367 Yunshui Jiuzhou , Immortal League lord ! (1/2)

Jingzhou, Shangyang City.

In the afternoon, it was already time to go off work, people were busy and cars were jammed at all traffic lights.

This is the sight of the city.

It's no more common.

However, no one knows that there is a huge wine gourd in the high-altitude area of Shangyang City, which is hidden in the clouds and slowly floats.

”Good wine... Good wine! ”

The wine madman lies on this wine gourd and keeps pouring his own wine.

He doesn't want to be awake.

As soon as he thought of the scene that Tianqiong Peak, he would not be able to stop thinking about the past 100 years ago.

However, at this time, a flying sword covered with a blue-gold flame galloped at an extremely fast speed!

The wine madman saw the flying sword with flames. The sword and the eyebrows slammed, and the hand was lifted. The flying sword was broken and turned into a voice, falling into the ear of the wine madman.

”Chang Yi, find Qin Feng, you and him, one person goes to the south of the land, one person goes to the land of the extreme east, the situation is urgent, I have no time to explain to you, it is about the survival of Yunshui Jiuzhou, go now!”

This is the voice of Han Xin!

After listening to this voice, the wine madman dissipated the alcohol, and the drunkenness on his face disappeared.

This is the first time that Han Xiu was talking to him a hundred years ago.

It was also his first time...

From the mouth of Han Xiu, he heard the word ' Jizhou's survival.' From the past, his brother should not care about Yunshui Jiuzhou's life and death.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Doubt and puzzle.

However, the wine madman did not hesitate in the slightest, whether in the past or the present, he is unreserved and believes in Han Xiu, believes in his brother!

As for what happened to this matter, when he finished the work, he would naturally go to Kunlun Mountain to ask Han Xiu personally.

The hand casts spell, pointing down toward the front void. The drunken madman looked like he was probing something. After a while, his brow wrinkled.

”How did this kid go to Celestial City again? That place should be holding the shit Immortal League at this time.”

Muttered, wine madman has previously done soul mark on Qin Feng, although Qin Feng knew the existence of this seal of divine knowledge, he did not disperse it either. He was thinking that some drunken maniac might have something to look for him later.

As soon as he stepped on, the wine madman turned into a sword rainbow and went away in the direction of Yuzhou.

......

Yuzhou, Celestial City.

Yun Shui Jiuzhou cultivators, at this time one by one is already completely convinced by the power of Qin Feng.

In the center of the Celestial City, the original attic had already turned into ruins.

Five thousand Yusu cultivator surrounds the middle.

It is not so much that 5,000 people surrounded Qin Feng, it is better to say that these 5,000 people were scared by Qin Feng.

One by one, looking at the ground, it was already Golden Dan bursting, the body was stained with blood, and at first glance, the Yusu elders were covered with swords, and they were all twitching, don't know how to speak.

This is their great elder, Yusu Mountain, in addition to Lord and most powerful cultivator, they are admired by them, and they are unattainable, but they can not last one second.

The elders are like this, they are fucking bullshit!

Five thousand people, no one dares to move.

In the center of the 5,000 people, Qin Feng's eyelids were slightly lowered, sweeping across the Mo Xiong in front of him, which could not even stand up straight.

”You, are you going to kill me?”

Mo Xiong looked up at Qin Feng , his face was weak and pale, and there was no fear. He was also seen through it. Anyway, it was a death.

Slowly standing up straight, shaking his body for a few times, finally stood still.

Huge mouth was gasping, in Moxiong's body, has a very strong lingering gloom, even if Qin Feng does not kill him, this Moxiong exhausted the last Yuan Yin power, he can no longer last for 1 month.

”I, Mo Xiong, practice at three years old, practice qi at seven years old, ten...”

Before he died, Mo Xiong wanted to use this last time to count the past and also to make a solemn and stirring final curtain call.

Unfortunately…