Grasping Evil

Tens of thousands of tablespoons and two spirits were consumed by two people.

Another ten days, nearly three or four pints of spirits in a thousand altars remain empty altars.

On the last ten days, Ningfan and Yuntian decided to divide the five spirits into a hundred tablespoons. It was just a drink, but they did not speak.

For a whole month, they didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was really weird.

I'd rather drink so much spirit myself than think secretly, but it still doesn't seem to satisfy the other party. It seems that the so-called test is not easy to pass.

It has been a month since January passed and I feared that the small northern barbarians would wake up.

But I don't know if I'll be worried if I wake up unable to see myself...

While drinking five pints of spirits, a propaganda sword was struck in the direction of Penglai, apparently in order to reassure the small north.

It was just such a distraction that the alcohol was instantly distracted. I preferred the heat of my eyes to the appearance of drunkenness.

Drinking so much spirit is not drunk just because you are intoxicated.

One heart, not drunk, everyone gets drunk.

His eyes were brisk, his heart was serious, and he preferred to dissipate his drunkenness. It was risky.

Almost got really drunk.

Sitting across the street in the cloudy sky, putting down the bar, looking at Ningfan, his eyes were unhappy,

“Your heart is disturbed. Is the Sound Sword being passed on to a woman? My sword repair, watch out for swords, no lust. If your heart is unclean and your heart is not strong, Kendo will not succeed. ”

“So what if the sword doesn't work? If Kendo reaches the end, there's only one sword left, so what? ”

Ning Fan shook his head slightly, his heart tied to the sword may be the sword of his predecessor, but not his own sword.

His swordplay, not obsessed with the sword, only wanted to be three feet green, to protect the peace and joy, the way to succeed and defeat, he didn't care.

“One sword at a time, what a joy... you're right, I'm looking for someone. ”

Yuntian frowned and grabbed the palm of his hand, pressing the shattered wine bowl, seemed to be said by Ningfan to be central, but also slightly drunk.

This scene fell into the eyes of Ning Fan, and it was a dark surprise.

I thought this predecessor was just a sword cultivator obsessed with swords, but it doesn't seem like it today.

This man's sword is strong, even monologue, and no one's sword has ever been stronger than this one.

Even though it is the sword of the emperor's secret sword, there is no light in front of this man.

Isn't this man a master of the sword kingdom, yet stronger than the sword kings?

No mistake, this sword means ruthless sword, no emotional doping, this person must also be a cold-blooded ruthless generation.

But this person's sudden and intoxicating expression clearly shows that deep inside, there is love.

In the rain realm, there are only a handful of broken voids. This man's sword path is divine, and his identity is self-evident...

White Sword God, Yuntian!

“Are you looking for someone too? I'm looking for someone too.” Ning Fan's gaze changed and he remembered the fate of the hollow ancestors.

If you want to find your mother's whereabouts, you need to find her!

Before I heard that Yuntian was brutally cold, I preferred to worry about it and didn't rush to find this person.

Now that this person has come to the door, he can knock on his side and see if he can find out where Ning Qian is.

“Are you looking for someone too? I'm sure you haven't found the one you're looking for.” Clouds never talk, but in front of Ningfan, he is no longer silent.

“Nice, I'm looking for a woman with the name... Ning Qian! ”

Fan said the name and watched the cloudy face carefully.

This woman's fragrant name fell into the ears of the clouds, which made him look blank and then confused.

“Ning Qian? ”

“Senior knows her!” If you find your mother and father so simply, you can easily give her a peaceful life with his strength and status.

“No, I don't know... I just think the name is familiar...” The clouds shook their heads, only feeling bored, but somehow.

“Familiar?” This vague answer dissatisfied him, rather with a cold eye and a questioning tone.

You're familiar, you know him?

But looking at the look on Yuntianju's face, I clearly don't remember who Ning Qian is. I don't think I've seen him at all.

In Yun Ruovi's dream, Yun Ruovi, Ning Qian and Yuntian decided that three people had appeared together in the Lan Ruo Temple.

They should have seen...

Is Yuntian too shallow a relationship with Ning Qian? I haven't seen her since that day, so I don't remember Ning Qian?

“Are you dissatisfied with my words?!” The clouds suddenly glanced at him and, with his personality, had he dared to speak coldly to him, he would have sworn.

Ningfan District is a deity, dare to interrogate him indifferently, deviate from the cloudy sky, but hidden reluctance to kill Ningfan.

“In your mind, you should have guessed who I am. I advise you not to provoke me! ”

Yuntian is absolutely indifferent.

“How dare you! ”

If it weren't for Ning Qian's whereabouts, if it weren't for Old Man's sake, he would never have liked to drink on the same boat with this angry, broken old monster.

The two were silent again, and a few more days later, all five pints of spirits were consumed.

Yuntian drank spiritual wine, then silenced. His left hand broke. At this moment, he held the altar with his illusory left hand and dazzled.

“Senior, my test, will you pass! ”

Instead of getting up and holding his fist, he had drank all the spirit wine and had not been drunk, wondering whether he had passed the test.

“This is not a test...”

The clouds broke apart and turned into the original face. The illusory left arm disappeared and became a long-sleeved hole again.

Long, messy hair, muggy eyes, sword behind Sensen.

“Not a test?” I'd rather have frowned. If it wasn't for the test, he would have spent a month drinking here. It was a waste of time!

Does he have a lot of time? No, very little.

Drinking so much spirit booze has increased the power of a thousand armors, but this speed of improvement is too slow for Ningfan.

“Goodbye. If my predecessor decides to test me, come back to me. ”

Ningfan is about to leave.

Yuntian glanced at him with a strange look, and he found that this deified generation was not afraid of him.

White Sword God, sword to demon.

One sword in the hand, the Hundred Kingdoms cloud moves.

Even if Yu Wang sees the clouds, he will be a little uncomfortable. Ning Fan dared to dissatisfy him and shout cold at him. He is an interesting kid.

“Don't you like drinking with me on the boat? ”

“I'm afraid of dying.” Ningfan obliquely glanced at the sky, even the fourth brother could be slaughtered, his anger was uncertain. Since Ning Qian's whereabouts could not be questioned, he was only dangerous with this person.

“I don't kill you, just occasionally I want to find someone to drink. How do you like this wine? ”

The sky suddenly stood up, as cold as ice, unable to see the joy.

He took out a dark red gourd, like a crystal sharp, which he could see filled with bloody milk.

That gourd revealed the vast power of Fabao. Hershey is a treasure of falsehood, and is still... Chinese!

And the slurry in the gourd, with a hint of wine, gave Ning Fan a vibrant look.

With just a hint of smell, his magic boosts by as much as 1 A... what is this wine!

“You drink with me, even though it is not a test, I will never take up your moon in vain. There are half a gourd left, you can drink three sips, drink more and die. ”

“Three! ”

In the heat of his eyes, this serum has a strong energy and is hardly weak in the glowing crystal.

A hint of odor to boost 1 Mana Power.

With a sip of soda, it is highly likely to boost thousands of mana.

Three-piece slurry, Ningfan can boost at least 20,000 Mana!

If he can gain 20,000 Mana for nothing, he will accompany the clouds for a month, without loss.

“Senpai, this is serious!” Ningfan is still somewhat unbelievable, and outside rumors of a cold, bloodthirsty cloud will give him an opportunity.

“I don't like crap.” The clouds never speak, with one hand behind the back, standing at the bow of the boat, but going to see the sunrise by the sea, the face is not happy and sad.

“Thank you, seniors! ”

Ningfan was not polite, and his heart's senses about the clouds could not help but change.

This person is isolated, silent, and uncertain, but his preference for doing things is clear.

Such a person, even if more indifferent, would not kill a brother for no reason whatsoever.

Perhaps this man killed the Four Princes of the Rain Palace, and his insights are unknown.

Pull out the gourd plug, pour the syrup, prefer to get drunk enough to see the strength of this wine.

Compared to this, five-pint spirit is a slag, not necessarily comparable to any spirit.

This is the Wine of Immortality!

Grunt...

Ningfan lifted up the gourd and drank a sip of soda. Immediately, a spicy sensation almost paralyzed his tongue.

He had never tasted such a spicy wine in his life, and it smelled very fragrant, but the entrance was very dull.

A sip of wine enters the belly and immediately turns into a stream of heat, immersed in a field of dandelion, burning its entire body.

A sip of wine, at least 8,000 Mana!

Huge amounts of alcohol spread all over the body, preferring reddish complexion, no wind drumming in the robe, and blue and purple skin.

“Strong booze! No wonder this cloud senior only allowed me to drink three sips, claiming that I would die if I drank more. I thought he was a threat to me and couldn't drink the fourth. Now it seems obvious that this alcohol is too strong to hold the fourth alcohol with my flesh! ”

“This is still me, so I can drink the third sip, and if it's a normal half-step refreshment, I'll take two sips at most. ”

Ning Fan's eyes darkened, the cloud seniors had such a poisonous eye power, and he saw all his strength at a glance.

Without thinking about it, Ningfan picked up the red gourd, mumbled, mumbled and drank two more sips, and drank three sips almost simultaneously.

Drink up, Ningfan sealed a gourd, returned it to the table, but immediately sat down, refining the body's nearly 25,000 mana power!

Three sips!

The cloudy sky never turned, but the sword brow moved slightly, and there was a hint of praise in his eyes.

“This gourd, called the Blood Gourd, although it is of poor taste, has a wonderful use to refine demonic blood, human blood and liquor. What you just drank was the blood of the Sword Emperor. I only told you to drink three sips, but I didn't expect you to keep drinking. You're good! ”

Shh!

The tone of the clouds is extremely blunt, as if to say a trivial thing.

But as soon as Fan listened to this, he sucked in the cold air and insinuated that the cloud seniors were such a harsh means.

Take the blood of the Emperor of the Fencing Realm to make blood wine... this is crazy!

No wonder this boosts so much magic… where is this wine, this is clearly the blood of the Shattered God!

Ten days later, Ningfan refined the power of blood wine, breathed out a mouthful of dull air, suddenly rose up, the power was already 338,500 A.

Magic can have such a powerful boost, thanks to the grace of clouds and skies.

I'd rather hold my fist and look over the bloody gourd. I can't help but drink this wine.

However, after all, this wine is made from the blood of the Imperial Shattered Emperor. It is too heavy to refine the power, but the vicious power in the blood can only be abraded after countless battles of life and death.

Although this wine is good, it should not be drunk more. Otherwise, the anger will reverberate, rather than lose.

“Thank you for your generosity and goodbye. ”

Ning Fan took a deep look at the clouds and decided to leave.

But before leaving again, the sky suddenly opened its mouth with indifference.

“Don't rush off, I'll give you a test now. ”

“What test?” Ningfan asked positively.

“Dragon Valley! Blood!”

The clouds never explained much, and all of a sudden the sword around me was astonished.

The sword boat at the foot was transformed into a giant sword with a dazzling sword.

The sword swept up, carrying Ningfan and Yuntian, traveling west, millions of miles under.

This speed is fast enough to make Ning Fan blind. Compared to this speed, his initial speed of refinement is not worth mentioning.

Billions of miles a day with this sword.

Three days later, Yuntian decided to take the sword light and bring Ningfan out of the infinite sea and into a snow country.

The wind and snow cover here, the spirit is strong, even the Great Jin can't compete.

This is not an intermediate cultivation country, not even a superior cultivation country... this is a fictional cultivation country!

A country's borders are billions of miles wide!

“Where am I?” I'd rather ask again.

“Snow Country, the place to take blood. ”

Yuntian never explained, at the time of its appearance, Xueguo was shocked, countless yuan of babies, Huasheng Brothers came up empty, and even three vain old monsters blocked it.

“The Rain King has orders! It will take ten years to reach the Dragon Valley. Please don't make it difficult for me to wait...”

“Get out!”

An atmosphere of hegemonic bullying spread from the clouds.

The momentum is like a sword. Under one shock, tens of thousands of Yuan Baby and Kaizen are seriously injured and retreating. Even the three vain old monsters can't stand the clouds to decide together.

“Sword God is angry! I can't wait to stop it! ”

Everyone was shocked.

The clouds of this day will not reason with anyone. Whoever stops him will die!

Even though the Rain King ordered it, no one dared to take the chicken fur as an arrow.

Ren Yuntian definitely takes people into Snow Country, no one dares to stop them!

He's so overbearing. Who does he need to reason with?

A roll of sleeve robes, a lit sword light, the clouds led Ningfan and vanished into the snow.

He doesn't need to reason with anyone.

His sword, that's the truth!

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