History’s Best Reincarnation: Episode one thousand one hundred and ninety-eight: The uneven sword appears!

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After drinking a pot of wine, Jiang Chen is still the same, not to mention that the amount of alcohol has not reached his upper limit, even if he has reached it, with his current skill, he can completely refine it, not only does it have no harm to the body However, it can increase his strength a bit, after all, wine is also brewed from five grains!

Although Fang Qingtian's drinking capacity is not as good as Jiang Chen's, he is still not small. His eyes are still hazy, he is slightly drunk, and his speech is still clear: "Brother Jiang, you really drink well, have a good time... If there is anything in the future, don't worry. Come find Fang!"

Jiang Chen smiled lightly on his face, nodded, and did not refute Fang Qingtian's face. He picked up the big bowl and said, "Come on, Master Fang, let's finish this bowl!"

"Done!"

Fang Qingtian laughed loudly, picked up the big bowl, brought it to his lips, gurgled, drank it in one gulp, leaked a lot from his mouth, and wet his front.

"Master, please remember what Master Mistress said, don't get drunk."

The young man who spoke before said in a low voice again, Fang Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Sheng Yun, don't worry." dignified.

Jiang Chen raised his head, glanced around, his expression also changed slightly, turned his head and looked at Sheng Yun, his brows slightly frowned. Then with a thought, he pushed the bowl up, cupped his fists and said, "Master Fang, I have to hurry, so let's drink here today."

"No!"

Fang Qingtian hastily stretched out his hand to push the bowl, and shook his head vigorously: "Brother Jiang, my brother has been very troubled recently. It's rare to meet a brother. Drinking so happily, don't let it be a disappointment!"

Jiang Chen said with a wry smile: "I really have to hurry, it's not good to delay the time!"

"Hehe..."

Fang Qingtian withdrew his hand, and smiled casually, "Brother Jiang, why worry, I have a fast horse with my accompanying disciples, wouldn't it be faster to send you a fast horse when the time comes?"

"This..."

Jiang Chen hesitated, thought for a while, nodded and smiled wryly: "Alright, since Sect Master Fang has such intentions, but this subordinate is not respectful, I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman!"

"That's right!"

Fang Qingtian immediately patted the table and asked the shopkeeper to bring another jug ​​of wine. Loudly said: "Brother Jiang, let's get drunk today, and we won't go home if we don't get drunk!"

Jiang Chen's drinking capacity is extremely heavy, compared to before the time travel, it is simply not the same. Besides, he has profound internal energy, and the wine is refined as soon as he enters his stomach. It is really difficult to get drunk.

When drinking, he was a little distracted and focused on the outside world. Feeling strange, these people around glanced at them from time to time, at first glance, they were just curious about their drinking capacity.

But Jiang Chen still smelled something unusual. These people were full of bags and hidden weapons, obviously they were not ordinary people. But some people in the martial arts. His martial arts has not yet reached the realm of being invincible in the world. The so-called more things are worse than less things. He wants to get out, but this Fang Qingtian is quite enthusiastic. He is also curious. The tall man was bold, so he took advantage of the situation to stay.

When the wine was half drunk, Fang Qingtian drank more and became more sober, and talked about his troubles, but it turned out that his faction was stationed in Kunlun, and he was good at swordsmanship, especially the jagged swordmanship. Not long ago, Zhang Renfeng's family, the most outstanding disciple in the sect, was wiped out. He led his disciples down the mountain, hoping to seek justice, however, Black Stone's power was huge, and he returned in defeat.

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Jiang Chen could only be speechless about this, he didn't expect that he would meet Zhang Renfeng's teacher by mistake, this is really fate!

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen is very interested in Zhang Renfeng's mixed swordsmanship, but he is not very willing to seek it from Fang Qingtian.

Although they met by chance, but if the two make friends through wine, if it is mixed with profit calculations, it would be unsightly.

The two drank one bowl after another, happily, but Fang Qingtian's two young disciples did not drink at all, and remained silent, as if they did not exist.

The embroidered curtain rang, the door was dark, and three people walked in. These three people entered the room, they stood still at the door, their eyes swept around the room, as if they were looking for a seat.

Jiang Chen frowned, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the changes in the crowd. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. On the opposite side, Fang Qingtian also slowly put down the bowl, and looked at the three people who entered the room. He is the leader of the Nantian Sword Sect, who broke out from the shadow of swords and swords, and has an unspeakable intuition for danger and killing intent, and feels strange.

Three of them, one tall and two short, the first one, about 30 to 40 years old, tall and thin, with a long and narrow face like a cucumber, a pair of long and narrow eyes, cold and radiant, like two sharp knives. The two behind them are a pair of twin brothers, they look very similar, with a chubby figure, quite a bit of the demeanor of the shopkeeper of a wine shop.

"Three, sorry, sorry, the store is full."

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, cupped his fists in apology, and smiled humbly on his face, making it impossible to get angry.

One person nodded first, walked directly, and walked in, ignoring the shopkeeper. The three of them came to a table, and the four of them hurriedly got up, gave up their seats, stood in front of him, bowed their bodies, and said in a low voice: "Greetings, Chief!"

"No."

The man with the narrow face waved his hand, and the Wuma Jindao sat upright, and swept Fang Qingtian's place with a cold light.

Looking around, Fang Qingtian raised his head and said to Jiang Chen, "Brother Jiang, let's stop drinking here today!"

"Oh?" Jiang Chen was slightly surprised, and said with a smile, "Could it be that Sect Leader Fang is enjoying himself?!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy myself today,"

Fang Qingtian shook his head, glanced at the middle-aged man with a narrow face sitting upright, and smiled wryly: "Fang has met an old friend, so I can't accompany you brother!"

"That's a coincidence."

Jiang Chen chuckled, picked up the big bowl, and took a sip slowly. His eyes glanced over the side of the bowl, and then he glanced at the middle-aged man with the long and narrow face: "Although I'm dull, I can guess that you This old friend is not kind."

"Good!"

Fang Qingtian nodded, but then he shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice: "Today is considered a failure, so we can only withdraw first, brother, why not take a step first."

Jiang Chen chuckled, this Fang Qingtian is a straightforward person, he saw the opportunity was wrong, and withdrew before fighting, it seemed timid, but it was an act of judging the situation. It's just that Ren Jiu waved his hand slightly and shook his head: "Although I'm not good at martial arts, I can't be alone when my friends are in trouble!"

"Good!"

Fang Qingtian nodded vigorously, and clapped his hands heavily: "Fang is right, I've made a deal with you, my friend!" Mouth, laughing loudly, full of pride.

"Hey, Master Fang, I'm so excited!"

At this moment, a low-pitched laugh sounded, and the middle-aged man with the long and narrow face clasped his fists, with a smile on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Chief Wang? How could you be willing to lower your figure and condescend to come to such a place to eat?!" Fang Qingtian clasped his fists and replied with a strange tone.

The middle-aged man with a narrow face said hesitantly: "I heard from the younger ones that Fang Qingtian is here, and I am here to join in the fun."

"How dare you do that?!" Fang Qingtian shook his head, sneered, and his piercing eyes flashed coldly.

"Guard Master, Ye Chang Meng has many dreams, don't talk nonsense with him, just do it!" A man jumped out next to the middle-aged man with a narrow face, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man with a narrow face clapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, let's do it!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "shua shua" sound, and more than a dozen people pulled out the weapons, swords or swords hidden in their pockets one after another. All pointed to Fang Qingtian's table. The light in the room was slightly dim, but now it was a little brighter, with swords and swords, cold air, and imposing momentum.

"Hehe, Wang Dadong, that's all you have to offer!"

Fang Qingtian laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword from his back, with a sarcasm on his face: "Even if you are on the black stone, you only dare to pass the sword to me when Fang is on the order!"

Wang Dadong smiled gloomyly, slowly drew out the long sword around his waist, stretched it out flatly, pointed at Fang Qingtian, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense...Fang, today your life will be decided by Wang." Already!"

"Then it depends on your ability!"

Fang Qingtian laughed, stood up, stood in front of the general, turned his head and whispered: "Brother, follow me later, don't separate."

Jiang Chen is a master of martial arts, ranked among the best in the world, and has long since returned to basics, so his appearance does not have the characteristics of a martial artist, his temples are neither bulging nor sunken, his eyes are clear, and he does not have a sharp glow when his true energy flows. He had a fine steel long sword, but he was bloodless, so although Fang Qingtian guessed that he would know martial arts, it must not be very high.

Seeing Fang Qingtian opened his mouth, Jiang Chen could only nod his head, stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the people around him, determined in his heart that although he had only practiced martial arts for a short time, his accomplishments were not low. It may be difficult for a top player like the King of the Wheel to win, but the things in front of him should not be a problem.

The other two youths also stood up and walked behind Fang Qingtian. The three of them formed horns and firmly protected Jiang Chen.

"Kill!"

Without a second word, Wang Dadong shouted angrily, his long and narrow face turned red, and he slashed in front of him with force with the long sword in his hand. The four people at the same table kicked away the chairs, pulled out their long knives, and rushed over. People from the tables next to him rushed out one after another. There were more than fifty people, and Jiang Chen and the four were surrounded in a blink of an eye. .

Before Fang Qingtian and Jiang Chen made any moves, they saw that several people did not participate in it, but ran to the door, blocked there, and watched over them to prevent them from escaping.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the shopkeeper immediately lay down behind the counter and hid himself.

"Fang, die!"

A ferocious man brandished a long knife, drew a slash, rushed forward, swept the "Split Huashan Mountain", and slashed at Fang Qingtian head-on.

"Well done!"

Fang Qingtian yelled, and shook the long sword in his hand. The light of the sword was sharp, like a horse training a sword, like a snake's letter, he stabbed out very fast.

With the sound of "Dang", a sword was stretched out from the side, and the long sword was pushed away, but it was the people next to him who helped Fang Qingtian couldn't make a move, so he had to turn around to dodge, and another person was swinging the sword To stab. The same was true for the other two youths, who were besieged and attacked by everyone, and they didn't pay attention to fighting alone. Only Jiang Chen stood in the middle leisurely.

Although surrounded by more than a dozen people, Fang Qingtian and the three of them did not change their expressions, shouted loudly, and while waving the long sword in their hands, they built a sword curtain to resist three or four people at the same time. Not falling behind, the two swords swung fiercely, Jiang Chen stood in the middle, just watching with his arms folded.

This group of people is quite good at attacking in groups. Wang Dadong stood outside the circle, clasping his hands, with a sneer on his long and narrow face: "Fang, why bother to struggle, Heishi has issued a kill order, you will definitely die!"

"Fart!"

Fang Qingtian roared angrily, and swung the long sword in his hand even faster. With a "poof", the tip of the sword pierced into the arm of the person facing him, but he didn't stop, his figure flickered, dodging the slanting thrust sword. The injured man retreated quickly, and the people behind rushed up to fill his vacancy, resisting Fang Qingtian's frontal impact, advancing and retreating, but they cooperated skillfully and tacitly.

"Haha..."

Fang Qingtian laughed twice, while waving his long sword, he laughed loudly: "Happy, happy!"

Standing behind him, Jiang Chen saw that the faces of the dozen or so people opposite him remained calm, and their moves were still unhurried, obviously intending to grind them to death, so he reminded: "Master Fang, both It's not a good thing to go on like this, let's rush out first."

"Okay, get out!"

Fang Qingtian promised ~IndoMTL.com~ With a shake of his arm, he swung his long sword, only to hear three "Dangdangdang" sounds, and the sword circle unexpectedly surrounded the opponent's three weapons at the same time. Move from under your feet, pressing towards the direction of the door.

There were four other people standing behind Wang Dadong, seeing this situation, one of them rushed out, unsheathed his long sword, turned into a little bit of cold star, stabbing Fang Qingtian quickly. But hearing the crisp sound of "Dang", although Fang Qingtian swung his sword in time to block it, but the moment the two swords intersected, the whole person couldn't help but took a big step back, and returned to the original position again.

At this time, Jiang Chen was standing behind him, Fang Qingtian retreated, Jiang Chen could only take a step back, and stood in the original position again.

Breakthrough was blocked, and they fell into a bitter battle again. Three or four people fought against one person. With three heads and six arms, it is extremely powerful.

"The one whose surname is Xiang has a few tricks!"

Although Fang Qingtian was caught in a hard fight, his face did not change, and he laughed loudly: "If you continue to entangle, don't blame someone on our side for being ruthless!"

"Oh?"

Wang Dadong copied his hands, and said with a smirk: "Could it be that Sect Master Fang still has some killer moves?"

Fang Qingtian flicked his long sword and laughed loudly: "You are really capable, Wang Dadong, if you can force Fang to perform a killer move!"

Wang Dadong sneered with a "chi": "I want to learn!"

"Since you don't know what is good or bad, Fang is not polite!"

I saw Fang Qingtian let out a cold snort, and the strength of the long sword suddenly increased, blocking several people in front of him. With the sound, the throats of several people in front of them were cut.

When Jiang Chen saw this, he couldn't help but look terrified, and Wang Dadong was no exception, his pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Jagged Sword?!"