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The vast world of good fortune is covered by the sky alone.

There is an unwritten law in the heavens and worlds, the world of good fortune in the nine heavens, that is, you can't walk against the sky.

Unless, you can withstand Wanxian's beating...

Or, it has absolute strength!

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In the Eastern Pole Immortal Territory, there is a small city called "Kunhua City".

Along a narrow path outside the city, reeds are overgrown, and I saw an old man dressed in sheep fur, leading a thin yellow horse, carrying three heavy swords on his back, the sword has no sheath, but it is stained with blood.

On the yellow flowered thin horse, riding a young Taoist, with a red blood and red clothes, a small face with red lips and white teeth.

It seems that humans and animals are harmless, but they are treacherous and wild.

He was very bored with a poisonous hookweed in his mouth.

The two of them traveled three million miles from the Immortal Realm of Longevity to go to San Chi and Xiao Wen, the drunkards who were going to the world's number one "vine building".

The alcoholic three idiots came out of the world of longevity, and said in a low voice: "Now you are a dandy, and this old man is a horse slave."

He bared his loose white teeth, grinned, and held on to the horse rope without letting go.

When I first entered the good fortune fairyland, I met three Taoists who "walked the way for the sky", and insisted on excepting the two of them to walk the way for the sky.

Xiao Wendao originally thought that this alcoholic was three idiots, beheading people with his sword, but he ran away in a flash.

The three Taoist priests, when they looked at Xiao Wen, they screamed cruelly and fell into a pool of blood.

"Dog-faced Taoist...I'm afraid it's not the Nine-Win Sword Sect, who cultivates a thick black one." Xiao Wen asked, lying on the horse's back and falling asleep while shaking his body.

"hey-hey."

The alcoholic three idiots bared their teeth, shook their fluffy buns, and said proudly: "Killing people behind their backs is the most worry-free."

Along the way, the two wandered towards Kunhua City, and Xiao Wenwen also knew that this was the way the seven of them fled back then.

He doesn't care, he only cares about "dandies".

Not far away, I saw a wine shop with a piece of white and yellow wine chess hanging. The words on the chessboard are quite moral.

In this secluded wine shop, there are three scattered tables, the Taoists on the table ignore the bowl of rough wine, they all look at the "Seven Heroes Wine", three large characters on the wine flag.

"What's so strange about this word?" Xiao asked, and then spit out the poisonous weed on the ground.

But I saw an ordinary Taoist in a sky-blue Taoist robe, and said in a low voice: "There was once a Taoist who understood these three characters and realized the Taoism of the spirit sword."

"Oh...this is your fault."

Xiao Wenwen's eyes lost interest, so he said lightly: "Outcast... Serve wine."

This call sounded like thunder, and the sound was like a golden bell, but seeing the three or five people drinking in the wine shop, they couldn't stand his call, so they beat their chests and spent half their lives in cultivation before they could be considered stable. Heart.

Xiao Wenwen shouted, even if he ignored the alcoholic three idiots, he scooped up a bowl of rough wine, raised his neck and drank it.

"Well, it looks like what you drank, rough...really rough."

After he finished speaking, he sat on the wooden bench stretched out, squinting his eyes to watch the birds and beasts scatter.

From time to time, I saw 33 immortals hanging on Kunhua City, but I saw the leader looking down with anger hidden in his eyes.

The drunkard Sanmo pretended to be cowardly, with his cloudy eyes looking up to the sky, watching the sword fairy squatting behind the yellow-flowered horse's buttocks, staring at his cloudy eyes, as if taken aback.

The person in the lead landed in front of Xiao Wendao, and called out softly: "Fellow Dao... why did you hurt my Dao Sect disciples?"

"This wine is too rough."

The person in the lead narrowed his brows and eyes, and there was some weighing in his eyes, he...couldn't see the depth of Xiao Wenwen's.

But behind him, stood the "Huagai Sword Sect" 33 Sword Immortals.

"Hey... wine rough."

When the man got angry, he held the wine tank and shouted proudly: "Idiot... rough you...."

This person wanted to swear, but Xiao Wenwen lifted up the lapel of his clothes, and in a short while, he died, and there was no sound.

"Drunkard...you owe me a favor for the one person I kill for you." Xiao asked, and said softly: "For this favor, I need to take something in the Yellow Crane Tower." Varied."

The alcoholic three idiots sneered, and said in a low voice with a rascal face: "Don't count... don't count."

As soon as he finished his words, he stretched out a pair of rough hands, but saw the sword flow turning, and went straight to the remaining 32 sword immortals.

In an instant, on the Kunhua City, the blood curtain filled the air, and black crows moved.

The city wall of several tens of feet collapsed, but the door plaque of "Hua Gai Jianzong" on Kunhua City fell at the feet of the drunkard three idiots.

"Outcast... Outcast, I didn't set up a monument for you back then. Today, I will put this sword sect's door plaque on your tombstone, that's great."

The drunkard three idiots murmured to themselves, and put this black door plaque on a piece of loess in the wine shop.

Back then, the idle Taoist in the wine shop was buried in this half a foot of loess...

From time to time, the alcoholic three idiots recalled the past, with murderous yellow sand in their eyes.

"Senior...do you want to bully my sect?"

Above the sky, three people stood together.

But on the ruins of Kunhua, three people stood holding their swords. They were all dressed in scarlet yellow Taoist robes, and there was a slight anger between their brows, but they didn't tremble.

The alcoholic three idiots grinned, took out a scroll from his bosom, and said softly, "You can recognize this person."

The three of them were stunned for a moment, but they saw the Taoist in the middle, and said in a low voice, "Old Ancestor Hua Gai."

Immediately, seeing the alcoholic three idiots, he took out a picture scroll from his bosom and held it in front of the three of them, so that the three of them could look at it carefully.

"I don't know."

The three of them didn't know each other, but they didn't know what he meant, and they hesitated even more.

"You Huagai Sword Sect, how many disciples do you have?" The alcoholic San Chi took a sip of rough wine, turned his mouth and asked in a low voice.

"More than three thousand and one hundred disciples."

The three of Huagai, who didn't want to make a move, just started to procrastinate, and they even replied when they asked.

That Huagai patriarch is far away from the "Triple Sword Sect", even if he wants to go back, it will take an hour.After all, in this realm of fortune, it is a taboo to follow the heavens.

After a while, he saw a supreme celestial being standing on Kunhua City, but his realm was almost the same as Xiao Wendao's.

"Master."

The three of them shouted, but when they saw the three of them, they bowed and shouted, their hearts moved.

The drunkard three idiots bared their teeth, and said in a low voice, "What was the name of the Sanxian in this wine shop twenty-seven thousand years ago."

"What name?

If it was someone else, the Huagai patriarch might not be able to remember it, but if it was the "Sanxian" wine shop of 7000 years ago, he could remember it very clearly.

"Abandon the dust."

Patriarch Hua Gai thought about this person, and he also had some thoughts in his heart, if there is no other.His Jianzong foundation is probably impossible.

After one breath, San Chi, a drunkard, looked at the pile of loess, and said softly, "Outcast, serve the wine."

Ancestor Hua Gai's eyes were startled, and they were also filled with blood.