Go Alone

In a small town, a teenager walked to a restaurant.

The restaurant is small, but the guests are full, the wine is scented, and many people are talking about it!

Next to the restaurant, a young man appeared and ordered the most expensive wine in this restaurant. The wine was brewed with herbs above seven stars. The name of the wine was Wuyou.

A very common name, for ordinary people, it is really worry-free. Because ordinary people must be drunk if they can drink three bowls, so they can really worry-free.

But for other people, the more they drink, the more energetic they become. For example, a teenager, who has already drunk three altars at this time, is still sober, and is still drinking slowly.

Dian Xiaoer glanced at Ye Yu from time to time, wondering whether this person is good at drinking or is strong.

Worry-free, this kind of wine is brewed with special spirit grass, and the powerful can easily refine its wine power, and then nourish cultivation. Of course, there are also some who drink well and are naturally resistant to alcohol.

Dian Xiaoer looked at the young man and thought that this young man should have good drinking power. After all, the strongest in their city is the city lord. The powerhouse of the supernatural power realm can only refine three jars of worry-free wine. This young man should not be as good as the city lord. Yes.

"Xiao Er, bring me the best wine you have here!" A domineering voice rang, which made Xiao Er regain his thoughts and ran over quickly.

Looking at the visitors, the smile on Xiaoer's face was even more flattering. This small town was not big, and he recognized the young city lord among the young people at a glance.

The one who just called him was the young city master of this city, the strength of the peak of the heaven and human realm, the strongest young generation in the city. It’s just that Dian Xiaoer is strange that he is not the center of this group of people, and Young City Lord actually pleases a young man around him with a bit of flattery.

"Holy...sir, there is a kind of worry-free wine here, which can be regarded as a special product. Although it is not as good as the wine that adults drink, it does not have a special flavor. Adults can try it!"

"Okay!" The youth who was clustered in the center nodded and said with a smile: "Well, this time my generation Zhenyan Gujiao chooses disciples. With your talents, I hope to enter it!"

"Thank you, sir!" Young City Lord is overjoyed. Although he is the Young City Lord of this city, what is his identity compared to the core disciple of Zhenyan Ancient Sect?

The young man nodded, he sat down and glanced at the Young City Lord beside him, but couldn't help sighing in his heart. Zhenyan Gujiao suffered a huge loss because of Xueyan and Ye Yu, and the saints and top disciples in the teaching were almost dead. In addition, when they besieged Ye Yu and Xueyan, a large number of them were killed by Xueyan and the sword formation, which made Zhenyan Ancient Sect feel like a fault.

They are now working hard to replenish their blood. Not only do they need to replenish their disciples, but also powerful people. This young city lord had never looked down upon them before, but now it is different.

The young man thought of that battle. He was thankful that he happened to experience the outside world, and he had never been in Zhenyan Gujiao, otherwise he would die.

In Zhenyan Ancient Sect, there are hundreds of saints in Baimai, but now there are more than ten of the remaining saints in Baimai, and the others have been killed by Ye Yu.

Until now, nearly half of Baimai could not find anyone to inherit the position of Saint Son.

It is precisely because of this that he has faintly become a powerful candidate for the next generation of Zhenyan Guru. From this point of view, perhaps he has to thank Xueyan and Ye Yu.

Young City Lord didn't know what the young man thought, he only knew that he had to hug the young man's thighs tightly. His father was just the lord of a small remote city, and in front of a behemoth like Zhenyan Gujiao, he could be replaced by someone with just a few fingers. But if he had the identity of the core disciple of Zhenyan Gujiao, it would be different, and no one would dare to provoke his family easily.

Thinking of this, Young City Lord became more and more excited, frequently toasting to the youth.

"My lord, I heard that Lord Mo Wushang and Ye Yu of the noble religion made an appointment with Ye Yu, do you know when and where?" This is another talented person in the city. Although he is not as good as the young city lord, he is also the eldest son of a big family in the city. .

"It should be soon! As for where, I don't know for the time being." said the young man.

"I really look forward to this battle coming soon, to see how Lord Mo Wushang kills him." Young City Lord said flatly, "I heard that Mo Wushang is respected by the younger generation of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and I don't know how strong he is!"

A smile appeared on the young man’s face: “It’s certain to kill Ye Yu. Master Mo Wushang has already reached Tao-type Consummation. If he is willing, he can easily achieve the Dharma Body State. But he has big plans, so he has been suppressing his own realm. ! The younger generation, no one can be his opponent!"

"That's that! He's bold enough to be an enemy of Zhenyan Gujiao. This is looking for death!" a group of people said flatly.

"Yeah! Don't say it's Lord Mo Wushang, even if you do it yourself, you can kill him!"

"Hahaha! He is also relying on the secret technique and the four swords, otherwise Zhenyan Gujiao can easily kill him, and there will be his arrogance!"

"..."

A group of people patted the horses, and the youth had a smile on their faces. Although he knew that he was not Ye Yu's opponent, he would run away as far as he encountered Ye Yu, but that didn't mean he didn't like to listen to good things.

"You guys, don't praise me. This wine is really good!" The young man laughed.

At this time, the young city lord said quickly: "If the adults like it, wait for me to give them some."

"Good! Good! Good!" The young man smiled on his face.

"I have heard that Ye Yu hasn't heard from him for a long time, and I don't know where he is going. I don't know if it is to avoid fighting, I am afraid of Lord Mo Wushang!"

The youth nodded at this time and said: "There is indeed no news from him, but Mo Wushang will deal with these matters himself. If he does not fight, Lord Mo Wushang will force him to fight!"

"If he is afraid of death? How can I force it?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't know about these things. Forget it, let's not talk about this. I just ask about these things, and they are all handled by Mo Wushang." Said this, the young man said, "The Zhenyan Gujiao gave him an order, Want Ye Yu to die!"

The faces of Young City Lord and others were full of smiles: "That's natural."

"Come on, my lord, I toast you a glass. Although this wine is good, it is too powerful. Hehe, even my father can't drink three jars. I don't know how much of your drink is!"

"It's okay, there is no pressure to drink three altars!" The young man said with air.

"Adults are really huge! It seems that no one in me can compare with adults." Said Young City Lord.

At this moment, a voice suddenly reached their ears: "Little Er, three jars of good wine."

This sentence made many people look over and saw a young man sitting by the window with three empty altars in front of him, apparently drinking three altars of wine.

Seeing them look over, the young man sitting by the window raised the wine bowl in his hand, and then smiled.

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