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

Chapter 82: Young Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Lu Liang! [Please read and subscribe]

Wang Teng looked at Ye Qian'an who had a bye and felt extremely angry. Why did all the good things happen to him?

Ye Qian'an didn't care too much about this matter. Picking up the wine gourd, he bowed in the direction of Leng Qianning, turned around and left the sect's arena.

Looking at Ye Qian'an's departing back, many geniuses were filled with indignation, and they had greeted Ye Qian'an hundreds of times in their hearts.

Too arrogant.

It's simply too arrogant!

Lin Xuezhu glanced at the token in her hand, then looked at Uncle Master Ye Qian'an who turned and left, and immediately said, "Master, I know I cannot defeat you geniuses, so I want to give up."

Leng Qianning did not refuse. It was already not easy to enter the top ten. Most of the remaining ones were Jindan and Huixu cultivators. With Lin Xuezhu's Nascent Soul cultivation level, she naturally could not be their opponent.

Lin Xuezhu put down the token in her hand, turned around, and ran quickly in the direction where Uncle Ye left.

Dan Yangzi frowned and said, "You gave up before it even started. It's obvious that you want to leave with Ye Qian'an..."

"Why? Admitting defeat is someone's right. You can't just challenge a Yuanying realm directly. Why don't you challenge a Mahayana realm directly?"

Emperor Junwan curled her lips and retorted.

Dan Yangzi looked a little embarrassed, touched his nose and said: "Senior Sister Jun Wan, what you said is wrong. The focus of this competition is to learn from each other. How can we be timid just because our opponent is strong?"

"We are cultivators. If we are afraid of fighting because of the difference in realm, won't we be ridiculed by the world if we tell others about it?"

Dijun Wan didn't care about it at all. A cultivator should be carefree and do whatever he wants. If he is bothered by mundane affairs, then what is the point of cultivating immortality?
It would be better to just lie down at home and sleep.

...............

Qingshan Town, Zuixianglou.

The madam came out to greet him personally, her plump cheeks squeezed together like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Hey, Master Ye, why are you here so early today?"

Ye Qian'an took out a low-grade spirit stone from his pocket and handed it over, saying casually: "I heard that Zui Xiang Lou brewed a kind of daughter's red wine, so I came here specially to taste it."

The madam smiled and said, "The Immortal Master is well-informed. Please come in and I will arrange for someone to bring it to you right away."

Because it was daytime, there were not many people in Zui Xiang Lou. There were only a few scattered guests tasting the newly released wine. Only at night would Zui Xiang Lou be crowded.

The auspicious beast lay on Ye Qian'an's shoulder, raised its noble head, sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, and murmured, "You humans are really weird. Why do you like this kind of thing?"

"So you are not human."

Ye Qian'an flicked the auspicious beast's forehead with his finger, then took Lin Xuezhu to the second floor, found a place to sit down, and prepared to taste the wine.

The sect's competition would take at least three hours to finish, so they had plenty of time to taste the wine in Zui Xiang Lou.

When the dancers in Zui Xiang Lou saw that guests were coming, they came out to work in advance, and at the same time pressed the harp in their hands to play a song for the adults.

The harmonious sound of the harp is like sunlight penetrating through the clouds, illuminating every corner of the heart and making people feel infinite warmth and comfort.

The sound of the harp was as soft as silk, gently brushing across the heart, making people intoxicated by the beautiful melody. After listening for a while, just when Ye Qian'an and his friends were about to order some fine wine, a white figure slowly appeared at the stairs of Zui Xiang Lou, and then walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The man was dressed in a white robe and had long black hair. He was dignified and graceful, and seemed to have an otherworldly charm. This was the unique charm of a cultivator.

After the white figure went upstairs, his eyes slowly swept around, and then he walked towards the window. After a moment, in the spotlight of many people, he stopped at the table and chair where Ye Qian'an was sitting.

"Fellow Daoist, may I sit here?"

The man in the white robe smiled at Ye Qiyan, but even though he asked this, he had already sat down opposite Ye Qiyan.

The auspicious beast immediately jumped into Ye Qian'an's arms, baring its teeth and looking at the man in front of it vigilantly.

Ye Qian'an put down the wine glass in his hand elegantly and casually, raised his head, and looked at the other party with a little doubt. Although he didn't know the other party, he could feel the powerful spiritual power from him.

"A combined monk?"

Ye Qian'an glanced sideways slightly.

The man in white robe shrugged, looked at the wine jar in front of Ye Qian'an, then nodded and said: "Daoyou is really free and unrestrained. Your cultivation has already reached the half-step fusion realm, and you are still interested in the fine wine of the mortal world."

Ye Qian'an was not nervous either. It was not difficult to tell from the fluctuations of spiritual power that the other party was just a cultivator in the early stage of fusion. Such a young cultivator in the early stage of fusion must be a strong man from Xiniu Hezhou.

The man in white robe played with the wine glass in his hand, then raised his head and looked at Ye Qian'an in front of him, and said: "I came here because I need your help with something."

"Tell me something?" Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate slowly. Those who come with ill intentions will not come. This person was obviously coming for him, and judging from his appearance, he probably didn't come to make friends.

"Brother's head."

The man in white robe slowly raised his head and said indifferently: "I am Lu Liang, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect in Hezhou, Xiniu. I came here today to seek justice."

"What? He is Lu Liang, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect in Hezhou, Xiniu!"

"I've heard of him. Although he's over 300 years old, his cultivation has reached the fusion realm. He's also a famous genius in the entire Xiniu Hezhou."

As soon as the man in white robe finished speaking, there was a series of crisp sounds of wine glasses falling to the ground around him, followed by screams of shock.

Ye Qian'an didn't look panicked, he just said casually: "Xuezhu, take the auspicious beast back to the sect first."

"Are you going to call someone?"

Lu Liang did not show any worried expression. After all, this kind of thing was dispensable to him. Regardless of whether Ye Qian'an went to call for help or not, he had to die here today.

The Qingxuan Sect is indeed powerful in Donglingnan Province, but if it is placed in Xiniuhe Province, it is only at the bottom. Even a random elder of the Divine Sword Sect can destroy the Qingxuan Sect.

Lin Xuezhu understood what he meant and left Zuixianglou with the auspicious beast in his arms, flying towards the direction of the sect on his sword.

Ye Qian'an drank the jar of wine in front of him, flicked his fingers forward, and a special energy force whizzed towards Lu Liang in front of him.

“Hehe, the half-step fusion is indeed a genius, but compared with the real fusion, this amount of strength is really not enough.”

(End of this chapter)