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

"Master?"

Lin Fan hesitated slightly after hearing Wen Zhong's request.

He had only made a simplified version of the Heaven Refining Formation, and had not yet tested it to prove his ideas. Accepting Emperor Xin's appointment rashly... was a bit risky.

Without the extraction of the Heaven Refining Formation and the refining of the Immortal Wine Gourd, Lin Fan would never dare to rashly accept this kind of destiny in the world that is a mixture of the will of heaven and the power of sentient beings.

In particular, he speculated that the reason why Guangchengzi, the senior brother of Chanjiao, had been stagnant for millions of years and could never be promoted to quasi-sage might be related to the fact that he was once the emperor's master of Emperor Xuanyuan.

Wen Zhongdao: "Uncle Master, if you become the Imperial Master and use your luck to exert a power no less than that of a quasi-sage, it will be good for us to intercept the teaching..."

"No!" Lin Fan flatly refused.

Others regard becoming a quasi-sage as a lifelong pursuit, but he is different.

He has the Brewmaster system, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a quasi-sage, and it is not worth the risk for him.

Wen Zhongmu showed disappointment and regret, but he had no confidence in the first place.

But Lin Fan's next words cheered him up.

"Not for now."

Wen Zhong was ecstatic and said loudly: "Uncle Master, are you serious?"

Lin Fan smiled and said: "Being an official is not enough. I don't want to taint the luck of the world yet. However, now I can help the Shang Dynasty to deal with some enemies. This is probably the main reason why you came to me."

Wen Zhong was seen through his thoughts, but he was not embarrassed and said: "Uncle Master Mingjian. Xiqi is pressing forward step by step, and there are experts in teaching to help. It is really a chronic problem. In the previous series of battles, Zhang Guifang, the commander-in-chief of Jiameng Pass, The fourth general of the Demon family, veteran Lu Xiong, died in the battle, and the disciple went out to fight in person. Qishan was defeated in the battle. Originally, the disciple was planning to go to Jin'ao Island to ask for help, but he didn't expect that the master uncle came to Chaoge."

Lin Fan listened patiently.

Due to his own time travel in this life, the timeline of the Conferred Gods has changed a bit. The four brothers, Wang Mo, who were originally supposed to die in the battle of Jiameng Pass, are still alive and practicing hard on Jin'ao Island.

However, the general trend has not changed yet.

Facing Xiqi, who is supported by Chanjiao, the Shang Dynasty is facing a crisis. ,

Lin Fan picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine. He inadvertently revealed a fierce murderous intention: "I will personally take action to beat Chanjiao and Xiqi. Xiqi is just a vassal state of Dashang. They should let them know Know who is the orthodox human race!"

"Thank you, Uncle Master!" Wen Zhong was extremely excited, "The fighting on the front line was tense. After receiving a message from Shen Gongbao, my disciple came back to Chaoge to visit Uncle Master. Uncle Master, why don't you and your disciple set off for the front line now. Otherwise, after a long time, The disciples are afraid that the little thieves from Chanjiao and Xiqi who do not respect martial ethics will attack the camp."

"Yes." Lin Fan put down the Jiuxian Gourd and looked into the distance.

……

Xiqi.

Qishan.

Qishan is the land bordering Xiqi and the Great Shang Dynasty. A phoenix once landed on Qishan Mountain and shouted, "The Great Shang is dead! Xiqi must stand!".

From then on, the people of Xiqi all knew that destiny was in Xiqi, and they would surely replace the Great Shang and become a new human dynasty.

At this time, Qishan was full of troops, and the armies of Xiqi and Dashang were facing each other, seventy miles apart.

In the military camp of Xiqi.

"Haha, brother Lei Zhenzi fought a good battle and beat the old thief Wen Zhong back seventy miles." Huang Tianhua said loudly with a voice like a bell.

He is nine feet tall, has a face like mutton fat, wears a flaming golden crown on his head, a red robe of a dragon on his body, and a chain of golden locks.

He slapped a big hand on the shoulder of a man with a face like indigo, hair like cinnabar, a thunder mouth, two feet in length, a water-colored body, and a pair of wind and thunder wings growing out from under his back ribs.

The man's name was Lei Zhenzi, and he said modestly: "I don't dare to take it. It's all under the command of Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Ziya stroked his long white beard and said: "After this battle, Xiqi's power has been demonstrated, and the military morale is boosted. Lei Zhenzi, you should be remembered for your first merit!"

A kid with a face like mutton fat and carved with pink and jade snorted coldly, put his hands on his hips and said: "If I were allowed to fight, I can defeat Wen Zhong. Ever since the master rebuilt my lotus body, I have become a different person. .”

This little boy is none other than Nezha.

"Okay, okay, next time I'll let you go out first to increase your prestige." Lei Zhenzi said with a smile.

"It's settled!" Nezha's eyes flashed.

"Father, generals, if Wen Zhong retreats this time, there is no guarantee that reinforcements will come. We need to plan in advance." Ji Fa frowned.

He is a young prince, wearing yellow clothes and a dragon crown on his head, and he is very heroic.

"Haha. Don't worry, Your Majesty. No matter who he brings here when he hears Zhong, I, Nezha, can beat them to death!" Nezha looked proud.

"Yes! Your Majesty, you don't have to worry, we are here with you." Lei Zhenzi said.

"But..." Ji Fa wanted to say more.

Huang Tianhua showed displeasure and said, "Your Majesty, you still can't trust us."

Ji Fa could only remain silent, sullen in his heart.

This group of Chan Cult disciples were all his subordinates in name, but they didn't take him seriously.

"Report! Your Majesty, Prime Minister, there is an intruder from the business camp. There is a young Taoist named Zhan."

A pawn ran in, knelt down on one knee and said loudly.

"Taoist? Is he a Taoist invited by Wen Zhong?" Ji Fa looked worried.

"Haha, I'm worried that he won't come. Prime Minister, let me go and take care of the Taoist's head and twist it off!" Nezha said.

"Your Majesty, let's go to the tower to watch the battle and cheer for General Nezha." Jiang Ziya said with a smile.

……

"Uncle Master, I'm leaving it all to you." Wen Zhong was riding on a jade unicorn, holding two whips and wearing armor. He stood on the tower and looked into the distance.

The battle between Xiqi and Dashang took a long time. Both sides built simple cities on the spot. The gates were four feet high and the defenses were strong.

Lin Fan sat astride the back of a turtle the size of a war horse, with a leisurely expression, raising the wine gourd and taking a sip of the Earthly Qi Immortal Wine from time to time.

As if he wasn't satisfied yet, he lay on the back of the giant turtle with his legs crossed.

It seems that this is not a battlefield, but a home.

In the distance, a ray of fire flew.

"Boy, tell me your name. If I don't kill you, I won't kill you..."

Nezha was holding a fire-pointed spear and stepping on hot wheels, looking majestic. Before he could finish speaking, when he saw Lin Fan clearly, he was stunned...

"Hey, it's you kid again." Lin Fan took a look. The aura on Nezha's body was more vigorous than before, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, but it was not enough to look at.

Nezha came back to his senses, the humiliation of the past came to mind, and with a ferocious look on his face, he said in a cold voice: "Hmph, do you think I am still the same young master back then? Let me tell you, I am now the Taiyi Golden Immortal! Do you understand? ! Taiyi Golden Immortal! Today, I will skin you and cramp you, pull out your soul and torture you with the true fire of Samadhi for ten thousand years!"

He yelled and was about to fight Lin Fan.

"Slow down!" Lin Fan shouted.

"What, you want to beg for mercy?" Nezha looked proud and laughed wildly, "It's not okay to beg for mercy."

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "I mean, you are not qualified to fight me."

Nezha was taken aback.

Lin Fan said quietly: "You have to defeat my mount first. Then go up the mountain!"

He stood up slowly, the giant turtle roared, his eyes glowed red, and he killed Nezha.

Nezha felt extremely humiliated.

what!

Lin Fan only sent his mount to fight him. This was contempt!

Deceiving too much!

He roared and drew his gun.