Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 580

"What's the explanation?" Ouye Changfeng didn't understand what was the mystery behind it.

Chen Chuantuo laughed and said: "Let Zhong Lingxi get the Nanfeng Sword as a dowry, and then spread the words 'the one who can pull out this sword is a destined person', in case Yi Xifeng really comes to intercept the marriage in the future, it will be too late." It’s good to have a tenable position.”

The white-haired old man instantly understood the feasibility of this method. He knew that people in the Jianghu place the most emphasis on righteousness. As long as Wu Hao is not allowed to draw his sword, he will never be Zhong Lingxi's true son, and the reason why he chose Nanfeng Sword as this plan The main point is that as an ancient divine weapon, the Nanfeng Sword is convincing enough in itself, not to mention that there is an ancient sword spirit with good combat power in it.

After discussion, the plan was finalized, and the only problem now was how to get Zhong Lingxi to get the Nanfeng Sword?
You know, there are beasts in the beast god realm on the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb Secret Realm, and who knows what terrifying existences will appear on the fifth floor.

When the two were still in deep thought, Ouye Changfeng took the lead and said:

"How about this, I'll go to the fifth floor first to see what's going on, and then decide whether to make Nanfengjian recognize Zhong Lingxi as the master."

"Brother, why don't I go, after all, I am Zhong Lingxi's master, and I should go to investigate the fifth floor."

Although Ou Yezi wanted to take over the burden, Chen Chuantuo resolutely rejected it.

"I said Junior Brother, listen to Senior Brother's persuasion, you'd better not go."

At this time, Qi Chengcheng suddenly slapped his thigh and cursed:
"Damn it, which bastard gave me the jug!"

The celebration banquet came quickly and went quickly, just like that, it came to an end in less than a quarter of an hour, and then everyone dispersed, leaving only Yi Xifeng, Li Xintian, Qi Chengcheng, Zhang Yanyan, Wu Li five people.

Yi Xifeng turned his head and smiled slightly, holding her hand instead, without words, everything was in silence.

As for Wu Li, her face was flushed, she was obviously a little drunk, but she still relied on her internal strength to force herself to stay sober.

Hearing this, the stooped old man almost slapped the table again, but Ouye Changfeng immediately stopped him and said:

"No, no, with your madness, if you disagree with someone else's sword spirit, where else can we get such an ancient magic weapon?"

In addition to these things, there were many people toasting Yi Xifeng at the banquet. After all, if he hadn't repelled Qian Yuan at the critical moment and forced the Demon Cult army to retreat, otherwise, the people of Loulan City would have suffered.

After finishing speaking, he drank the strong wine in the cup in one gulp, very heroic, but just as soon as it entered his throat...

"Brother Zhang, what about you? Do you want to stay in Loulan City or..."

During this period, there were also quite a few drunks who wanted to show off in front of everyone, especially Li Xintian who was next to Yi Xifeng, who was the most eye-catching.

Apart from those who respected this young talent, there were also some people who wanted to cling to the Holy War Hall to toast. As for Qi Chengcheng, they were mostly business partners.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qi Chengcheng rushed forward quickly, and then firmly caught the flagon under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"No... hiccup... meaning, just now... hiccup... took the wrong... thing..."

Just as everyone was looking sideways at him, a strong man stumbled in, holding an empty flagon in his hand.

After drinking, Wu Li was very unrestrained, she laughed and said loudly: "Brother Zhang is also afraid of cultivation, I thought you were made of iron?!"

Then there are Zhang Shiyan and Qi Chengcheng, especially Zhang Shiyan, as the fighters sent by the Holy War Hall, he naturally occupies a high position in the field.

Ou Yezi was a little dissatisfied, and asked instead: "Why? The difference between my realm and Senior Brother Changfeng is not that big, isn't it the same if he goes or I go?"

The originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly forcibly interrupted by this howl.

Then, this person tripped over something under his feet, fell to the ground with a bang, and threw the flagon in his hand into the air.

Yi Xifeng replied while drinking: "Naturally return to the Martial Dao Palace."

"In Yinren Village, you are the one with the best luck."

But Wu Li is a stubborn person, she chose wine in the end.

...Loulan City...

It's just that the fair-skinned girl didn't even glance at it, she just cared about eating the delicacies on the table. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was to read books. She was not interested in even the ancient scrolls, let alone those written by literati and poets. Of course, most of them were stopped by the fair and clean young man beside her.

"Hold on, stop on, this matter is settled like this, junior brother, you watch the sect carefully, I will go to the fifth floor."

"Thank you, Daoist Yi, for your rescue. I will thank City Lord Xiao first."

Yi Xifeng didn't care too much, he also raised his glass and drank it down, saying:
"If Miss Wu is not good at drinking, you can use tea instead."

Wu Li underestimated the strength of this glass of wine, and since it was her first time drinking, it was inevitable that she would feel a little uncomfortable.

Although this celebration banquet is not considered grand in scale, it is justified. After all, we have just experienced war, and everyone’s life is not rich, and many things can’t be bought even if they have money. The beef and mutton on the table are all in unison. It was purchased in some small towns in the Demon Kingdom.

Seeing that the two were not hiding anything, Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing, and said to the white and clean youth:

"Cough cough."

Zhang Shiyan stepped forward, patted the fair young man on the shoulder and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

After talking about these few things, the white-haired old man withdrew the formation covering Qingyun Palace, and Chen Chuantuo also left here.

Finally, the girl Wu Li, who had taken off her battle armor, poured a glass of wine in person, and said to the white and clean youth in public:

At this time, Qi Chengcheng was pinching his fingers, not knowing what he was doing.

Speaking of this, Li Xintian suddenly held his hand and said, "I will go wherever you go."

On the other hand, Zhang Shiyan showed a hopeless expression, and said, "I have no choice. Of course, I should go back to the Holy War Hall. After all, the training task assigned to me by the master in the sect has not been completed yet."

Looking at the direction where the other party left, Ou Ye Changfeng murmured to himself:
"The luck of the heaven and the earth, does it lean toward Taoism or Confucianism..."

With a bang, the drunk man hit the floor.

Qi Chengcheng took a long breath and said, "Phew, luckily I caught it. If it breaks, I will lose a lot of money."

Yi Xifeng took a deep look at him, and then slowly raised a thumbs up.

"Niu, the young man has a rich future, a very rich future!"

In the end, the five of them chatted for a few words and then left. After tonight, they don't know when they will see each other again...