History’s Strongest Senior Brother

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Yan Zhaoge looked at the man's movements and was speechless: "What new fancy game are you doing?"

The man kept moving and said with a smile: "You came just right. I was just looking for you. You are in retreat. I regret that you want to miss my tea."

Yan Zhaoge's help: "There is no one to make wine for tea, I know you are good wine, but can you not be so innovative?"

The man didn't take it seriously: "You don't understand this. People in the world always have to have some fun for themselves."

Yan Zhaoge covered his face: "So you just use wine as soy milk and dip it into fritters, and use rice wine to make soup rice, now there is a new way to play, take wine and make tea?"

"Can't you drink steadily like other alcoholics?"

Xie Youchan and Ahu could not help but listen.

The big man didn't care, but smiled: "I'm past that stage."

Yan Zhaoge couldn't bear it: "Then you can try it and drink with your nose without a mouth."

The big man laughed: "It's actually not difficult for me, a warrior who cultivates, to choke me."

"Brother Xu, you are very stable in other things. Why is this child like a child?" Xie Youchan shook her head and smiled.

This great man is the core descendant of Guangcheng Mountain, a disciple of the iron lion king Shi Tie, "Tian Peng" Xu Fei, a warrior in heaven.

Generally speaking, he is also regarded by the outside world as the strongest warrior of Guangcheng Mountain.

Xu Fei laughed: "And let you taste my craft."

Yan Zhaoge was helpless: "I really have nothing to say about you."

"Senior Yan, your wine is not enough, Hu Ting is about the same." Xu Fei also despised Yan Zhaoge, and looked at Ahu enthusiastically.

Ahu, who has always been a big man with a lot of nerves, is now looking at him: "Feige, I don't drink with you. You are not allowed to use alcohol to force you to drink. You will be drunk if you drink."

Xu Fei didn't force it, but was rather sorry: "Hu Ting, you have a very good foundation. You can practice it if you practice it."

Everyone talked and laughed, and time passed quickly.

At sunset, Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, A Hu and Xie You Chan say goodbye.

On the occasion of parting, Xie Youchan said softly, "This Tongtian Huimeng is different from usual, do you all know it?"

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xu Fei, Xu Fei's smile didn't change, but his eyes were heavy. "When I met Uncle Second, I already knew the situation."

The three looked at each other and smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

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

On Qingzhao Island, everything is as usual and calm.

With the passage of time, the days of Tongtianhuimeng have officially arrived.

Tongtianhuimeng is not a competition in the competition, the original intention is to let the younger generations of geniuses come into contact.

Examination and comparison is contact, and exchange of experience is also contact.

It's just that because of the current great environment in the Eight Great World and the situation is relatively tense, this time, the smell of gunpowder has become stronger.

Especially this time Tongtianhuimeng, because of some special factors, has brought a little more different colors.

It is the venue where the Tongtian Huimeng is held, over the Qingzhai Island.

With Qingzhai Island as the center, and several small islands around the lake at the center of Qingzhai Lake, a special formation is vaguely formed, which is the core of Qingzhai Lake's guardian formation.

After being excited, the light flow of Dao Dao rose into the sky and merged with the sky and clouds, forming a dangling land that seemed to be virtual.

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 prohibitions, forming an illusory palace-like existence.

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

Ye Chongzhou, Li Jingwan and two other Bihai City disciples are now surrounded by a green robe young man.

The youthful temperament, like Fang Zhuan, is quite a bit of a literary atmosphere.

It's just that he stood there, the aura above his head condensed the truth, straight through the sky, and there seemed to be an endless tide roaring in the aura, indicating that he was the same as Xu Fei's martial arts.

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 knew each other, the core heirs of Bihai City, the leading figures of the younger generation, the son of Seven Seas, Song Chao.

At that time, the oldest of the four sons was also the person with the highest level of cultivation.

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

The son of the great sun sect, Huang Xu, the son of Huang Zhao.

The son of Lin Tianfeng, the first elder of Tianlei Hall, and son of Lin Ming, son of Leiming.

Song Chao, the son of Infinite Song, the master of Bihai City, Song Chao, the son of Qihai.

The four of them are the best among the younger generations of the Eight Greatest Worlds, and all of them have extraordinary backgrounds. After the last Tongtian Huimeng, they were collectively known as the four sons of the world.

However, most of the four people do not have any friendship, and Yan Zhaoge is 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: "Brother Yan, it's gone for three years."

"Brother Song Xiu has become more refined," Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, and Song Chao replied: "Conscientiously, groping forward."

Si Kongqing also stepped forward to meet Song Chao again.

The Tongtianhuimeng form is loose, and there is no sign of a formal start.

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

The innate masters of Yan Zhaoge, Xu Fei, Song Chao, Xie Youchan, Ruan Ping, and Ye Chongzhou did not come to the test, but gathered together to chat.

However, as far as they are concerned, even if it is gossip, listening to the ears of other younger disciples feels very beneficial.

It is just that among them, Yan Zhaoge is slightly conspicuous. Of all the innate masters, he is the youngest, and he is not a little younger.

The others are around thirty or nearly thirty, only Yan Zhaoge is in his early twenties.

In terms of age, Yan Zhaoge and Li Jingwan should be considered their peers.

However, this seems to be something striking. None of the people present felt weird and seemed to be accustomed to it.

Chatting and chatting, Yan Zhaoge and others moved together and looked in the other direction.

In that direction, a few young warriors dressed in rolls of gold and white robes came to the suspended island, and they were dressed as the core heirs of the day sun sect.

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

The age of the first person is similar to that of Xu Fei and Song Chao. His face is handsome, his face is magnificent, and his eyes are full of eyes.

Beside him, there is a young man who looks slightly older than Yan Zhaoge. He is ordinary, quiet and silent.

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