Silence, continue to be silent.

After a long while, Fang Junmei said, "I can give you the freedom you want, but you also have to swear that you will not reveal my identity as the true inheritor of the Sword Emperor to anyone." ”

"Yes. ”

The Tsing Yi Sword Lord nodded in agreement, and readily agreed, perhaps he had long expected Fang Junmei to say this.

Fang Junmei said again: "The limit on the number just now will also be abolished, I can pass it on whoever I want, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"No way!"

The sword master in Tsing Yi immediately vetoed it, and said with a very resolute expression: "This one, there is no need to negotiate, the number of people must be limited." Don't think that if my freedom is in your hands, you can bargain with me!"

Fang Junmei became depressed when he heard this, and said, "I'm going to give your freedom back, what do you care about this?"

"You can't take care of it!"

The sword master in Tsing Yi replied like a scoundrel: "I don't want my freedom, and I won't open this opening for you, if you are not satisfied, you can leave now." ”

Fang Junmei was speechless.

At this point, the situation is once again deadlocked.

......

The Tsing Yi Sword Lord looked at Fang Junmei, his gaze was as calm as an abyss, and there was no sign of relaxation.

Fang Jun's eyebrows turned, and he vaguely felt that the other party insisted on doing this, most of which was for his good, and the Tsing Yi Sword Master respected his master more than hate.

"How many?"

After a few moments, Fang Junmei said.

"Three. ”

The Tsing Yi Sword Lord replied coldly.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were turned around, Yang Xiaoslow, Long Jinyi, and Gu Xijin were definitely going to be passed on, and the three places were removed, what should the others do? What if there are children in the future?

"Less!"

Fang Junmei said lightly.

"Three is three!"

The sword master in Tsing Yi was very resolute.

"Then you don't want your freedom, from today on, from now on, you can die for me!"

Fang Junmei said angrily, also resolute.

It was the turn of the sword master in Tsing Yi to be speechless and have a headache.

The two of them stared wide-eyed.

......

"How many do you want?"

The Tsing Yi Sword Lord asked.

The two exchanged knives and guns again, and in the end, a limit of seven places was set.

When they got here, they didn't say much, and the two of them made a vow together.

The way of the sword pattern is finally loosened.

The sword master in Tsing Yi is also completely free to regain his body.

......

Fang Junmei didn't want to say more, turned his head and walked in the direction of the door.

"Wait a minute, re-establish your oath, don't take advantage of me, I feel that your cultivation is too fast, the effect of Xiao Zhou Tian's sword pattern is not so good, do you use Xiao Zhou Tian's sword pattern as the foundation to deduce a new accelerated sword pattern? That can't be passed on casually, no matter which one it is, it's not allowed!"

The sword master in Tsing Yi said abruptly, his eyes were shrewd and clever!

Hearing this, Fang Junmei was speechless again.

"Boy, you will understand one day that the oath I forced you to make today is all for your good. ”

The Tsing Yi Sword Lord spoke again, looking at Fang Junmei's gaze, which was extremely complicated.

Hearing this, Fang Junmei felt strange in his heart, thought about it, and made an oath.

Only then did the Tsing Yi Sword Master nod with satisfaction.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Fang Junmei also spoke again: "When I came, I heard three Terran monks tracking a Terran monk, and later I heard them say that that Terran has thrown themselves under the command of the sword wolf, be careful." ”

The voice fell, the ban was lifted, and he went out.

Soon, a group of about 20 people, riding a green light, headed west, and gradually disappeared into darkness.

......

After hitting the road, Fang Junmei was still thinking about the Tsing Yi Sword Master, and his expression was slightly complicated.

"Junmei, what's wrong?"

Yang Xiaowan asked.

Fang Junmei shook his head slightly and did not answer.

Thinking of something, he smiled and asked, "At the auction meeting, I didn't see you bidding for the Ten Thousand Qi Dynasty Yuan Dan, did the Fengshi Dazun already give it to you?"

When Yang Xiaoshu heard this, he smiled slyly and said, "I just don't have as much net worth as your old monster, so I can't afford it." ”

Fang Junmei smiled when he heard this, indescribably relaxed and satisfied, in this world, I am afraid that only Yang Xiaoslow can give him such a feeling.

"The master has already given me a few grains. ”

Yang Xiaochuan said.

Fang Jun's eyebrows Oh ran, he almost forgot that Immortal Pear Dazun was the really powerful master of practicing pills, and Song Shede, who he was looking forward to the most, didn't know what level it was now.

......

"Do you know, who made that blue blood sword light wine?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

Yang Xiaoslow nodded slightly, smiled, and said: "I can probably guess who it is, that person is also a monk from our Miaofeng Island, and he also came this time, but he has a very strange temperament, and he may not pass on you." ”

"Who is it?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

Yang Xiaoman went in a certain direction and enslaved his mouth.

Fang Jun's eyebrows turned to look.

At the edge of the green light more than twenty zhang away, a red-haired old man looked like a monk standing there alone, his eyes gloomy, and he looked lonely.

It was a little strange, more than six feet tall, with a big head like a bucket, a body like a gourd, a messy red hair, and a red and big wine trough nose, at first glance, he was a good drinker, and his facial features seemed to be squeezed together, looking a little ugly and hideous.

Wearing a yellowed linen clothes, the corners have been tattered, with an endless edged appearance, and a red-skinned wine gourd hanging from the waist, which is a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

This person's realm is the middle stage of the supreme spirit.

"His nickname is Wanli Yanboke, his real name is Wumeng, he is the best wine, and he is also very good at winemaking. ”

Yang Xiao slowly transmitted the sound again.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly.

"I'll meet him. ”

The voice fell, and he strode away.

......

"I've seen Brother Dao. ”

Coming to Na Wumeng's side, Fang Junmei arched his hand slightly.

"The old man doesn't know you!"

Umon glanced at him, and replied with a very cold face.

The place alone was not big, and the opening of the two immediately attracted a lot of attention, and everyone looked at the two of them with the eyes of a good show, and even the corners of the wind master's mouth showed a narrow smile.

"My wine tells me that I can have a few words with Brother Dao. ”

Fang Junmei smiled slightly, and began to pick up from the storage space.

It's all the wine that Fang Junmei has bought everywhere over the years, and none of the pots he took out were the same, and he took out more than ten pots in a row, floating in the void between the two.

The smell of wine suddenly escaped from the boat.

......

Seeing this, Umeng's eyes narrowed.

After sweeping around, he twitched slightly with his nose of rosacea, and said disdainfully: "My nose tells me that I still can't talk, take away all these bad wines of yours!"

"Hahaha-"

A burst of laughter rang out.

Fang Junmei smiled awkwardly, didn't talk nonsense, put it away first, but didn't leave, and picked it up again.

Over the years, he has traveled everywhere, bought as much wine, and added what was seized, and he can't even remember how much.

There are always one or two bottles that can impress this Wanli Yanbo guest, right?