such a chaotic place as the Southern Territory.

These words not only directly responded to the suspicion of the "Seven Swordsmen" by those who did not know much about it, but also insinuated Ye Xiaotian's excessive jokes.

However, when he said it, he was so gentle that it was not difficult for people to accept it. At the same time, he kicked the ball back and let the questioner make his own answer and choice, and he would make a decision based on the attitude of the response.

No targeting, no hostility.

But if you are here to cause trouble, the Feng family is not a good person. They dare to pick up your jokes and have the ability to refute your tit-for-tat!

"Ha ha……"

Ye Xiaotian laughed and led him away.

Of course he wasn't here to cause trouble, he was just here to pick up people.

This question was purely out of curiosity, and at most it contained a bit of personal dissatisfaction - of course it was only limited to the height level, not directed at the Feng family.

Seeing that Feng Tingchen's attitude hardened, he walked down the stairs and skipped the topic:

"It's just a joke."

"Then I will take you and Yang Lao to the Central Territory right now? Are there others who want to accompany you?"

Feng Tingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to make an enemy of a semi-sage with profound knowledge. He didn't know how he got into trouble, and he came so violently.

It would be best if everyone could take a step back.

"When I get old, I can only supervise the war."

"The Feng family also has a young man who will accompany him to Yujing City to take charge of official affairs and handle some trivial matters."

"Ye Bansheng, just take me and the other three. Thank you for your hard work."

After Feng Tingchen said this, he moved his hand downwards, but failed to attract anyone. His expression changed.

Ye Xiaotian was not in a hurry and cast a curious look.

Feng Tingchen looked back and smiled, turned around and shouted: "Drunk in the wind!"

"Ah, here it comes, here it comes..."

Only then did a young figure in white emerge from the Feng family mansion.

He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very handsome, his face was a little red, and his hair was disheveled and wet.

The white shirt on her body was tied with a simple black belt, leaving most of her chest exposed, and the knot was tied crookedly. It was obvious that she came up in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, Ye Laoyang, Lao Fenglao...oh no, my old master."

The young man looked very frightened and apologized repeatedly: "I paid too much attention to Ye Bansheng's arrival, so I went to take a bath and change clothes. It took me a while, and I punished myself for three..."

Snapped!

As he spoke, he slapped himself, covered his face, and changed his words: "Slap yourself as a punishment, hehe, hehe."

This slap is really hard!

The young man's mouth was crooked, and there were four red marks on his cheeks.

Feng Tingchen could smell the smell of alcohol from a distance, and his face turned livid.

The semi-saint came in person and said not to neglect, not to neglect, but this guy actually went to drink!

How can you shower and change clothes out of respect? It's just a matter of trying to wash away the smell of alcohol on your body, right?

After giving Ye Bansheng an apologetic look, Feng Tingchen lowered his gaze and moved it to the wine bag on the young man's waist. Anger arose in his heart and he was about to take action.

"Buzz!"

He Jian Tingchen trembled slightly.

The young man's hands seemed to be oiled and extremely slippery, and he quickly sent the almost forgotten wine bag to the space ring.

"Ahaha... hiccup."

This awkward laugh was intended to lighten the atmosphere, but he never intended to let out a wine burp.

Drunk in the wind, he covered his mouth with all his strength, and 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, inhaled wildly through his nose, and tried to absorb the smell, and at the same time said with great embarrassment. :

"Well, it's getting late."

"The big bosses should move out quickly. We can't keep Mr. Mito waiting for too long, can we?"

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 that he made 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 mark."

"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, 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 it: "Old Yang, please tell me something. This opportunity is really rare. I was wrong. I will never drink again..."

Ye Xiaotian was really 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 favors on the way.

But when I saw that young man dared to use Feng Tingchen's thigh with one hand and his own thigh with the other, and could even stretch 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, except that the characters don't match up, the "bad" feeling is exactly the same.

Ye Xiaotian came back to consciousness 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's okay..." Ye Xiaotian stared at the young man who was holding his head, doing horse stance, crouching, grimacing in pain, but still looking up at the ground, clearly looking for something. He sighed for no reason:

"It's normal for young people to have some temper."

"It's better than those who are obviously young but pretend to be old and have seen through the world and all kinds of life."

"Well, he reminds me of a guy..."

"Oh? Who is it?" Feng Tingchen tilted his head to look. In fact, among the younger generation of the clan, his favorite is Feng Zhongzui, who is not pretentious, and has no respect for gods and Buddhas. He is a natural embryo for ancient sword cultivation.

Ye Xiaotian shook his head and did not answer. He thought that you will see him soon.

"Can we go?" He changed the subject.

"Okay." Feng Tingchen nodded. The number of people accompanying him had all arrived. It was best that Ye Bansheng did not dislike Feng Zhongzui.

"Then let's go!" Ye Xiaotian turned his head and looked at Old Yang, who nodded to show that he had no objection.

He looked at Feng Zhongzui again...

The young man still lowered his body, not paying any attention to the big guys around him, and looked down at the ground with his head down.

"Do you have anything else?" Ye Xiaotian curled his lips.

"Oh, no! No! Let's go, forget about him." Feng Zhongzui immediately realized that the big guys were waiting for him, and he was very scared.

Ye Xiaotian smiled and didn't ask any more questions. The space mystery array under his feet spun, "Cross-domain transmission, the three of you be careful."

Buzz!

The mystery array came quickly and went quickly.

The people of the entire Fengjia City looked up and saw that the four figures in the sky stopped for a while, and then they all turned into light and disappeared.

At this time, when the transmission was about to be completed...

Feng Zhongzui, who had not given up the search, suddenly fixed his sight in front of the huge preaching mirror on the first viewing platform.

He jumped up high, his eyes full of ecstasy, holding one hand in front of his mouth, grabbing the wine bag with the other hand and swinging it wildly, "roaring" out in the most hysterical way:

"Wow ha ha ha, Xiao Wanfeng, I found you!"

"Stay there obediently, take a good look at my heroic figure in front of the preaching mirror, and don't fall in love with me later!"

"When I come back, don't forget the promise... Let's have a drink in front of Huayue Tower, and test the three-foot sword in your chest! You will definitely become famous! By then, I will be..."

"Uh ah, don't mention my ears! It hurts!"

The phenomenon of cross-domain space transmission disappeared, and there was no one in the sky.

The well-trained Feng Family City was filled with suppressed discussions:

"The secret of space! Ye Bansheng is so strong. He can teleport the old patriarch with his own strength. It's amazing."

"I didn't expect that the old patriarch would personally supervise the battle between Master Shou and Bei Jianxian. Old Yang is also out. Then, won't all the people in front of the preaching mirror be sword immortals?"

"I heard that there is also Mr. Siren! I'm so excited. I have admired Mr. Siren for a long time. I heard that he is holding the Taicheng Sword, which is the sword of Master Youtu. If we convert it, Master Youtu is also present!"

"Master Shou seems to have blocked the door of the Central Region Kyoto. Now we can finally see the front battlefield. I'm so looking forward to it..."

The first viewing platform, in front of the mother mirror of the preaching mirror.

The discussion here is not only about those big figures, but also some people who pay attention to the details.

At the last moment, Feng Zhongzui was clearly staring at this place and shouting...

"By the way, who has Master Zui made friends with recently, Xiao Wanfeng? I haven't heard of him, is he also an ancient sword cultivator?"

"Master Zui makes a friend every day, and he was drunk in Huayue Tower for three months without knowing when to return. If you count his friends, then everyone in the world is his friend, haha!"

"He is also a wonderful person. I have drunk with him. I am not exaggerating. He has great ambitions and cultivates swords in the mountains and rivers. If he was born a few years earlier, he might have been on the list of the Seven Sword Immortals 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 rarely hear Master Zui give such a high evaluation, and in front of Ye Bansheng, the old patriarch, and everyone in Fengjiacheng!"

"Who is Xiao Wanfeng? Stand up!"

The people around held swords and looked around, but they couldn't find the real owner.

Indeed, compared with the name of "Master Zui" who is famous in Fengjiacheng, Xiao Wanfeng is simply unknown.

Among the various ancient sword cultivation forces nearby, there seemed to be no big family with the surname "Xiao".

However, soon, everyone's attention returned from the shouts before Feng Zhongzui left, and returned to the preaching mirror.

Because this huge mother mirror, along with the disappearance of Ye Bansheng, soon lit up!

At first, there was a rustling sound, accompanied by blurred image particles, and shadows, floating in the sky above everyone's heads like a mirage.

Then, the scene inside materialized, and a magnificent and prosperous city was transformed, with snow all over the sky and osmanthus shadows facing the wind.

The fragrance seemed to have spread from the Central Region to the first viewing platform of Fengjia City in the Southern Region.

"Look!"

"It's Yujing City!"

"What a big city!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed immediately, with a burning look on their faces, staring at the preaching mirror, witnessing the figures appearing on it one by one.

Xiao Wanfeng turned his head and looked.

Unlike everyone present, he was still a little absent-minded, still immersed in the shouts of Feng Zhongzui just now.

“I will definitely become famous?”

At that time, he, Xiao Wanfeng, just happened to pass by Huayue Tower. He was distracted by those girls dressed up in fancy clothes, and then the drunk young man jumped down from the three-story building and grabbed him, and forced him to drink a glass of wine.

But it was just a glass of wine, and the drunk young man talked about this and that, and had a good time by himself. In the end, he could hold his hand and make a promise of "a glass of wine, a sword in the chest".

He was even so sure that he could succeed.

He even knew...

"Mr. Xu knows me, Mr. Zui knows me, but I don't know myself."

Xiao Wanfeng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure of the nine-tailed black-clothed young man that finally emerged in the preaching mirror.

That caused the whole audience to cheer!

But the world seemed to be isolated from himself, and the cheers gradually faded away.

Xiao Wanfeng was still in a daze, and his hand slowly touched his chest, where the sword intent was hot and about to burst out.

"Xuan Cang, can I really do it?"