Chapter 316 Top of the Sword Pavilion, Three people drink together

Sword Domain.

Fengyun Wuji and Zhao Wuji were still injured and Ximen Huanran. The four people in the group had just swept to the Sword Pavilion, and there was still a distance from the cliff on the edge of the Sword Pavilion. They saw a young man in a green robe sitting on the edge of the cliff, dressed in a robe and hunting in the wind.

"You are here!" Jun Qianshang took a wisp of long hair hanging from his forehead to the back of his head and asked calmly. Looking at his expression, it seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Hmm!" Feng Yun Wuji answered, and then the four of them fell on the cliff one after another.

"Brother Jun, it seems to be very leisurely! ...Looking at this cliff alone, it has its own flavor.

Jun Qianshang was stunned, smiled and said, "You see that my whole body is relaxed and calm, so you have something to say?"

Shaking his head, Jun Qianshang's eyes stayed on Zhao Wuji for a moment, and then moved away: "From the moment I stepped on the sword field, my heart has been falling apart!" Don't think I'm comfortable sitting, but it's because I can't act recklessly at all!"

At this point, Jun Qianshang showed a helpless wry smile: "Wuji, can you explain to your person and don't let him be so hostile to me! It doesn't feel good to be stared at by that kind of strong consciousness!"

Feng Yun Wuji suddenly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, but I forgot to tell him about it."

Zhao Wuji was surprised and looked at Fengyun Wuji in confusion: "Wuji, what are you talking about? ...And, would you like to introduce this senior master to me?"

"It's hard to say anything about this situation. You and I get together today. Let's not talk about this for the time being. I'll tell you in the future!" After saying that, Fengyun Wuji closed his eyes and began to follow his own master with his soul.

Before Fengyun Wuji opened his mouth, my cold and ruthless voice came first. There was only that sentence, four words: "Do you want to kill?"

Fengyun Wuji was so terrible that he quickly responded in his soul, "No! This is not the enemy! You're busy, he, I'll deal with it."

At the other end, I was silent and didn't say anything more, but on the ground, Jun Qianshang, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff, breathed a long sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, and stood up. On Jun Qianshang's temples, fine sweat oozed out.

Fengyun Wuji was also scared in his heart. Fortunately, I didn't take action, otherwise... I guess I saw that Jun Qianshang was familiar with the golden armor, so I didn't do anything to him!

Thinking like this, Feng Yun Wuji said, "How is your injury?"

"Okay, it's almost done... I also carefully studied the cold ice decision you left. As far as the coldness is concerned, the cold ice decision should be able to resist the coldness of some of the war emperors. However, today, it can only be used to deal with the war emperor. After dealing with the war emperor, the true cold ice The existence of true qi in the body will affect the purity of true qi.

"It's true. At the beginning, this achievement was created by me for my disciples. It didn't take a long time, and I almost forgot him. It is an unexpected ability to resist the extreme coldness of the War Emperor!"

Jun Qianshang nodded: "No wonder... by the way, I don't know who this friend is...?"

"This is the brother I just met when I entered ancient times, Zhao Wuji!" Fengyun Wuji smiled, hugged Zhao Wuji's shoulders, shook them, then turned his head and said to Zhao Wuji, "Brother Zhao, this is the real master of the knife field, Jun Qianshang!"

Zhao Wuji looked surprised. He hugged his fist and said respectfully, "It turns out that you are the top master of a generation who is now popular in Taigu. One thought of reincarnation, Jun Qianshang, senior! The younger generation Zhao Wuji!"

Zhao Wuji has never seen Jun Qianshang, but he has heard the name from his master. Although he doesn't know much about it, he still admires him very much.

"I dare not!" Jun Qianshang replied, "As I said to Wuji, most of the time, I am asy, that is to say, I spend it unconsciously. The actual psychological age is about the same as you... Therefore, you'd better call me brother, and so is Wuji!"

"So, it's disrespectful!" Zhao Wuji bowed and looked up at the sword pavilion behind him, the golden armored man patrolling back and forth at the foot of the mountain and the sky. He turned his head and said to the two, "It's such a good time, why do you and I have a knee discussion? Let's have a drink together!"

Jun Qianshang was stunned, and then smiled and said, "Drinking? ... Ha ha, well, since I reached Pigu, I haven't remembered the taste of wine and meat for a long time, but... where is the wine?"

"Hahaha..."

Zhao Wuji and Fengyun Wuji looked at each other and smiled. Zhao Wuji bowed and said loudly, "Well, you don't have to bear the burden. I have my own way. Please wait a moment..."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji jumped down from the cliff as soon as he kicked the robe. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black spot on the edge of the sky and disappeared...

"Your brother, your martial arts are really not weak! ...I just don't know why he never seemed to have appeared in the sword field before?"

"That's because I haven't seen him until now, and I've been closed before!" Feng Yun Wuji explained.

"So it is..." Jun Qianshang suddenly became clear. As he was talking, there was a sound of breaking the air in his ear. The figure in front of him shook. Zhao Wuji, who had just left, had returned and fell between the two. A jar of wine was held by Zhenqi around him, hanging in the air.

"Come on! One person, one altar, drink together! Hahaha... After practicing for so long, I almost forgot my original hobby. Zhao Wu waved his hand, and the two jars of mud-sealed altar wine fell into Jun Qianshang and Feng Yun Wu respectively

.

Jun Qianshang put his hands on the wine jar, glanced at it, and said with a wry smile, "I can't drink such a big wine jar!" Even during the period when I needed to eat before, I have always been less drunk. What's more, I don't need to eat anymore, and I can't drink so much!"

"It doesn't matter. If you really can't drink it, just use internal work to force it out!" Feng Yun Wuji laughed and said.

"That doesn't work," Zhao Wuji immediately objected: "Drinking is not for eating. The essence of it is only to taste the tongue. If you use your internal skills, it will be boring, and you can't taste the taste of wine. A jar of wine can still defeat you. Come on, drink it!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji touched the wine, it was like a different person. His whole body seemed to be in high spirits, and there was a smell of prodigal.

Fengyun Wuji shook his head in his heart, and finally understood why Zhao Wuji had achieved nothing in the long time before, but now he has achieved so much in hundreds of thousands of years! - Among them, although there is a reason for the secret book of the sky, it is not related to his own opening.

"Zhao Wuji, he is still too lazy. If it hadn't been for his master..., I'm afraid now, even if the Supreme teaches him himself, he will still be the same..." Fengyun Wuji sighed in his heart.

"Wuji, you have a small porcelain cup... I know that most of the people under your door are soaring, and you must bring a lot of exquisite things with you. Don't say no!" Jun Qianshang has no taboo about the wind and clouds.

Fengyun Wuji turned his head and looked at the delay injury. Before he opened his mouth, the delay injury had already answered, "Yes, Master... Senior, please wait a moment!"

Then he quickly walked to the Sword Pavilion.

"Drinking, you need to be like this to be decent!" Zhao Wuji happily raised the wine jar, opened the mud seal, and drank it. The crystal wine came from the corners of his mouth. For a long time, Zhao Wuji just wiped the corners of his mouth, put down the wine jar, looked at Jun Qianshang, and said in his eyes: Look, I've drunk it. It's your turn. Raise

Jun Qianshang smiled bitterly and looked at Feng Yun Wuji as if asking for help.

"Forget it, Brother Zhao, Brother Jun is an elegant person. How can he drink like you and me? Let him take a porcelain cup to drink!"

"Okay, okay... It's up to you. It's a little unsatisfactory to stand and drink like this. Why don't you sit down and drink together!" Zhao Wuji said loudly, as soon as he drank, Zhao Wuji's prodigal son's true nature was obvious, and it was almost difficult to connect him with any master.

"Then go to the top of the Sword Pavilion to drink together. There, it should be the highest place in the whole Sword Pavilion!" Feng Yun Wuji said.

The two of them were silent, and then turned their eyes to the top of the magnificent Sword Pavilion at the same time...

After a while, Chi Injurieted sent three translucent porcelain and jade cups to three, and then pulled Ximen Huanran, who was not good at accidents. On the pretext that the two were very close to each other and got together, they retreated. Only Fengyun Wuji, Jun Qianshang, and Zhao Wuji were alone in the Sword

"Brother Wuji," Jun Qianshang suddenly looked at Fengyun Wuji and said.

"What?"

"You have a good apprentice! Really, I envy you very much." Jun Qianshang said, and his big sleeve was shaken, and he gently swept to the top of the sword pavilion like a big bird...

"Yes..." Fengyun Wuji smiled in his heart, shook his body, and disappeared from where he was...

The sword pavilion is a typical temple-style building. The top of the eaves is sloping, and there is no place to put the wine jar. However, all three of them are top masters, and Zhenqi can destroy a high mountain, which is not difficult for three people.

The three of them sat cross-legged and suspended three feet from the top of the sword pavilion. Fengyun Wuji made a big move. In the distance, a huge wood picked up. It was still in the air. Fengyun Wuji grabbed his hand and sent out a sharp sword spirit, cutting the giant wood into regular boards, and finally connected it into a square

"Let's take this as a table!" With Feng Yun Wuji's big move, the three-foot-square board flew to the three people, and the sleeves were brushed again. The leaves were blown off by a strong wind.

Du! Du! ! Du! !

The eight large wine jars were full of wooden tables, and then the three wine glasses were divided into three directions, which was sent out by Jun Qianshang with true anger.

Seeing the eyes cast by the two, Jun Qianshang smiled indifferently and said, "Good wine has to be packed in a good glass, and the taste is more mellow! ..."

Zhao Wuji was stunned, and then smiled and said, "I thought you were not a drinker, but I didn't expect that you drank less, just because you were too picky about wine..."

Jun Qianshang smiled and did not answer.

Zhao Wuji grabbed the wine jar and was about to put wine in the glass. Suddenly, his eyes crossed the front and bet into the distance. On another Qianzhang high mountain with the Sword Pavilion, he was surprised and said, "Who is that man? Stand up and look at his expression, as if he has been standing for a long time.

"Who are you talking about?" Feng Yun Wuji said strangely, and his eyes followed Zhao Wuji's eyes and bet on the gate of the Nansheng Hall. The man looked solemn and held a long and narrow black-edged knife in his hands.

In the sky, a whirlwind echoed on the three peaks of the sword domain, sometimes into the clouds, sometimes leaning over the trough, accompanied by a faint sound of the wind, and the cold-faced man, dressed in a wide robe and long black hair, hunted and danced in the wind, with long hair patted on Cover your face...

"Lonely! ..." Fengyun Wuji exclaimed, and then he could not fully see the man's face clearly, but the man's breath made Fengyun Wuji familiar with him. He was not Dugu's unharmed adopted son. Who is Dugu Piao, who is known as Daojun?!!