Therefore, neither party needs to be persuaded to drink.

Not only did the master write it in the book or brochure, he also specifically told Chen Lingjun orally that this local god was his friend Chen Pingan and owed him a drink.

On the side of Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace, after receiving the report from the Fire Temple Temple Zhu, Lake Lord Yinhou immediately came late at night without any confidants to follow. The distance of 800 miles was not enough for a man whose entire city was within his jurisdiction.

As far as Mr. Hu is concerned, it’s just a walk around his yard and a few more steps.

Seeing the boy in Tsing Yi, whose face was flushed with wine, and who was talking wildly with his hands and feet, Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake, was stunned. How could Chen Jianxian have such a friend?

It was just a drink, and I had a lot of fun.

However, after the arrival of Marquis Yin, the man from the Fire Temple only treated him politely and not warmly. Instead, he drank happily with Chen Lingjun.

In the early morning, Chen Lingjun left the Fire Temple and went to the Golden Crow Palace to visit the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator, Liu Zhiqing.

They were also treated with great ceremony and sent respectfully to the mountain peak where Liu Zhiqing practiced in seclusion.

Chen Lingjun met Liu Zhiqing.

The handsome young man has an immortal appearance, a gold hairpin on his head, and a snow-white robe. It makes people feel as if all the famous mountains and rivers in the world are waiting for the blessing of this kind of Taoist cultivator.

Liu Zhiqing smiled and asked if he wanted to drink tea. Chen Lingjun said no, no, and Liu Zhiqing didn't force it. In fact, the two parties had nothing to talk about, and Liu Zhiqing was not the kind of mountain monk who was good at socializing. The host and guest mostly had polite words, but Chen Lingjun had nothing to say.

When the time came, Liu Zhiqing stopped trying to stay, and Chen Lingjun stood up to say goodbye. Liu Zhiqing wanted to be sent to the foot of the mountain. Chen Lingjun knew that this person was in retreat, so he quickly refused and ran down the mountain and left the Golden Crow Palace. As for the master of the Golden Crow Palace who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, Chen Lingjun even more

He refused the other party's banquet, apologized, thanked him and made an appointment next time, all in one go. Chen Lingjun became more and more familiar with him.

After that, we will go to Chunlu Garden without taking the Xianjia Ferry.

After all, Chen Lingjun chose an ordinary boat because he was naturally fond of water. In the picture of boat sailing, amidst the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, the boat visited Wanzhong Mountain.

When they arrived at Chunlu Garden, Chen Lingjun did not rush to chat with Song Lanqiao, who was an old acquaintance. Instead, according to the atlas, he first visited the mountains and rivers on both sides of the Dadu estuary, then went to Chunlu Garden and visited Yuying Cliff.

Then he went to stay at the Xingying shop founded by his own grandfather. There was a shopkeeper running it, and the business was very good. Chen Lingjun worked as a shop assistant for two days.

In the night, suddenly a continent offered sacrifices to swords.

The entire Chunlu Garden suddenly became brightly lit. Chen Lingjun quickly opened the shop and looked up. The streets were bustling with people. They all said that a sword immortal had fallen on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Lingjun, who was thousands of miles away from his hometown, thought about the master who was even further away from his hometown than himself, so he sat on the threshold, holding his chin in his hands, with a sad expression.

On the battlefield south of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a golden river appeared for the third time.

A young man carried a sword box on his back, filled with borrowed swords from a sword workshop.

Chen Ping'an stood on top of the city and looked at the battlefield for a moment. He took a step forward and plummeted to the ground. During the fall, his hands had already rolled up his sleeves. When he was about to land, his knees were slightly bent and he was stepping on the void.

Suddenly, he rushed forward, and a large crater suddenly sank into the ground behind him. Deep in the ground, thunder shook.

He does not control the sword, but controls the wind.

Like an arrow that flew more than a hundred feet away from the city wall in an instant, he held down the heads of the two monster monks with both hands, pushed them gently, and threw the two corpses with smashed heads out.

When Chen Ping'an landed on the ground, all the sword cultivators around the battlefield subconsciously stayed away from the place, automatically making way for the young hidden official who was leaving the city to fight for the third time.

Today's Sword Qi Great Wall no longer has any resentment, because the young Yin Guan turned out to be a sword cultivator and was even better at killing people.

A monk from the military clan monster clan was wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd, and he was stabbing straight at him. The young man went straight forward, casually smashing the halberd with his head, shaking the opponent's body with a punch, and stomping on the ground with a slight kick.

At this time, the fist frame has not yet been raised, and the fist intention is opened first.

Within ten feet of the surrounding battlefield with Chen Ping'an as the center, the flood of fist power poured out wantonly. Not only that, a second, larger fist gang circle appeared again in the distance, stirring endlessly. There were one layer of fists and one layer of divine will, round and round.

They are like layers of moon haloes.
Chapter completed!