Chapter 1870 Gift of Wine

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

The matchmaker screamed, as if someone had been hit with electricity from behind, and her eyes were wide open for a moment.

Hua Changdeng suddenly took action, pointed his finger at Xiao Wanfeng's head, and almost killed him on the spot.

This one comes as a surprise.

Who would have thought that Xiao Wanfeng has not yet landed.

The tall man who came out of nowhere as the wind and snow blew away, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Wanfeng in his arms, and the strength of Xiao Wanfeng's fingers was removed, saving his life.

He gently placed the boy in his hand on the ground, then stood up and turned his head to look forward.

"Wow!"

Lingyu Mountain was completely agitated.

Everyone was paying attention to it, with eager faces, and they all looked at the person who was surprised.

It is completely different from the sloppy portraits that have been circulated intermittently in the five regions in the past ten years. The eight acquaintances at this moment are as if the dust has been washed away and they are brand new.

He was naturally tall and tall, more than eight feet long, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, broad chest and long legs. He appeared now, wearing a silver-patterned cloud sweater, a woven feather robe, a dragon jade belt around his waist, and Luo Yu white boots. , the whole body is blue and white.

Such light-colored sword robes have been seen many times in the Five Realms, and most of them are decorated with waist jade and gold beads for the finishing touch.

Bazun knows no.

He is too simple.

But just like this all-too-common sword robe, how could it give him an otherworldly and refined temperament when he wore it?

"The Eight Masters..."

"Brothers, you are so knowledgeable! I'm so hot!"

The matchmaker completely lost control, and her eyes seemed to be sucked in, clinging to the tall man in white robes in the distance.

She didn't even have time to take a closer look at the face, but she was attracted by just such a feeling.

The only regret is that Ba Zunzun came empty-handed.

Regardless of whether it was at his waist or behind his back, he was walking with no sword, and he was alone. He appeared behind him, with his head tilted slightly, one hand lightly clasped behind his waist, and he silently raised his eyes to the front...

The wind and snow in Lingyu Mountain are strong.

In the wind and snow, eight figures with black hair and white robes hunt together.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements, and he didn't even say a word. When he stood up and stood, he seemed to be completely natural, and merged with the snowy scenery of Fangshan Mountain into one painting.

"The eyebrows are pressed to the bones, the eyes are crazy like stars, the clothes are as beautiful as snow, and the sword follows..."

I have never seen the matchmaker in person, but I have studied the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal down to the smallest detail. Naturally, I am familiar with the Eight Immortals who were famous in the five realms after the Battle of the Ten Seats. sentence.

She excitedly pointed at the person in the distance, but was so frightened that her hand trembled and she quickly put it down. She hurriedly used the golden apricot to focus on the eight acquaintances, and she was full of excitement:

"It's him!"

"It's definitely him!"

"Although it is slightly different from the one in the portrait, it is 90% similar. This time it is definitely not a fake..."

The matchmaker knew that there were many people in the five realms pretending to be the eight acquaintances, so she shook her head and said in a very firm tone:

"Brother Laughing has also pretended to be the Eight Masters before. The Matchmaker has seen him before, but he didn't have this kind of magnanimity!"

"The real Bazunzi, he doesn't even need to speak, the matchmaker doesn't even need to know him...he is standing there, he is already the Bazunzi!"

In the scene of Jin Xing's preaching, the number of spectators was soaring at a terrifying speed. The matchmaker's tone was too crazy. Such a determined tone naturally aroused some doubts.

And it is true that although this person has extraordinary bearing, there are too many questionable points about him.

"Matchmaker, I see that you are burning with desire. Could this be the Eight Masters?"

"I don't know what the Eight Masters look like, but it has been confirmed that the Eight Masters have eight fingers, scars on their necks, yellow eyes, and slovenliness."

"Yes, if nothing else, just count his fingers."

The same comments are reflected in the dozens and hundreds of preaching scenes in Lingyu Mountain, and the eyes of the audience are indeed sharp.

This time, everyone came back from the initial shock and noticed the details.

This Eight Masters has ten fingers!

There was no big ugly scar on his neck at all. On the contrary, it was extremely clean and tidy.

"I heard that ancient sword cultivators are all bored. Could it be that Ba Zunzun knew that he was going to come out to meet someone, so he gave some instructions?"

Mensao is definitely Mensao, and Maoluo is definitely Maoluo. Hua Changdeng can see it.

But simple grooming can't erase the old wounds, and it can't make the two broken fingers look fresh and natural again.

"The old scar has healed and the broken finger has grown back. It seems you are recovering well."

Hua Changdeng's eyes were full of satisfaction. What if the Eight Masters came to see him with their eight fingers and couldn't even hold the sword, let alone fight?

"You're not bad either."

Amidst the whistling of the cold wind, the eight wise men walked forward slowly.

He passed by Xiao Wanfeng, who was lying on the ground, and walked to many ancient sword cultivators. He looked past the unconscious Xiao Kongtong and past Mr. Siren, who had a bloody hole in his chest.

He finally looked directly at Hua Changdeng, from head to toe, from the person to the sword. After scanning and measuring them one by one, he raised the corners of his lips slightly:

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all living beings are just like rotten dogs. I haven't seen him for thirty years, but Brother Hua has cultivated to such a state. He can kill all of them with one sword, regardless of age or age."

The cold wind suddenly became more biting.

All the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain trembled. Is this going to start?

From Xiao Kongtong, to Meisi people, to Xiao Wanfeng... As soon as the Eight Masters show up, will the settlement of this account begin?

Hua Changdeng could hear the sarcasm hidden in the words of the Eight Masters, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

"Buzz!"

The hunting ghost on his waist began to vibrate slightly as the Eight Masters approached, and seemed to recognize his aura.

Since landing, the ghost hunter, who had always been silent, has become eager to try.

Hua Changdeng suppressed the ghost hunter's abnormal movement, glanced at Ba Zun'an who had no sword, and chuckled:

"The serious injury can be healed, but I have no sword to use when I return."

"What, you plan to use your ten-segment sword finger to deal with me?"

"Or in thirty years, you will practice the swordless art to the extreme, and prepare to open the door to the mystery with the way of nothingness and give me a surprise?"

Sword?

Ba Zun'an settled his steps and laughed out loud.

Not long after, he looked at the world of Lingyu Mountain, looked around at the people around him, and sighed:

"The world can be used as a reference, and everything can be used as a sword."

"This sword is tangible or intangible, my sword is there, or not, I don't say it, Brother Hua has become short-sighted, and can't see the Tao and the appearance, the truth and the false?"

This...

When this voice fell, the Tao rhyme surged around Ba Zun'an.

But it was only a moment, and the aura that seemed to be able to be enlightened on the spot was completely suppressed.

The ancient sword cultivators of Lingyu Mountain were not calm.

This sentence sounded very simple and concise, and it clearly had the idea that if they sat down to enlighten the Tao, they would definitely be able to enlighten it.

But Hua Changdeng and Ba Zun'an were facing each other in front of them. At this moment, who among the ancient sword cultivators on the mountain could calm down and sit down to enlighten the Tao?

"This is just the beginning, is it so fierce? Enlightenment in one sentence..."

In the scenes of the various palm apricot preaching, tens of millions of spectators saw that when Ba Zun'an said a sentence, the ancient sword cultivators around him were abnormal.

Some even followed the Tao rhyme that surged around them, but their Tao hearts were rippling, and they returned in disappointment, which made everyone so excited.

"Fight! Fight!"

Watching the excitement is not a big deal.

If I said that I was completely disappointed with Ba Zun'an before.

After this guy appeared, no matter his image, temperament, or Taoism, what he presented was all the top level in the world.

This rekindled the passion, and they wanted both sides to draw their swords and fight to the death.

Hua Changdeng was equally eager.

He had been preparing for thirty years, and finally had enough time to realize the truth. The ancestral gods behind him also pushed him away. The "free time" on both sides was just for this battle.

He held down the ghost hunter, and his body and mind were as eager as the sword on his waist, but before he could draw his sword or speak...

"Let's not talk about the sword, but the truth is still worth discussing."

The eight masters suddenly waved their sleeves, and in an instant everyone in Lingyu Mountain felt that the world had changed.

But Feixue is still Feixue, and Lingyu is still Lingyu, as if there is nothing unusual?

"No! This snow..."

Gu Qingyi's pupils trembled slightly in the Burial Sword Tomb.

He reached out and held a snowflake.

The snow was still as white as goose feathers, but after rubbing it with his fingers, it could be seen that there was a little more cherry pink inside.

"Illusion Sword Technique?"

"It's started!"

The Eighth Sword Immortal is proficient in all aspects of ancient swordsmanship, but what kind of ancient swordsmanship was famous in the past?

Of course it's illusion swordsmanship!

The first in the world of illusion swordsmanship is the Sword God Gu Louying, followed by the Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, and then counting down, all generations have been forgotten by the crowd.

It was not until the Eight Zun An came out of nowhere and suppressed the sword for hundreds of generations that the illusion swordsmanship was rehabilitated, using the virtual to beat the real, making it difficult for other swordsmanship to raise their heads.

Please...collect 6...books...!

"Look!"

"Table? There's an extra table!"

If flying snow hides cherry powder, this technique is hard to find, and it is impossible to detect it unless you are an ancient sword cultivator.

The stone table that suddenly appeared between the Eight Zun An and Hua Changdeng, as natural as if it had been there for ages, quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"When did it come out?"

"It doesn't look fake... Is it fabricated by the illusion sword technique, or did Ba Zun An take it out from the space ring?"

"So annoying! I'm annoyed by these ancient sword cultivators, always doing some nonsense, can't they just fight directly, I want to watch the battle!"

Through the palm, the picture is 99% true.

But virtuality and reality are still separated by an invisible piece of paper, blocking the charm beyond the form, so the spectators from all over the five regions cannot perceive the subtle changes in the Tao at the scene.

This is even more annoying!

Because just this illusion sword technique, there are passers-by in Lingyu Mountain who can understand it, which makes people want to grow wings and rush to the scene to watch the battle!

Stone table...

Hua Changdeng stared at the stone table, not understanding what Ba Zun An wanted to do.

But he didn't say anything, and Ba Zun An was clearly well prepared, with his hand retracted into his sleeve, as if he was going to take something out, but he didn't take it out at the first time.

He took the initiative to sit down in front of the stone table, and with his chin on one side, he motioned Hua Changdeng to sit down first:

"Brother Hua has come from afar, I am afraid you don't know that just half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou and I worked together to place the ancient War God Platform here, and set up this War God Realm?"

"Of course, under the influence of Fengdu's power, it is no longer realistic to call it the War God Realm, and it should be called the Ghost Buddha Realm."

"But no matter what the name is, you should understand it as a 'sword formation'!"

He smiled and waved his hand, no longer discussing these matters, nor did he explain that there was no sword in this "sword formation", so how could there be a "sword formation"?

He took out two golden wine glasses from his robe, one in front of himself, and one in front of Hua Changdeng's seat.

He then reached out again, motioning Hua Changdeng to sit down for the second time, and with a slight shake of his hand, he took out a jade pot.

"I am a guest from afar. Although I don't have a sword when I go out of the building, I have a pot of fine wine called 'Fairy in the Dust'."

"Brother Hua, please."

This is the third time to invite. Even though Hua Changdeng was reluctant, he was a little curious about what the "Tao" that Ba Zun An wanted to talk about is.

He was no longer in a hurry, walked forward, took off the hunting ghost and placed it on the stone table, raised his buttocks and sat down.

"Why are you drinking now..."

The cultivators in Lingyu Mountain and the spectators in the five realms were hesitant in their hearts, but they saw the moment when Hua Changdeng took his seat.

"Buzz——"

The mountain scenery was shaken, and then exploded into pieces, and the entire mountain disappeared.

The feeling of weightlessness came over, and everyone felt like they were falling into an abyss. They quickly wanted to control themselves, but as soon as they had such an idea, they felt that they had stepped on something that was both real and imaginary.

"Wow."

The ripples swayed gently and circled, reflecting the thousands of surprised and uncertain faces present.

water!

No, it's a lake!

Lingyu Mountain has disappeared... Oh, no, Lingyu Mountain has gone away and has become a distant scene.

The elm trees and fusang trees stained by wind and snow on the mountain can be vaguely distinguished when everyone looks up.

The water of reality and reality under the feet comes from the clear spiritual lake with no visible boundaries, which seems to be placed in a different dimension world in the mountains.

"Where did you create this world?"

"Where did the lake come from?"

"It's freezing and snowy. There is no lake in Lingyu Mountain..."

There is no lake in Lingyu, but the Eight Masters know that there is one.

And it’s not just the mountains and lakes that have changed, but also the heaven and earth!

After Hua Changdeng sat down, the yin and yang of the sky and the earth met, and the color completely changed. The night was torn apart by the dawn, and the stone table above the Linghu Lake was used as the dividing line...

To the north of Huachang Deng is night with falling snow.

The sun rises south of the Eight Deities, and the warm sun melts into winter.

"Oh my god! This realm..."

At first, the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain were not aware of it.

Until comments came from various palm apricot screens, some said that a lake appeared under their feet, and some said that the night above their heads turned into day.

At this moment, everyone realized that the Eight Lords were familiar with the invisible phantom sword technique, which changed not only the landform of Lingyu, but all the five regions!

"Where is the fantasy swordsmanship here?"

"This is already the second world!"

"During Huachang Deng's Fengdu vision, half of the second world was forcibly cut off? The battle has already begun. The first level is: grabbing the territory!"

Huachang Deng doesn’t think this is a land grab.

Using the word "rob" to describe it really compliments the eight masters.

This second world is ethereal and illusory, and he can easily break through this "blockade" with just one thought.

Are the Eight Masters too weak?

Or does he have ulterior motives?

"Gurgling..."

Hua Changdeng sat quietly on the stone bench, as stable as a holy mountain, unmoved by external objects. The Eight Masters held the wine pot high, poured the wine, and said while pouring:

"Let's not mention the other ways."

"Before discussing, I still have some questions. I wonder if Brother Hua can give me some advice?"

The glass is half full.

The Eight Masters clearly poured their wine glasses in front of them, while Hua Changdeng stared at the wine glass in front of him, which was almost full.

"speak."

He tapped his fingers on the table.

The eight wise men glanced behind him with a half-smile, covered their sleeves, lifted the wine bottle, and said:

"Although I have been fascinated by this battle for a long time, as far as Brother Hua is concerned, the Third Ancestor is watching behind him, so how can Brother Hua be willing to be a pawn?"

"Is there any clue that fell into their hands?"

Hua Changdeng never thought that the first Tao in this discussion was the Tao of each ancestor. Hearing these words touched his heart, and his expression changed slightly.

After the Eight Masters finished speaking, they stood up with a long smile and left the stone table. Without listening to his answer, they took the lead in raising their wine glasses.

As he raised his glass, above the Linghu Lake, all the ancient sword cultivators in the original Lingyu Mountain had a golden wine glass filled with wine in front of them.

Lei Shuangxing smelled the aroma of wine in front of her, and her magic wand trembled slightly.

As soon as Gu Qing looked at the golden wine glass in front of him, it was not his own nose that moved first, but the evil sword Yue Lian.

Gou Wuyue silently stared at the wine in the cup. The sound of Nulan around her waist vibrated, and she almost wanted to take off her sheath and fly out.

The ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions actually had an extra wine glass in front of them. Even Feng Zhongzui, who was huddled in the yard of the Feng family mansion in the southern region, stared blankly at the golden bottle in front of him, completely stunned.

In a trance, all those holding swords in the Feng Family in the Southern Region, the Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, Shenyue Immortal City, and even all the sects, clans, and sects in the Northern Region, the Central Region, and the Western Region could all hear the ethereal fairy voice, outside the sky. Come down:

"Golden bottles and jade cups made by immortals are given as gifts to fellow cultivators..." (End of this chapter)