Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 310

[Chapter 310 You are not qualified to fight with me]

“So fast!”

Chu Huoluo went out in amazement. They have a higher evaluation of Wang Langjun’s strength.

If it is a city rich in ingredients, such a banquet is of course nothing. But this is a wilderness, which also means how much Wang Langjun carries.

He has been hunting in the wilderness all the year round, and he can still live comfortably. How can he be convincing without two brushes?

“Second Young Master Shen, please take your seat!”

Wang Qizhi saw them coming and greeted them loudly.

Sure enough, the seat on his left was empty, reserved for them.

Shen Zhenyi was not polite, and walked around, bringing the three of Ziningjun and Qianfa, and Shi Shiran took a seat at the chief.

Nu Qianfa was a little trembling, and he could feel the unkind gazes from the rest of the seats.

——The power of Zhanjuemen is not small, especially Wang Qizhi has been able to hunt powerful beasts repeatedly.

At this banquet, there are as many as seven or eight strong men who can feel that they have steadily broken through the second level of the god-human realm. Except for Shen Zhenyi, He De He Neng can sit in the chief’s seat. Location?

“Don’t worry, Master is here.”

Chu Huoluo looked at him dumbfounded, and kicked him to remind him.

This kid doesn’t know what kind of shit luck has passed. Although he is very stupid, he has followed the master closely. This trip to the wilderness will definitely be beneficial.

——This has become a routine. With Shen Zhenyi around, Chu Huoluo would dare to go even if it was a sea of swords and flames.

“Three young masters, there is red burning snake wine here, brewed with the gall of a mysterious snake. Although it is slightly astringent in the mouth, it is very strong. It is the wine of the man’s house. I only brought a few jars with me this time. It is used to entertain the young master, and I hope to have a full drink!”

On the main seat, Wang Qizhi had just raised the golden jue and was the first to toast Shen Zhenyi.

He entertained Shen Zhenyi as the chief executive, and was so attentive, the rest of the people in the seats couldn’t help but look ugly and a little unhappy.

They didn’t dare to have any dissatisfaction with Wang Qizhi, and their hatred was concentrated on Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi didn’t care, picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, nodded and said, “It really is a good wine, this glass of wine is worth months of hard work, and it cost Wang Langjun a waste.”

Red burning snake wine has the effect of enhancing infuriating energy. A glass of wine can be worth the effort of ordinary people who practice Mochizuki for several months, which is extremely precious. Wang Qizhi took it out to entertain, and it really was rich and powerful.

Chu Huoluo heard that drinking this wine can improve her skills, but she would not let it go. She immediately raised the glass and drank it dry. She felt a hot line of fire extending from her throat to her stomach, and her whole body seemed to be on fire. She couldn’t help but violently cough up.

Princess Long looked amused, and quickly came up to pat her on the back, and said with a smile, “Why do you drink in such a hurry, and no one robs you, don’t lose Master’s face.”

Chu Huoluo coughed with tears in her eyes. Hearing this, she quickly straightened her waist and suppressed her cough, her face flushed red.

Zining-Jun and Long County Master and Anger Qianfa also slowly drank the wine and guided their qi to return. Sure enough, they felt that their true energy had swelled a lot, and their faces showed joy.

Wang Langjun saw that they all drank, and then smiled: “The sword is given to the hero, let alone just a glass of wine. It is an honor for this wine to enter the belly of the third son of Shen.”

He held Shen Zhenyi so hard, and sure enough, someone below finally couldn’t hold back, and whispered: “I don’t know where this Shen Zhenyi came from, how can he be considered a hero? I see that his spirit is dimmed, Not necessarily a great person.”

The speaker was a man with long beards, with a leopard head and eyes, very rough. He drank the wine in front of him in one gulp, and stared fiercely at Shen Zhenyi’s chief position.

“Bold!”

On the right side of Wang Qizhi was a white-faced literati with a feather fan sitting. His face was gloomy and cold, like a creeping poisonous snake. Hearing the big man speak, he stopped in a shrill voice.

“Shen San Gongzi is Lang Jun’s honored guest, and naturally he has an extraordinary art career. Peng Jiu, if you have the courage, go and try San Gongzi’s sword, and don’t say some weird things below!”

Just now that Peng Jiu was just muttering, but being mentioned by this shrewd scholar, it seemed like he was provoking Shen Zhenyi.

Sure enough, Peng Jiu couldn’t sit still, stood up, and said harshly: “We people in the wilderness have nothing to sing and dance to cheer, why not let me accompany Young Master Shen to play two hands to help the wine?”

This is the set game.

I was so angry that I wanted to cry without tears. I knew that the chief couldn’t sit down. Look, this is a disaster, right?

He whispered to Shen Zhenyi: “This person is surnamed Peng and is ranked ninth. I heard that he used Qimen’s swords, and his sticks are fierce and fierce. He once killed a god-level rhinoceros beast with a living stick. He is famous for this. I don’t want to. He was also recruited by the Sect of Beheading.”

“The white-faced literati is the military advisor of the slain sect, his name is Sima You, and he is also the right-hand man of Wang Langjun. I heard that he is the most cunning and vicious, and has all kinds of scheming. This is an invitation to fight at a banquet. They must have made an appointment. .”

This kind of thing is nothing more than a temptation, but this Peng Jiu is so fierce, why should he compete with him?

The meaning of anger Qianfa is to persuade Shen Zhenyi not to fight, anyway, this is also in front of Zhan Juemen, as a guest, it is not a shame.

“Third Young Master, it’s better not to cause more trouble, and it’s better not to do anything with him.”

He turned his head, trying to think of a decent way to refuse Shen Zhenyi.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head, “I’ve heard the name of Mr. Peng Jiu, but I don’t want to fight with you.”

Thank goodness! Nu Qianfa breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least the third son still knew the importance.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhenyi’s next sentence made his chin almost drop.

“However, you are not qualified to fight against me. If you must teach me, let my apprentice take you two tricks…”

puff!

Angrily spit out a sip of wine.

Chu Huoluo smiled brilliantly, Master, you are still such a sharp and vicious tongue!

Peng Jiu’s face turned blue with anger, and his entire chest bulged, just like a big frog.

“Too deceiving!”

Peng Jiu also had friends, and he was also very dissatisfied at this time, and shouted: “Even if the third son of Shen has a unique skill, he can’t look down on Brother Peng Jiu! His disciples are only the first in the realm of the gods, how could they possibly compete with Peng Jiu! ”

“That’s right, this is too much! It’s a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk!”

For a while, the banquet was noisy.

Wang Qizhi remained calm, his eyes turned to Shen Zhenyi, and he asked lightly, “The third son is indeed a master of art and daring. Since you dare to say such a thing, you must deal with Peng Jiu, there should be no problem, why don’t you give it to the next thin face, How about the next try?”

His tone was still polite, but he was forced to end the fight.