After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

The bosses of Xingjun were fighting each other. It was a rare opportunity in a thousand years. All the disciples in Zixia Immortal Palace, one by one, were screaming to watch the fight.

Oh no, it should be called a competition between Xingjun and strong men.

Dabai and Dahei, one on the left and the other on the right, protected Jiang Fusheng, "Let's go! Watch Lord Fan Liangxing beat up the scumbag!"

For Lan Yao, Hongyuan Xingjun is a good man.

Yu Jiang's family, the Taoist monk surnamed Ji who was abandoned by him, and even the entire Beichen Realm, Hongyuan Xingjun was so broken that they couldn't pick it up.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call him a scumbag.

The disciples of Zixia Immortal Palace are very lively. They are watching the battle in the void, and some people set up gambling games.

The two star kings are fighting, and the outcome is hard to decide.

In order to save face, I always click to the end.

No matter how much Fan Liang Xingjun hated Hongyuan Xingjun's shamelessness, he would never be able to kill him with his own hands.

After cultivating to this point, there is still no obstacle to escape even if you can't defeat him.

Disciples who set up games have changed the way of betting with great experience, and most people bet on winning or losing.

He set up the bet like this, "It's the beginning, one hundred rounds will determine the outcome, two hundred rounds, 250 rounds..."

The shorter the time, the greater the compensation.

Between the Xingjun bosses, one or two hundred rounds are the same as playing, so the payout is ten times or twenty times.

Continuing, the bet payout ratio gradually decreases.

The young disciple's name is Zhao Xiaoliu. He has a baby face and two deep dimples when he smiles. He approaches Ye Lige very endearingly and says, "Fairy Jiang, the important thing is to participate. Let's place a bet." !”

Ye Lige was in a good mood, because Ancestor Fan Liang's sword was fierce, and he hit Hongyuan Xingjun with his first hand, which made him happy.

After hearing Zhao Xiaoliu explain the rules, Ye Lige directly took out 1000 yuan of high-grade immortal crystal, "Of course I want to bet on the victory of Patriarch Fan Liang!"

Zhao Xiaoliu smiled even happier, "Our ancestor will definitely win, one hundred rounds or two hundred rounds, or..."

Ye Lige: "I bet within fifty rounds!"

Zhao Xiaoliu thought she didn't understand, so he explained again: "Fairy Jiang, the rule is one hundred..."

Ye Lige waved her hands carelessly, "It doesn't matter! If I win, I'll treat everyone to dinner.

You look so good to me. If you lose, consider it a reward! "

Zhao Xiaoliu smiled more and more sincerely, "Thank you Jiang Fairy for the reward!"

The other disciples on the side were unhappy, "It's only been twenty rounds, what if Fairy Jiang wins the bet!"

Zhao Xiaoliu patted his chest and said generously: "The certain family is not stingy. If Fairy Jiang wins the reward, Junior Brother, I will pay twenty times the compensation. How about that?"

The other disciples laughed and said, "You are not allowed to cheat!"

Zhao Xiaoliu pulled his lips and smiled, "How dare I, junior brother, in front of all these junior brothers and seniors!"

Xingjun's boss fight is a small case for ten days and ten nights. Within fifty moves, it is basically impossible!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Xiaoliu screamed like a groundhog, "Hey hey hey, why did it end?"

After a full fight of no more than [-] rounds, Hongyuan Xingjun actually escaped... Ahhh, Zhao Xiaoliu was about to scream again, mighty Xingjun, are you embarrassed to run away without a fight?

How did you, Xingjun, cultivate and enter the Tao by escaping?

Come back quickly, come back quickly and fight again!

Woo woo hoo, 1000 yuan of high-grade immortal crystals multiplied by twenty, [-] yuan of high-grade immortal crystals, you will lose your life and you will not live!

The baby feels bitter and dare not run away!

It’s not that they didn’t dare to run, but all the junior brothers who were scurrying around gathered around, “Junior brother, bring me the Immortal Crystal!”

"To celebrate our ancestor's victory, everyone will stay drunk today!"

"Let's go, let's get the money, junior brother!"

What can Zhao Xiaoliu do?

Being escorted by a group of fellow disciples who would fight if they disagreed, I could only accept my fate and take out the Immortal Crystal!

The only good thing is that although Ye Lige was compensated with a large sum of immortal crystals, except for her, the other brothers and uncles were guaranteed to lose.

Thinking about it, he didn't really lose much and could still have a good meal. Zhao Xiaoliu became happy again!

Everyone put their arms around each other and walked towards the market. They had fairy crystals and wanted to buy them.

Yueyan stayed with Ye Lige all the time, "Junior sister, they are very rough-tempered, don't mind!"

Ye Lige smiled slightly, "Second Senior Brother, I like it very much!"

Laugh when you are happy, fight when you are unhappy, there are not so many twists and turns, which is good, she really doesn’t think there is anything to mind!

A group of people run faster and come back faster.

Ye Lige: "Why are you back again?"

The leading disciple scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Fairy Jiang, we, we..."

I was so excited and happy. It had been a long time since we had a big meal.

Fearing that Zhao Xiaoliu, who controlled the fate of the fairy crystal, would run away, he ignored Ye Lige, the host!

"Fairy Jiang, please go first!"

Ye Lige smiled and covered her storage ring tightly, shouting exaggeratedly, "Do you know that there is a good fairy brew in my storage ring?"

Immortal Lord Mobei's eyes lit up, and he jumped over. He stretched out his hands to pull the disciples, "Bian'er Xingxing, don't block the way of junior sister, you, you, and you, change your clothes and wash them." Come back after taking a shower..."

It’s not easy to have a big meal, it must be a ritual!

At this generation level, although Ye Lige and Mo Jian have a master-disciple relationship in the lower world, their cultivation levels are too different now.

So things like seniority have long been a mess.

Especially after Fan Liangxingjun decided to personally teach Ye Lige swordsmanship, she even skipped a few Qiu Shi in her generation.

However, teaching is teaching, and neither Fan Liangxing Lord nor Zixia Fairy Lord required Ye Lige to become a disciple.

Mobei Immortal Lord is so clever. In the past, Mo Jian, the apprentice, mentioned countless times how good ginger leaves were and how they brewed good wine.

If I say I’m not envious, I’d be lying. I met her today...it’s so beautiful just thinking about it!

Spiritual food and spiritual meals are both finished products and semi-finished products that are bought back. The finished products are ready-made, and the semi-finished products naturally require Jiang Fusheng, the spiritual baker, to show off his talents.

Ye Lige is not stingy. With a touch of his hand, different types of spiritual wine and fairy brew appeared in front of everyone.

During this period of time, the output of fairy fruits in the portable cave was good.

The little ginseng spirit, the tree demon, and the madman are all very diligent and have brewed several batches of spiritual wine.

After being buried in the time formation, the year has come up and the wine is fragrant. The legendary wine is nothing more than this.

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, the unfamiliar people became close friends and talked about everything. What should be said and should not be said were all revealed.

After the Mobei Immortal Lord drank Shi Tan Ye Li Ge's fairy brew, he enjoyed the ecstatic feeling. He came up to Ye Li Ge and insisted on bowing to her, "Ye Zi, you are my biological sister, whoever dares to do so in the future will Bullying you, I'll give you my brother's name!

Uh, if you dare not buy it, I'll beat him to death! "

Ye Lige only knew his immortal name but did not know his lay name, "Mobei Immortal Lord, what is your name...?"

"Snoring, snoring..."

He was asleep and it smelled pretty good!

Immortal Lord Qiu Shi waved his hand helplessly, "This old man!"

Immortal Lord Mobei is the youngest disciple of Immortal Zixia, ranking eighth.

Immortal Lord Qiu Shi took the wine jar from his arms, and was about to ask his disciple to carry him down. Unexpectedly, Immortal Lord Mobei opened his eyes with a shout, "No one, no one is allowed to steal my immortal wine, uh !”

Seeing him so drunk, Ye Lige couldn't bear to use fairy energy to evaporate the alcohol, knowing that he loved wine.

After all, it was Master Mo Jian's master who was very kind to him and Yue Yan.

Ye Lige: "Senior Brother Mobei, my little sister will give you another ten altars, go with peace of mind!"

Looking up to meet one, two, three...seven pairs of shining eyes, the other seven senior brothers all looked over, led by Immortal Qiu Shi, "Little junior sister, don't favor one over the other!"

"Yes, we are all half-brothers and sisters!"

"That's right, senior brother will fight for you from now on!"

"Yes, yes, no one in the immortal world knows about us, the eight heroes of Zixia Immortal Palace!"

Everyone worked hard for the sake of drinking wine!

Ye Lige laughed, "Everyone has a share of wine and meat, regardless of family!"

The atmosphere became lively in an instant. Under the influence of alcohol, everyone suddenly became close friends who talked about everything.

One of the senior brothers said: "Junior sister Jiang, since your Jiang family was a powerful family in Beichen's small world more than 1 years ago, don't you think there are no other clan members except Senior Hongyuan?"