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"Twenty-five palm-prints, the general power is different. I have the ability to shake the heavens and shake the earth. I dare to praise the Divine State's number one person." A great man goes about the world like a tiger, following his will and dying against his will. I sing and I laugh, I hate my anger. "Tomorrow is the end of the world, and the dynasty of the dead has come to an end. Year, month, and day, the golden pheasant is known as the Long White Gold Chicken."

A few lines of words, along with twenty-five distinct handprints, caught her eye. Wu Yuxue could not help but be secretly surprised and was momentarily stupefied.

On the stone table, the golden chicken had been drunk to the point that it had crossed the river. The bottom half of his body was facing the corner of the table while his other hand was still pressing down on the scabbard of his sword.

The wind was blowing and his robe was fluttering. He threw out broken wine jars. He counted and counted, and there were actually seventeen of them. This man's alcohol capacity was truly amazing. He was truly worthy of the name 'Vast Ocean'.

High above in the sky, it was as cold as the winter wind. The wind was lingering around the ancient castle. Wherever it passed by, it stirred up a cloud of dust. The ancient saying was "Bring the wine to the wind, and those who are happy will be happy!" He had expected that Jiang Long would be so drunk.

Wu Yuxue subconsciously gritted her teeth.

After a few days of hard thinking and worrying, he had searched even the farthest reaches of the Rong Country's residence. Finally, he didn't waste his efforts and finally found the person he was looking for. Unexpectedly, he was so drunk.

No more opportunities, and when?

With a single thought, Wu Yuxue unsheathed the sword she carried with her, twisted it under her feet, and approached Jiang Long.

The sword shot out like a rainbow and practically landed on the other party's body. Suddenly, it stopped, and the sword slightly trembled as it flickered with streaks of silver light. This also showed that the other party was not in a tranquil mood.

With Guan Xueyi's inner force, he would be able to leave a transparent hole in his opponent's body, which would help him get rid of this terrifying threat.

However, this was an extremely dishonorable matter. To use a sword behind one's back, to guilt and shame the gods, especially in the way of chivalry.

With a sigh, the sword returned to the sheath.

"I have. Wake up, my good friend is here to see you."

As he spoke, he slapped Jiang Long's shoulder with one hand, and after a moment, he felt a force bounce out from his skin.

Old monk Yun was indeed right, he had obviously cultivated the power of "Qi Cha", ordinary people would not be able to hurt him even if they wielded swords and sabers. Naturally, with Wu Yuxue's power, if she attacked secretly, the situation would be completely different.

Wu Yuxue struck out with her palm and her body immediately floated a few feet away.

Suddenly, the sleeping dragon turned its body and suddenly swung its palm in the direction of the incoming attack, as if it was dreaming.

This palm was quite powerful.

He heard a gust of wind and heard a whistling sound in the air.

If this palm were to be struck by it, the damage it received would not be light.

Wu Yuxue had obviously seen it before, and had avoided its attack from the very beginning. It was a palm strike from the Elder Dragon of Golden Chicken who had subconsciously hacked the mountain. It had no effect, merely showing his outstanding skills.

Dragon Crossing must have been so drunk that after he struck out with his palm, he turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.

For Wu Yuxue, it was impossible to understand. How could a man with such great wisdom and skills be stupid enough to make her drunk? Even if it was just a fluke, it was still hard to understand. For an outstanding martial arts master, this kind of mistake was simply unforgivable.

There was only one reason that seemed likely to prompt him to do so.

It was that this man had great pain in his heart, and it must be so intense that he could not bear it, that he was naturally a man of few talents. People with great ambitions and desires would often have a bit of regret. This feeling of regret was the source of the pain.

Wu Yuxue was not in a hurry to fight the man in front of her.

This was a rare opportunity. It was absolutely necessary to gain a deeper understanding of a so-called strong enemy.

Knowing one's limits meant that one would be victorious in every battle.

This kind of objective mood, the best opportunity to observe the enemy's truths and privacy was not something that was rare, but Wu Yuxue needed to analyze it carefully.

He stopped and walked to the side of the bluestone table. He gazed at the twenty-five palm marks on the table and observed his finger writing. It was clearly an incoherent chant, but it completely exposed his intense ambition.

The twenty-five palm prints that had accumulated true strength into a fossil were actually different when they looked at each other. It was as he had said ? The difference in power between the two is very great. "

Wu Yuxue could not help but let out a dejected sigh after she carefully observed the surroundings.

Even though he was still unwilling, he had no choice but to accept the fact that even if he did have the ability, he could not reach the level where his opponent's power could not even match up to the pure "golden palm print" of Swallow School, which could even leave a palm print on an ancient table made of fine steel and azure stone.

Wu Yuxue could not help but feel a chill in her heart and feel a sense of sorrow.

However, this would not dispel his enmity. This was because the depth of a person's cultivation was not the only thing that determined one's strength. When he made his move, he would use mystical moves and sophisticated sword techniques. Every move formed an undeniable factor in defeating the enemy.

Wu Yuxue was confident in her mastery of sword arts. She had not been able to do her best in the last fight against Jinchu and Taijiu. She would find an opportunity to battle him again and fight him to the death.

However, under the circumstances today, it was clearly inappropriate.

When he thought here, he let out a sigh of regret and looked at the sleeping Jiang Long as he said, "A man doesn't do anything, but I let you go today. I've said my last name was, do you know?"

As soon as his words fell, the sleeping Jiang Long suddenly sat up straight, angrily opening his eyes, vaguely shouting out a shout, both palms at the same time, "Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss ~ ~ ~" Four palm strikes consecutively came out.

Three were facing the sky, while the other one was hitting the ground at the same time. In the midst of the rumbling sounds, half of the granite wall fell with the force of the impact, and stone chips flew in all directions like popping beans. The power was absolutely astonishing.

Wu Yuxue was prepared so she wouldn't let him hit her. It was shocking that she could only witness his palm strike.

Grand Jiang Long must have had an impression of Wu Yuxue's presence, but he was too drunk to care about it. He threw out four palms in a row, stared at the two glowing red eyes, and fell back onto the stone table with a bang.

As he fell down, he lost his balance and hit his head against the stone table. Since he did not condense any inner strength, the fall injured his nose and blood immediately flowed out.

Jiang Long gave a vague "hmph" and rolled half of his body over the stone table. However, he could only see the blood flowing out of his nose. Amidst his drunkenness, the blood was flowing fast, staining his entire body.

Wu Yuxue could not help but frown when she saw this. He was initially unafraid of death, but once the killing intent left his body, sympathy arose within him.

In this moment, he could not bear to witness the other party's self-depravity. He immediately moved like a giant swallow descending from the sky.

While he was rising and falling, he had already arrived at the stone table where Jiang Long was lying on.

Jiang Long gave a muffled groan and raised his palm, ready to strike. However, he grabbed Wu Yu Xue's wrist and his left hand's side fingers flew out as if they had already hit a acupoint in the "nasal sinus" of his opponent.

Then he twisted his body and a wisp of smoke rose up and fell to the side.

At this moment, an eerie sound was heard by a person. "Hiss ?" A sharp wind attacked right in front of his eyes.

Wu Yuxue was slightly alarmed. She did not expect that an outsider would barge into this place at this very moment.

The sharp sound of the wind entered her ears and a white light flew in front of her. It was a thin, shining knife. It was flying towards Wu Yuxue's forehead at an incredible speed.

Wu Yuxue tilted her body, raised her right hand, and flicked her fingers like a bow. "Dang!" He had sent the knife flying with a loud sound, yet he could already see who it was.

He was dressed in a black robe and was very skinny. He was the one who served in front of the Golden Winged Flood Dragon, Qian Tianyu.

He thought that Wu Yuxue wanted to harm her master, so how could he not be shocked when he saw the scene in front of him after he had returned from the outside?

When he realised that Jiang Long's face was covered in blood and had fallen on the stone table, he was shocked and became frozen on the spot like a thunderbolt.

Wu Yuxue looked at him and smiled coldly, nodding, "You came at just the right time. Your master drank too much and passed out. He hurt his nose and I have stopped his bleeding."

Qian Tian's heart skipped a beat as he squeezed his triangular eyes. His expression showed that he was hesitating.

Soon after, he shifted his gaze and noticed those broken wine jars scattered all over the floor. He immediately understood what was going on.

"So that's how it is."

After saying these four words, Qian Tian arched his thin hands as he said, "I'm sorry, but why have you come here?"

Wu Yuxue shook her head and said, "You don't need to ask."

Although it was the dead of night during the Bai Clan's battle that day, he had already experienced the power of this young and dignified person. Let alone fighting with him, he probably wouldn't even be able to touch him. It was better to just obediently stand there and not think too much about it.

Although he was standing, his mouth was not sloppy. He said with a cold smile, "It's true that I have nothing to do with your honor, but I still have to reward you with a few words. When my master wakes up, if he asks me ?" Hehe, Master Wu. What do you tell me, a lowly man, to answer? "Moreover, this matter is extremely rare. The Old Master's alcohol tolerance is peerless in this world, how could he ?"

As he said that, he walked to the side, bent down, and picked up an empty wine jug.

It was then that Wu Yuxue realized that the pots used to hold wine had a different shape from those used now.

Qian Tianyu shook the empty wine jug a little and poured some leftover wine into his mouth. He nodded and snorted. "That's right."

It was made by General Li Tinzhi in the past. After he prepared to use it to win a great victory over the Yuan Army, he paid the three armies with rewards and plotted to get drunk. Unexpectedly, he lost the battle even when the city was destroyed, and it was not until today that Long Jiang accidentally discovered it.

Water had evaporated a long time ago, leaving behind a pure green color with a rich concentration. If a normal person were to drink a little of this wine, he would definitely be drunk, not to mention the fact that Jiang Long was drinking like this, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to take it.

Wu Yuxue remembered the ruined castle from the appearance of the wine jar and understood immediately.

"If your master wants to drink the strong wine of the previous dynasty that was hidden in the ancient fortress, I'm afraid he won't be drunk for quite some time. When he wakes up, just say I visited him. "

Qian Tianyu was worried that the other party would try to kill him, so he had to be cautious. After getting along with the other party for a while, he realized that he was being superfluous.

Wu Yuxue sneered and turned around to walk away.

Qian Tian Han just looked at him in astonishment.

Wu Yuxue suddenly stopped and turned around.

Qian Tian quickly took a step back and held his stance. He thought to himself, "Good boy, are you really unable to hold yourself back?"

In Wu Yuxue's deep eyes, Qian Tianyi couldn't help but return to his original state. It was a strange feeling. The moment he came into contact with Wu Yuxue's eyes, his heart was filled with astonishment. Of course, he was not completely oblivious to this feeling. Every time his eyes met with his master's, he would feel a subtle shock. He had assumed that his master was the only one who had the power to control him. He hadn't expected that a second person would appear out of nowhere.

Fortunately, Wu Yuxue did not have any obvious enmity towards him. Otherwise, if he continued to stare at him for a moment longer, Qian Tianyu might reveal a cowardly and ugly expression. He might just kneel on the floor like his master, letting the other party do as he pleased.

"Tell your master that I'll come again three days from now. I expect him to be waiting for me."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out.

Qian Tian's throat trembled a little. There was something he wanted to say, but he didn't say it. He stared at his opponent's figure as he disappeared into the twilight.

Shi Yun heavily threw the sword in his hand, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He shook his head in infinite frustration.

At the side, Elder Bai was sitting on a wooden chair and sizing him up.

He was surprised by the actions of the Northern Frontier's Young Sect Master. After all, it was no ordinary feat for a martial practitioner to drop the sword in his hand. With a calm and slightly reprimanding gaze, Elder Bai silently sized him up.

"I've been learning this sword technique from you for three years, and even now, I still haven't finished practicing it. Honestly, I won't be able to continue practicing it."

He then sneered and turned around to walk to the front of the White Elder. He said, "Don't you have some new playthings to teach me?"