God-level Selection System

Chapter 1206

After a jar of wine, Ye Chen was still no different.

Mo said that the amount of alcohol has not reached his upper limit, even if it does, he can completely refine it with his current skill.

Not only is it not harmful to the body, but it can also increase his strength a bit.

After all, wine is also made from grains!

Although Fang Qingtian's drink volume is not as good as Ye Chen's, he is still not small. His eyesight is still dim, his drunk spirit is slightly drunk, and his speech is still clear.

"Brother Ye, really good drinker, happy!"

"If there is anything in the future, just come to Fangmou!"

Ye Chen smiled lightly on her face and nodded, without refuting Fang Qingtian's face, holding up the big bowl, and said.

"Come on, head Fang, let's do this bowl!"

"Done!"

Fang Qingtian laughed, picked up a big bowl, brought it to his lips, gurgled, and drank it in one breath, leaking a lot of his mouth, and wet the front of the front.

"Master, please remember what the teacher said, don't get drunk."

The young man who had spoken earlier said in a low voice again, and Fang Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Sheng Yun, don't worry."

Na Sheng Yun looked around, his eyes flashing, and he glanced at the people around the house with a solemn expression.

Ye Chen raised his head and glanced around, his expression also changed slightly, turning his head and looking at each other with that Sheng Yun, his brows frowned slightly.

With a thought, he pushed the bowl and raised his fist.

"Head of Fang, I have to hurry down, so I will drink here today."

"No!"

Fang Qingtian hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the bowl and shook his head vigorously: "Brother Ye, my brother has been very upset recently. It's rare to meet my brother and drink so happily. Don't be disappointed!"

Ye Chen smiled bitterly and said, "I really have to hurry down here, it's not a good time to delay the hour!"

"Ha ha……"

Fang Qingtian retracted his hand and smiled freely.

"Brother Ye, why bother, my accompanying disciple has a fast horse. Wouldn't it be faster to send you a fast horse at that time?"

"this……"

Ye Chen hesitated, thought a little, nodded and smiled bitterly.

"Well, since the head of Fang has this intention, but he is disrespectful, he gave his life to accompany the gentleman!"

"That's right!"

Fang Qingtian immediately patted the table and asked the shopkeeper to bring another jar of wine. Loudly said: "Brother Ye, let's get drunk and let's not go back today!"

Ye Chen's drunk is extremely heavy, compared to before crossing, it is simply different.

Besides, he has a profound inner strength, and as soon as the wine enters his abdomen, he is refined. It is really difficult to get drunk.

When he was drinking, his mind was slightly divided and he was paying attention to the outside world, and he also noticed something strange.

These people around, took a look from time to time, and at first glance, they were just curious about their drinking.

But Ye Chen still smelled an unusual smell.

These people are packed with bags and hidden weapons. Obviously, they are not ordinary people, but people in the martial arts.

He has not yet reached the state of invincibility in martial arts.

He didn't want this Fang Qingtian to be quite enthusiastic, but he was also curious. He didn't know what kind of ways there are in today's martial arts.

When the wine was half-boiled, Fang Qingtian drank more and more sober, and talked about his troubles.

It turns out that his faction is based in Kunlun and is good at swordsmanship, especially the uneven swordsmanship, which is very mysterious.

But not long ago...

The family of Zhang Renfeng, the most outstanding disciple of the school, was destroyed. He led the disciples down the mountain and wanted to get justice back.

However, the Black Stone was so powerful that he finally returned unfailingly.

"..."

In this regard, Ye Chen could only express his speechlessness. He didn't expect that he would encounter Zhang Renfeng's mentor by mistake. This is really fate!

Speaking of...

Ye Chen was very interested in Zhang Renfeng's uneven swordsmanship, but he was reluctant to ask him to obtain it from Fang Qingtian.

Although they met by the water, if the two make friends with wine, it would not be beautiful if they were mixed with profit calculations.

The two of them drank happily one after another.

Fang Qingtian's two young disciples did not drink, and they were silent, as if they did not exist.

The embroidered curtain sounded, and the door went dark, and three people walked in.

The three men entered the house, frozen in shape, and stood at the door, sweeping their eyes around the house, seeming to be looking for a seat.

Ye Chen frowned, and from the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the changes in the crowd. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Although it was invisible and intangible, it was vaguely noticeable, and he slowly put down the bowl.

On the other side, Fang Qingtian slowly put down the sea bowl and looked at the three people who entered the house.

He is the leader of a faction of the Southern Heaven Sword Sect. He came out of the shadow of the sword and light sword. He has an unspeakable instinct for danger and killing intent, and he feels strange.

The three are one tall and two short, the first one, about thirty or forty years old, tall and thin, with a long and narrow face, like a cucumber, and a pair of eyes that are rather narrow and cold, like two sharp blades.

The two behind him were twin brothers, who looked extremely alike, and had chubby figures, quite like a wine shopkeeper.

"Three, sorry, sorry, the shop is full."

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, clasped his fists to apologize, with a humble smile on his face, which made people unable to get angry.

One person nodded first, stepped directly, and walked in, ignoring the shopkeeper.

The three of them came to a table, and the four of them hurriedly got up, gave up their seats, stood in front of him, bowed, and whispered.

"Meet the gang leader!"

"no."

The narrow-faced man waved his hand and sat down with a five-horse golden sword, and the cold light swept across the sky below.

Looking around, Fang Qingtian raised his head and said to Ye Chen, "Brother Ye, let's drink here today!"

"Oh?" Ye Chen was slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "Is the head of Fang happy?"

"I'm afraid I can't have fun today,"

Fang Qingtian shook his head, glanced at the sitting middle-aged man with a long narrow face, and gave a wry smile: "If Fang meets an old friend, he can't accompany you, brother!"

"That's a coincidence."

Ye Chen smiled, picked up the big bowl, and took a sip slowly. He glanced over from the edge of the bowl and glanced at the long-faced middle-aged man.

"Although I am blunt, I can guess that your old friend is not good."

"good!"

Fang Qingtian nodded, but then he shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I'm planted today. I can only withdraw first. Brothers might as well take a step first."

Ye Chen chuckled. This Fang Qingtian was a refreshing person. He saw something wrong and withdrew before fighting. It seemed timid, but it was an act of judging the situation.

But he waved his hand slightly, shook his head and said.

"Although martial arts is not helpful, you can't take care of yourself when your friends are in trouble!"

"good!"

Fang Qingtian nodded vigorously, and clapped his hands repeatedly: "Fang did not see the wrong person, you friend, I am settled!"

After that, he picked up a big bowl, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth, laughed, proudly.

"Hey, head Fang, I'm so interested!"

At this moment, a deep laughter sounded, and the narrow-faced middle-aged man was holding his fists, his face was not smiling.

"Oh, isn't this the king's gang leader? How can you be willing to lower yourself, condescend to come to such a place to eat!"

Fang Qingtian clasped his fists and replied strangely.

The middle-aged man with a long and narrow face said hesitantly: "Listen to the little ones, Fang Qingtian is here, and I'm here to join in the fun."

"How dare you be this!"

Fang Qingtian shook his head and gave a sneer, his piercing eyes bursting with cold light.

"Helper, Ye Chang has a lot of dreams, don't talk nonsense with him, just do it!"

A middle-aged man with a long narrow face jumped out, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man with a long narrow face slapped his hands hard: "Okay, do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "swish" sound. A dozen people drew out the swords hidden in their pockets, and the swords or the tips of the swords all pointed to Fang Qingtian's table.

The light in the room was slightly dim, and it was a bit bright at this time.

"Hehe, Wang Dadong, you will have a good life at this point!"

Fang Qingtian laughed. He reached out his hand and pulled out a long sword from his back. He smiled sarcastically: "Even if you get on with the Black Stone, you can only dare to pass the sword to me when Fang is alone!"

Wang Dadong smiled gloomily, slowly withdrew the long sword from his waist, stretched it flat, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and said coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense... The surname is Fang, today your life is about to be decided!"

"Then you have to look at your ability!"

Fang Qingtian laughed, stood up, protected in front of Jiang, turned his head and said in a low voice: "Brother, follow me later, don't leave."

Ye Chen's martial arts master, ranked top in the world, has long since returned to innocence. Therefore, his appearance has no characteristics of a martial artist.

Moreover, although he carries a stainless steel long sword, he has no blood.

Therefore, although Fang Qingtian guessed that he would be able to martial arts, he must not be much higher.

Seeing Fang Qingtian speak, Ye Chen had no choice but to nod his head, stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the people around him with confidence.

Although he has been practicing martial arts for a short time, his attainments are not low. It may be difficult to win against top masters like Shang Lu Zhu and Zhuan Wang, but this should not be a problem.

The other two young men also stood up and walked behind Fang Qingtian. The three formed horns to protect Ye Chen firmly.

"kill!"

Without a second word, Wang Dadong shouted angrily, his long and narrow face turned red, and the long sword in his hand slashed in front of him with force.

The four people at his table kicked the chair away, drew their long swords, and rushed over.

The crowds rushed out of the nearby tables, there were more than fifty people, and the four of Ye Chen were surrounded in a blink of an eye.

Not waiting for Fang Qingtian and Ye Chen to take any action, but saw that a few others were not involved, and ran to the door, blocked there, staring at them to prevent them from escaping.

Seeing the situation is not good, the shopkeeper immediately leaned behind the counter and hid himself.

"Fang, die!"

A fierce man wielded a long knife, drew a line of exercises, rushed forward, swept the "struck Huashan Mountain", and slammed his head straight into the sky.

"Good job!"

Fang Qingtian yelled, and the long sword in his hand shook, the sword light was piercing, like a horse, like a snake letter, stabs out, it is very fast, the second hair comes first, and it pierces the opponent in a blink of an eye.

With the sound of "dang", a sword stretched out and the long sword was pushed aside, but the people next to him helped.

Fang Qingtian couldn't do anything, and had to turn around to avoid it, and another person was stabbing with a sword.

The other two young men were like this. They were besieged by everyone, and they didn't pay attention to fighting alone.

Ye Chen was the only one standing among them leisurely.

Although surrounded by more than a dozen people, Fang Qingtian didn't change his face and shouted loudly. Between the long swords in his hands, they formed a sword curtain, resisting three or four people at the same time.

The other two young men did not let the wind fall, and they swung their swords very sharply.

Ye Chen stood in the middle, just sitting on the sidelines.

This group of people are quite good at group attacks. Wang Dadong stood outside the circle, copying his hands, his narrow and long faces were full of sneers.

"The surname Fang, why bother struggling, Black Stone has already issued a killing order, you will definitely die!"

"fart!"

Fang Qingtian shouted angrily, swiping the long sword in his hand more swiftly. With a "poof", the tip of the sword pierced into the arm of the opposite person, but did not stop, his body flashed, avoiding the diagonally stabbed sword.

The injured person quickly retreated, and the people behind rushed up to fill his space to resist Fang Qingtian's frontal impact.

One advance and one retreat, but the cooperation is skillful and full of tacit understanding.

"Ha ha……"

Fang Qingtian laughed twice, and while swinging his long sword, laughed: "Happy, happy!"

Ye Chen stood behind him, and when he saw a dozen people on the opposite side, their faces remained calm, their expressions were calm, their moves were not hurried, and they obviously wanted to grind them to death, so he reminded them.

"Head of Fang, two fists are hard to beat four hands. It is not a good thing to go on like this. Let's rush out first."

"Okay, rush out!"

Fang Qingtian promised, his arm shook, and a long sword swayed.

Only three sounds of "Dangdangdang" sounded, the sword circle actually encircled the opponent's three weapons at the same time, and he moved from under his feet to the direction of the door.

Four other people stood behind Wang Dadong. Seeing this situation, one rushed out, the long sword was unsheathed, and turned into a bit of cold star, spurring Fang Qingtian quickly.

But after hearing the crisp sound of "dang", although Fang Qingtian waved his sword in time to resist, the two swords exchanged for a moment, and the whole person couldn't help taking a big step back and returning to the original position.

At this moment, Ye Chen was standing behind him.

When Fang Qingtian retreated, Ye Chen could only take a step back and stood in the original position again.

Breaking through and encountering obstacles, once again fell into a hard fight, three or four people dealt with one person.

Although each of them is inferior to Fang Qingtian's martial arts, but they cooperate with each other tacitly, you come and me, cover and resist each other, as if a person has three heads and six arms, it is extremely powerful.

"The surname is Wang, but there are two things!"

Although Fang Qingtian was in a bitter battle, his face didn't change, and he laughed loudly: "If you entangle again, don't blame someone on our side for not being affectionate!"

"Oh?"

Wang Dadong copied his hands, and said without a smile, "Could it be that the head of Fang still has a killer move?"

Fang Qingtian swung his long sword swiftly, laughing loudly: "You can force Fang to use a killer move, Wang Dadong, you really have a lot of skill!"

Wang Dadong gave a sneer.

"It's important to understand!"

"Since I don't know what is good or bad, Fang is not polite!"

Seeing Fang Qingtian snorted coldly, the sword strength suddenly increased, and he was able to block several people in front of him.

At the same time, a cold light suddenly appeared on his other hand, but he heard a "pupu" sound, and several people in front of him had their throats cut.

Upon seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help his expression stunned.

The opposite Wang Dadong was no exception, his pupils shrank and gritted his teeth.

"Staggered sword?"