The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"Hahaha, drink this cup!"

"Senior, do you want to raise fish?"

"Why do you raise fish? What kind of fish do you raise? If your predecessors are not seniors, in hundreds of thousands of years, your skills will be much better than mine! Call me brother! Call me brother!"

"Brother!"

"Why!"

In the private room of the restaurant, the old and the young undressed, hooked their shoulders, hugged and hugged each other after drinking... Cough, it's just that their behaviors are a little closer, and there is no sign of transgressing the etiquette for the time being.

People who are not drunk are drunk by themselves, and at Bai Ze Yang Jian's level, if they don't want to get drunk, even the most powerful fairy queen, they can't drink a thousand cups.

But if they all want to get drunk and don't need to suppress it with their skills, then they are fighting to their respective drinking capacity.

Obviously, Bai Ze's drinking capacity was far inferior to Yang Jian's, and soon his eyes began to blur...

There were not many jokes and conversations between the two. When Bai Ze was drunk, he sometimes cried, sometimes laughed and cursed, sometimes went mad, and sometimes staggered.

Sometimes he sang loudly, and Yang Jian slapped the table to echo; sometimes he recited poems in opposition, showing the free and easy demeanor of the white clothes and scarves that pointed out the general trend of the world.

"Senior, why didn't you go back to the Yaozu to enjoy the blessings?" Yang Jian asked casually.

"The demon court has been destroyed, and both Your Majesties have died in battle. If I go back, who will recognize me?" Bai Ze smiled dejectedly, "I was lucky enough not to be turned into the ashes of that catastrophe. But looking back, it's all gone, there are so many bones, who will succeed?"

Bai Ze leaned on the soft bed by the window, and his words were filled with eternal sadness, which touched Yang Jian's heart a little.

Who succeeded in the Lich War?

In the first robbery of the dragon and the phoenix, who has achieved it?

At this time, what was circulated in the prehistoric period might just be a rewritten story.

From ancient times, what is that giant hand that exists between heaven and earth fiddled with?

Yang Jian had many thoughts and remained silent for a while, but he really didn't know what to say.

"Boy," Bai Ze put his arms around Yang Jian's neck. His sloppy Taoist robe was stained with wine, but at this moment he was in a high-flying posture. His demeanor and appearance were just like those of an ancient monster warrior.

"Don't think that you have great luck, just feel that you can go out and challenge those powerful and masters casually. Do you know which of the great powers who survived now did not have the protection of great luck back then?"

"Of course I know that," Yang Jian curled his lips indifferently, without explaining anything.

"Young and frivolous, I think you are young and frivolous!" Bai Ze pointed his finger at Yang Jian's shoulder, his old face flushed, and he burped with endless aftertaste, "You, you'd better be honest and do what you should do, why bother with wind and rain!"

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Listen to the meaning of the senior, but you know what I'm doing?"

"If I want to know about the world's affairs, I can know everything!" Bai Ze waved his hand, quite domineering.

Yang Jian glanced at the isolation formations around him that hadn't dissipated, and asked, "Then senior said, why am I here?"

"Hey, you wait."

Bai Ze got drunk, stood up unsteadily, walked across to Yang Jian, and sat down cross-legged.

He pinched out different sigils with both hands in succession, forming an inexplicable formation one after another. Yang Jian could only feel a wave of obscure fluctuations rushing back and forth in this small private room.

"To forge a divine weapon, you need the blood of the phoenix, the iron that contains the gods, the crystal of the multicolored gold, and the soul of the evil dragon..."

As Bai Ze murmured, Yang Jian suddenly sobered up, and his complexion changed instantly.

But before Yang Jian could express his astonishment, the old man Bai Ze suddenly raised his head, and a mouthful of blood spurted out for half a foot, which was really spectacular!

The Xiaotian dog outside also opened its mouth wide, obviously it has never seen such a scene of 'blood spurting'.

"Senior! What's wrong with you, senior!" Yang Jian hurriedly got up to help the old man, but was stopped by a skinny veteran.

The old man Bai Ze supported his forehead and climbed up, his face was full of confusion, his eyes were a little dazed, then he looked at Yang Jian, and patted his forehead a little depressed, "Oh, I've managed to accumulate some luck again, and now it's all lost!"

"Senior, did you suffer from backlash?"

"It's okay, it's okay, what I felt before is not a big secret," Bai Ze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his complexion turned paler, and he sat there sighing, "It's fine if I ask you about these things, why do you have to... hey!"

Also sober.

Yang Jian originally wanted to ask Bai Ze what he should pay attention to during this trip, seeing this situation, he really couldn't bear to let this old man spurt blood like a pillar again.

But he didn't ask, but Bai Ze took the initiative to speak and said, "Where you are going on this trip, you must be patient. Those two divine birds were treated as baby bumps by several masters of the Feng clan. Let alone bleeding their blood, or pulling out hairs, those old guys will fight for you."

"Senior, did you say that this trip is quite dangerous?"

"Exactly. Otherwise, why would I drag you to drink? It's not dangerous, I'll just go and catch you."

When Bai Ze said this, there was a little fear in his eyes.

He said, "Have you heard of this name?"

While speaking, Bai Ze dipped his fingers in the wine and wrote two words on the table... two words, which gave Yang Jian a headache.

Kong Xuan.

Well, what I was most worried about finally happened.

"This Kong Xuan is no small feat. His mother is Shifeng, and she is the first peacock in the world, with scary heels." Bai Ze brought these tactful words to him, praising Kong Xuan's supernatural power, fearing that Yang Jian would not take it seriously.

Yang Jian didn't dare to take it lightly, when he knew that Kong Xuan was sitting here, he already had the idea of ​​retreating from the bottom of his heart.

Kong Xuan, known as the number one person under a saint, is a ruthless man who can kill a saint!

The five-color divine light is invincible in all directions, can wipe out all things, and can break through all spells. His own strength is even more astonishing. He has inherited Chufeng's extremely strong destructive power. If he really wants to fight for his life, the saint will have to think more carefully before making a move!

Such a ruthless person, really only an 'old antique' like Master, who has practiced hard for countless years, can suppress it.

Yang Jian actually yearned for Kong Xuan. After all, Kong Xuan dared to fight with saints. He was arrogant and unruly. Although he had cannibalism, but from the perspective of the human race, he was definitely a master of the world who made monks respect and awe.

How to deal with it?

In the battle of Conferred Gods that Yang Jian knew in his mind, he should have rarely lost a battle, but he couldn't pass Kong Xuan's level; in the end, it was the saint who made a move to surrender Kong Xuan, which also made the Zhunti saint feel ashamed.

"What? Scared?"

Seeing Yang Jian's hesitant face, Bai Ze smiled contentedly.

Yang Jian frowned and said, "This senior can't be unreasonable. If I trade my treasures for blood, maybe I'll have a chance."

"Go, just go, I think your master will be proud of you if you come back alive."

Bai Ze's eyes were full of encouragement and provocation, he stepped on the table with one foot, and held a toothpick in his mouth.

The demeanor that was inadvertently revealed before was perfectly covered up by the demeanor of this old street hooligan.

Yang Jian murmured a few times and said, "Is it true that there is no chance for this trip?"

"Opportunity? Of course there is. The Dao of Heaven still has a chance, not to mention this matter." Bai Ze sandwiched his mouth between delicious food and said calmly, "I will find a way to lure Kong Xuan away for you later. What about you, take this opportunity to find those two little phoenixes, let them bleed some blood, and then run away quickly. Once this matter is over, it will be regarded as repaying the karma that plotted against you before."

Yang Jian hurriedly said: "Is senior taking too much risk? This is my own business, so I don't need to bother senior."

"Why, do you think I can't fight in front of Kong Xuan?" Bai Ze pretended to be angry, Yang Jian could only shake his head in embarrassment, and then sat there thinking carefully.

Is there any way, better than tuning the tiger away from the mountain?

If Yang Jian didn't know that Daoist Yuding had a great injury on his body, he might have encountered Kong Xuan, and he would directly call on his master to come and negotiate for help.

But Yang Jian didn't want Master to fight against a ruthless person like Kong Xuan, and he didn't even want Master to get involved in Fengshen. What he always wanted was to mess up Fengshen, mess up everything, and deal with all the enemies standing in front of him.

Kong Xuan.

Just for this name, there is infinite pressure pressing down like a mountain.

"Senior Kong Xuan, really can't make sense?"

"Haha, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense. Kong Xuan was eating people in the wilderness in his early years, and he was expelled by several powerful human races, but he didn't dare to confront him." Bai Ze shook his head, "In ancient times, Kong Xuan had a reputation for being vicious, but now he may have reached the pinnacle of masters. Apart from what I said, there is no good way."

"What the senior said is not a good strategy," Yang Jian shook his head, "Even if you take the blood of the phoenix, how can you get out?"

"Aren't you lucky?" Bai Ze asked back, and Yang Jian was speechless.

Here, it's all about luck in the end!

Yang Jian got up and paced slowly in the private room.

Already in Tianfang abroad, this trip definitely cannot return empty-handed.

But Yang Jian never regarded his opponent as a fool. It would be fine if Kong Xuan only had a super powerful magic weapon. Such a power that astonishes the world must be a person with delicate thoughts and quick thinking.

Suddenly, he thought, if he has cultivated the Bajiu Xuangong to the peak, can he have the demeanor of Kong Xuan?

It's just a name, which makes the true king of heaven frown, and Bai Ze, who is too powerful, has no confidence that he can 'hold on' for too long.

"Is there an expert here who can call it?" Yang Jian asked softly.

Bai Ze sneered: "You really think I'm the way I was in my prime, asking about everything, and I know everything? Go, go find out by yourself, and ask them to add dozens of dishes. I lost a lot today, so I need to eat more good things to make up for it!"

As he said that, he began to concentrate on dealing with these fairy dishes on the dinner table.

Yang Jian shook his head with a smile, got up and walked out of the private room, Xiao Tiangou yelled twice, and happily followed his master's lap.

Yang Jian walked to the railing of the corridor, holding on to the railing with both hands.

Kong Xuan...

Kong Xuan...