Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 58 The Emperor's Bowl, which is more drinkable than Ye Qian'an [Please read and subscribe]

Half a day later.

Several figures slowly rose into the air in front of the palace.

In order to ensure the safety of several disciples, Qingxuan Sect arranged for an elder in the fusion realm to accompany them to the Netherworld Valley.

This elder was obviously unreliable. She was a hot woman, but like Ye Qian'an, she was addicted to alcohol.

Even after being dragged out of the secret retreat room by Leng Qianning, he was still thinking about his fine wine.

This is a young woman wearing a blue and white robe, carrying a bamboo wine jug, naked and with wine in her mouth.

In terms of appearance and temperament, he is very much like a menial disciple who has been exploited for so long that he has given up on himself.

The woman was lying on the magic sword, holding a bamboo wine jug in her hand, and taking a sip from time to time. Even Ye Qian'an was a little impressed by this.

If she awakens the Drunken Sword Immortal System, she might be even more Drunken Sword Immortal than me...

This woman's name is Dijun Wan, an elder of the Qingxuan Sect. She looks to be only in her twenties, but she is actually over seven hundred years old. Her cultivation has reached the great perfection realm of the late stage of fusion.

She is the junior sister of Leng Qianning and Dan Yangzi.

In Qingxuan Sect, she is a kind of stay-at-home girl. Unless there is something serious, she will usually drink and have fun in her secret room. She is unreasonable and good at fighting. She is an absolute crazy woman.

The Netherworld Valley is full of dangers, and the fact that Emperor Wan was able to come out to protect this group of talented disciples is enough to show how powerful this man is.

Seeing the Emperor Bowl being so drunk, Elder Lin Chen's expression was not good. He asked cautiously, "Master, is this Master Emperor Bowl being so drunk a little..."

Dan Yangzi stroked his forehead gently, feeling helpless in his heart. It was because of Emperor Junwan's character that he would not even give face to his senior sister Leng Qianning, let alone him.

If Leng Qianning had not used the thousand-year-old Lausanne wine for exchange, Emperor Wan would never have left the sect no matter what.

I hope nothing unexpected happens.

Lin Xuezhu handed over the soft armor made of unicorn dragon scales and said, "Uncle Master, the soft armor is now ready. Remember to put it on. It can at least withstand the strongest attack of a strong man in the early stage of fusion."

"This journey is extremely dangerous, Uncle Master, please be careful."

Ye Qian'an nodded and said softly: "Thank you very much. I will leave the auspicious beast to you. If it doesn't obey, don't feed it the spirit stones."

"Uncle Master, I understand. You guys should go quickly. Uncle Master Dijunwan can't wait any longer."

Lin Xuezhu smiled sweetly.

Ye Qian'an exchanged a glance with his master Leng Qianning, then flew up on his sword and chased in the direction of Emperor Wan and the others who had already left. At the same time, he put on the unicorn magic dragon soft armor made by Lin Xuezhu as a means of saving his life.

After leaving the Qingxuan Sect's mountain gate, Emperor Wan sat up and waved his fingers around. The immortal sword under him instantly grew larger, hundreds of feet long, and slowly flew away into the distance.

Emperor Wan glanced at the talented disciples on both sides, came to the protruding hilt of the sword, leaned back without any image, picked up the wine gourd on his waist, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Taking a sip slowly, Emperor Wan's face flushed slightly, his moans turned into the wind, and his whole body exuded a feeling of satisfaction and comfort.

Turning his head, he looked at Ye Qian'an who was on the Immortal Sword, and waved his hand quickly, saying with some ill intention: "Qian, come here."

Ye Qian'an controlled the flying sword to the side of Emperor Wan and bowed, "Uncle Master, is there anything I can help you with?"

The Emperor rubbed his buttocks and made room for him. He gently patted the seat where he had just sat with his jade hands and said with a smile, "Sit next to me. Uncle Master has something to say."

Ye Qian'an did not refuse, and landed steadily on the Emperor's Bowl Sword, sat beside her, and asked puzzledly: "Uncle Master, what's the matter?" "Yes, I heard that you also like the Three Thousand Ancient Wines, let me see how old your wine is."

Emperor Wan licked his lips and took the wine gourd from Ye Qian'an's waist with ill intentions. Before Ye Qian'an could react, Emperor Wan had already opened the lid.

He drank several gulps.

Ye Qian'an was also very distressed, because the wine in there was a thousand-year-old Lausanne wine, which he had obtained from Elder Lei Jie of the Upper Sect after winning the championship in this competition.

Now seeing the Emperor drinking so happily, he immediately snatched it over and said, "Uncle Master, what do you mean by this?"

Emperor Wan sipped the remaining wine aroma on his lips, feeling unsatisfied and with an endless aftertaste, but he could only look at the wine gourd on Ye Qian'an's waist reluctantly.

You know, there are not many fine wines in the entire East Lingnan Province, and most of the fine wines of the highest vintage are treasured by respected and powerful people.

After all, most of the immortal cultivators are unhappy. In order to practice, they rarely indulge in worldly affairs, and will not deliberately brew fine wine.

Therefore, for a cultivator like Dijunwan who is addicted to fine wine, it is simply a torment in life.

Emperor Wan rolled his eyes at Ye Qian'an and said, "Don't be so stingy. We cultivators should be generous and tolerant, and should have a heart of truth and kindness. Besides, I am your uncle, and we are a family."

"Give me half of your drink."

The corners of Ye Qian'an's mouth twitched twice, and he turned his head away.

Emperor Wan was a little impatient. Just as he was about to pick it up and take a couple of sips, he was interrupted by Wang Teng.

"Uncle Master, I have a jar of good wine here. Are you interested in tasting it?"

Emperor Wan immediately perked up and asked, "What kind of good wine?"

Wang Teng took out a wine jar that had been sealed for many years from his storage ring. As the jar was opened, a pure aroma of wine wafted to his face. Just smelling it made people feel comfortable all over.

Dijunwan couldn't wait to take a sip, but soon her brows furrowed, she looked up at Wang Teng in front of her and asked, "What kind of wine?"

"Fine wine."

"What year?"

"About thirty years."

Hearing that there was only "30-year-old" wine, Dijunwan threw it down from the sky with a look of disgust on his face, curled his lips and said, "Don't give me this kind of wine in the future, go play somewhere else."

Seeing his treasured wine being thrown away like that, Wang Teng's face looked a little ugly, and he could only turn around and leave.

Emperor Wan glanced at the people on Bing Fenghuang and was about to ask them if they had any good wine, but was interrupted by Ye Qian'an.

"I have a jar of fine wine here that is more than 800 years old. It will be enough for you to drink for a while. Don't think about my Lausanne wine."

Ye Qian'an handed over the jar of wine with reluctance on his face.

This was given to me by my master Leng Qianning before he left.

Dijunwan immediately took the jar of wine handed to her and couldn't wait to take a sip. This kind of fine wine was exactly what she wanted.

Fragrant and mellow!

(End of this chapter)