The Ancient Wine and Sword Immortal: I become stronger when I drink!

Above the East China Sea, three "floating corpses" are floating on the sea.

"Brother, when can we float back?" Master Puxian stared at the sky with a look of despair.

Not long ago, the three of them were swallowed into the belly of a shark. Although the magic power of the three of them was sealed, their physical strength was also at the level of golden immortals. The shark could not digest them and excreted them from the shark's excretory organs.

Now the three of them have a lingering smell of shit that cannot be washed away by the sea water.

Especially Cihang, who has a mysophobia and only wears pure white clothes on weekdays. This experience made his stomach sour.

"I don't know. If we meet the patrolling Yaksha or the loose immortals on the fairy island, maybe we can ask them for help." Manjusri's face was expressionless.

"It's better not to encounter him, otherwise we will explain where to put Jinxian's face." Master Puxian shuddered.

They were so humiliated on Jiejiao Jinao Island. If the news spread for a while, the whole world would know that the dignified Jinxian of Chanjiao had been defeated, had his magic sealed, and was thrown into the sea.

But the less I want something to come, the more something comes.

far away.

A patrolling Yaksha discovered the three Manjusri.

"Who are you?"

Puxian tried to calm down, rolled his eyes, and said: "I am Huang Long, the Golden Immortal of the Chan Cult. I was assassinated by a traitor and had my magic power sealed. If you can send me to Kunlun Mountain, I will repay you generously."

Anyway, the name reported was the name of Master Huanglong, so it has nothing to do with me, Master Puxian.

"Oh?" Patroller Yaksha's eyes lit up.

He has heard of the name of Chan Jiao Jinxian.

He rubbed his hands and felt that his opportunity had come. He lowered his posture, looked at the floating Manjusri and Cihang, and said, "I dare to ask the names of these two immortals."

Manjusri said: "I am Deng Hua, a third-generation disciple of Chanjiao."

Cihang hurriedly said: "I am Xiao Zhen, a third-generation disciple of Chanjiao."

In the original work of Fengshen Yanyi, Deng Hua and Xiao Zhen were two minor characters under the Yuxu Palace who were deliberately sent to die in the Shijue Formation by Taoist Ran Deng.

"I feel sorry for the three immortals."

The patrolling Yaksha suddenly transformed into a giant turtle, holding up Manjusri and three others and flying towards the Kunlun Mountains.

……

Biyou Palace.

While listening to the sermon, Lin Fan secretly took a sip of wine while the leader of Tongtian Cult was not paying attention.

Leader Tongtian didn't pay attention to Lin Fan's little actions.

He is a straightforward and open-minded person who regards etiquette as a precaution, and his attitude towards cultivating disciples is mainly free-spirited.

After taking a liking to Lin Fan, he gave a sermon.

As for how much Lin Fan can listen, everyone has their own destiny and cannot be forced.

As Lin Fan's drunkenness deepened, his understanding and training speed increased a hundred times at the same time.

It was a pity for him that the gourd of innate spiritual treasure's fairy wine still needed time to be refined, so he could only drink some ordinary fairy wine first.

With his current physique, it is difficult for ordinary fairy wine to make him drunk. Even the ordinary fairy wine upgraded with the Jiuxian Gourd can only make him slightly drunk. This drunkenness can support him to open a hundred times increase at most. status.

Otherwise, Lin Fan could perform a breakthrough on the spot and gain a good impression in front of the teacher.

……

"Who is the teacher preaching to?"

"I don't know, could it be Senior Brother Duobao?"

"I am Duobao, and it is not me who is listening. Junior Sister Wudang is about to glimpse the quasi-sage realm. Could it be that Master specially opened a small stove to help Junior Sister Wudang make further progress?"

"I am unworthy, and it is not I who hears the sermon."

The consciousnesses of the masters of interception were colliding and communicating in the void, but no result was reached for a long time.

Who is the teacher preaching to?

This mystery puzzles everyone.

But no one dared to interrupt the teacher's lecture, and everyone was so anxious that they scratched their hearts.

Duobao Cave Mansion.

Taoist Duobao looked at the glow on Biyou Palace, still unable to see through it, and sighed: "There is still a huge gap between me and the teacher."

His cultivation has reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Sage, and he can be called the first person in the three generations of Xuanmen. He is the senior brother of Chanjiao, Guang Chengzi, and the senior brother of Renjiao, Master Xuandu, is inferior.

But the higher your cultivation level, the more you can see the huge gap between yourself and the saint.

His eyes couldn't even see through the visions released by the saint's sermons, and it was difficult to see clearly the scene in Biyou Palace.

"Where is my Word?"

Duobao sighed.

His cultivation has not been touched for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is probably the next calamity to advance to the late stage of quasi-sage.

Another cave.

Zhao Gongming was talking to Yun Xiaoshou, and there was a Go board on the table.

The two fairies Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao sat by the chessboard and watched.

"Didn't Senior Brother agree to drink with Junior Brother Lin? Why didn't he drag him over?" Yun Xiao said with a smile.

"Yes. Brother Zhao, why don't you bring Junior Brother Lin here for us to meet. I also want to ask Junior Brother Lin what is the secret of cultivating to the late Golden Immortal stage for thousands of years." Qiong Xiao has an unrestrained temperament and does not hide it at all. My own opinion.

"You little girl always think of shortcuts." Yunxiao tapped Qiongxiao's nose, "The way to practice is to work hard..."

"Sister, Junior Brother Lin drinks alcohol all day long, and I have never seen him work hard." Qiong Xiao pouted her mouth and muttered.

"Perhaps drinking is the way for Junior Brother Lin," Yun Xiao said.

"Huh, sister, just play tricks on me." Qiong Xiao snorted dissatisfied.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I also want to know why Junior Brother Lin doesn't come." Yun Xiao looked at Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming said: "I went to invite Junior Brother Lin, but I found that Junior Brother Lin was not in the cave."

"Not in the cave?" Yunxiao frowned, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, "Senior Brother Zhao, do you think the person to whom the teacher is preaching alone will be Junior Brother Lin?"

"This..." Zhao Gongming choked and pondered slightly.

"It's impossible. The teacher has only given individual sermons to Senior Brother Duobao and Senior Sister Jin Ling, but not Senior Brother Zhao. Although Junior Brother Lin has shown considerable talent and strength, he probably doesn't take it seriously in the teacher's eyes. "Qiong Xiao said unconvinced.

Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming had a close friendship, and they were close friends before the Lich Tribulation began.

Sanxiao was transformed by the innate clouds, and Zhao Gongming was transformed by the innate breeze. After transformation, he became a disciple of Jie Jiao.

Because he started late, Zhao Gongming failed to become an inner disciple, but with hard work and practice, he finally became the leader of the outer disciples.

But in terms of strength, Zhao Gongming was already a quasi-sage, and six of the Seven Immortals and two of the Four Immortals were not as good as him.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't. Whoever the teacher preaches to will increase my strength as a teacher." Zhao Gongming was very open-minded and laughed heartily.

The cave of Long Er Dingguang Immortal.

"Why is it not me who is the teacher preaching alone! I am also the Seven Immortals who serve, the inner disciple of the leader, why does the leader never pay attention to me!" Dingguangxian's face was twisted and he whispered like a devil.

There was a vague dark energy lingering in his Taoist heart.

Dingguangxian vented his anger alone in the cave, smashing bottles and cups.

He was full of anger and had nowhere to release it.

He followed the leader of Tongtian Cult very early and reached the early stage of Daluo Jinxian very early. However, in the long years after that, his cultivation level remained stagnant, and the disciples who later joined Jie Cult surpassed him one after another.

When he was still a Golden Immortal, Zhao Gongming was just an Earth Immortal who had just transformed. In just a million years, he had fallen behind and was not even as good as Zhao Gongming.

This made his Taoist heart extremely distorted. He always had a sense of presence on weekdays. His favorite thing was to show off his identity as an inner disciple in front of Zhao Gongming. This was one of the few places where he found confidence.

"How dare a little outer disciple not take me seriously! Why don't you always treat yourself like a waste!" Dingguangxian smashed a bottle in anger.

He hates it!

Even if he can't compare to Zhao Gongming, now even a little Lin Fan dares not to take him seriously.

Why does a notorious trash rise?

He vented for a while and sat weakly on the bed.

After thinking for a long time, his expression changed, sometimes sinister, sometimes struggling, sometimes hesitant, sometimes angry.

Finally, he seemed to have made an important decision. He took out a lotus petal and penetrated his mind: "Sage Zhunti, I have thought about it."