History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 169. Chapter 168 167. The three big sons gather (7 more seeking subscription!)

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Yan Zhaoge looked at the man’s movements, a little speechless: “What fancy new gameplay is this?”

The man kept moving, haha smiled and said, “You just came to see you. You are in retreat. I regret that you have missed my wine tea.”

Yanzhao Ge helped his forehead: “It’s no one to make tea with wine. I know you are good wine, but can you not be so unconventional?”

The man didn’t take it seriously: “You don’t understand this. When a person lives in the world, he always has to find some fun for himself.”

Yan Zhaoge covered his face: “So you use wine as soymilk and dip it with fried dough sticks, and make rice with wine and rice. Now there is a new way to play with wine and tea?”

“Can’t you drink safely like other alcoholics?”

Xie Youchan and Ahu couldn’t help but laugh when they listened.

The big man didn’t care at all, but smiled: “I have passed that stage.”

Yan Zhaoge couldn’t bear it: “Then you can try it, drink with your nose without your mouth.”

The big man laughed loudly: “For me as a warrior, it’s actually not difficult, it won’t kill me.”

“Senior Brother Xu, you are very stable in other things, why are you like a child in this matter?” Xie Youchan shook his head and laughed.

This big man is the core descendant of Guangcheng Mountain, the disciple of the iron lion king Shitie, “Tianpeng” Xu Fei, a warrior in the realm of heaven.

Generally speaking, he is also considered by the outside world to be the strongest master martial artist in Guangcheng Mountain.

Xu Fei smiled and said, “Also let you taste my craft.”

Yan Zhaoge was a little helpless: “I really have nothing to say about you.”

“Junior Brother Yan, you can’t drink enough, Huting is still about the same.” Xu Fei also despised Yan Zhaoge, but enthusiastically looked at Ahu on the side.

Ahu, who has always been very nervous and caress about it, now has a disheveled look: “Brother Fei, I won’t drink with you. You don’t allow people to use anger to force wine. Drinking with you will cause you to die.”

Xu Fei did not insist, but was rather regretful: “Hu Ting, you actually have a good foundation. You can practice it after you practice.”

Everyone talked and laughed, time flies quickly.

As the sun sets to the west, Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Ahu and Xie Youchan say goodbye.

When parting, Xie Youchan said softly: “This time the Tongtian League is different from usual, do you all know it in your heart?”

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xu Fei. Xu Fei’s smile remained unchanged, but his eyes were solemn and solemn: “When I met Uncle Second Master, I already knew the situation.”

The three of them looked at each other, smiled and nodded, and said nothing more.

In the next few days, Yan Zhaoge will either practice with peace of mind, or exchange martial arts experience with people familiar with Xu Fei, Ye Chongzhou, Xie Youchan, or feed the giant panda.

On Qingzhe Island, everything is as usual, and the calm remains the same.

And with the passage of time, the day of the Tongtian League has officially arrived.

The Tongtian League is not a competition.

Comparing with each other is contact, and exchange of experience is also contact.

It’s just that because of the current situation in the Eight Great Worlds, the situation is relatively tense, so this time the Tongtian League has a stronger smell of gunpowder.

Especially this time, the Tongtian League, because of some special factors, has a slightly different color.

It was the venue where the Tongtian League was held, above Qingzhe Island.

With Qingzhe Island as the center, and the surrounding small islands in the center of Qingzhe Lake, a special formation is vaguely formed, which is the core of the Qingzhe Lake guardian array.

After being excited, the luminous stream rises into the sky and merges with the clouds and mists in the sky to form a suspended land that looks like a virtual reality.

The stream of light, like a bridge, is for everyone to board the floating island in the sky. The island has its own array of restrictions, forming an illusory palace-like existence.

When Yan Zhaoge and others went to the floating island, they saw that in addition to the descendant of the Zhuolang Pavilion as the host, there were others who had arrived first, but they were from Bihai City.

Ye Chongzhou, Li Jingwan and the other two Bihaicheng disciples were all surrounded by a green-robed youth at the moment.

The young man has a gentle temperament, like Fang Zhun, quite a bit of literary spirit.

It’s just that he stood there, the aura above his head was condensed and real, straight through the sky, and the aura seemed to be roaring with endless waves, indicating that he was a warrior in the realm of heaven, just like Xu Fei.

The young man was thirty years old and his eyes were as deep as the sea. When he saw Yan Zhaoge and others, he nodded slightly.

Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei also nodded in return.

They all recognize the other party, Bihai City’s core progeny, the leader of the younger generation, Master Qi Hai, Song Chao.

At that time, the oldest of the Four Young Masters was also the person with the highest cultivation level.

The son of the first elder Yandi in Guangcheng Mountain, the son of Yan Zhaoge, the son of Guangcheng Mountain.

The son of Sovereign Huang Xu of the Great Sun Sect, the son of Puzhao Huang Jie.

The son of the first elder Lin Tianfeng, the son of thundering son Lin Zhou.

The son of Song Wuliang, the lord of Bihai City, Song Chao, the son of Seven Seas.

All four of them are outstanding among the young generations of the Eight Great Worlds, and all of them are of extraordinary origin. They were collectively called the Four Young Masters of the current world after the last Tongtian League.

However, most of the four did not have any friendship, and Yan Zhaoge was relatively familiar with Song Chao.

But Song Chao was much older, and the two had rarely met before.

Song Chao looked at Yan Zhaoge and nodded, “Junior Brother Yan, it’s been three years.”

“Brother Song’s cultivation base is more diligent.” Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, and Song Chao replied, “Work hard and move forward.”

Sikongqing also stepped forward to meet Song Chao again.

The Tongtian League is loose in form, and there is no sign of an official beginning.

Those who are interested in exchanges can communicate with each other.

The congenital masters such as Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Song Chao, Xie Youchan, Ruan Ping, and Ye Chongzhou did not end the competition, but just gathered together to chat.

However, for them, even if it is small talk, listening to the ears of other younger disciples, they feel that they have benefited a lot.

But among them, Yan Zhaoge seemed a little conspicuous, he was the youngest among all the innate masters, and he was not even a little bit younger.

Others are in their thirties or nearly thirty, and only Yan Zhaoge is in his early twenties.

Calculated by age group, Yan Zhaoge and Li Jingwan should be regarded as the same age.

However, this seemed a bit eye-catching, and none of the people present felt weird. They all seemed to be accustomed to it.

While chatting, Yan Zhaoge and others moved in their hearts and looked in another direction.

In that direction, a few young warriors dressed in white robe with gold rims came to the floating island, dressed in the clothes of the core lineage of the Da Ri Shengzong.

Whether it was Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Song Chao, Ye Chongzhou, they narrowed their eyes a little when they saw the people coming.

The first person was similar in age to Xu Fei and Song Chao, with a handsome face, magnificent objects, and brilliant eyes, which made people feel disheartened.

Next to him, there was a young man who looked a little older than Yan Zhaoge, with an ordinary face, quiet and silent.

Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly: “Tang Yonghao, Huang Jie.”