Chapter 300: The True Face of Mount Lu

Wine is a pleasant thing.

Since ancient times, literati and pranksters, reciting poems and writing opposites, have always been without wine.

Warriors learn from each other, wield swords and swords, and wine is essential.

Lu Zhou sat down slowly.

Just wave.

Under his control, the wine jar filled the wine glass with precision and error.

Two cups are filled.

The wine is fragrant.

Pan Litian's saliva is about to flow out... If he hadn't known that his opponent was not good, he might have rushed up and had a good drink.

Lu Zhou picked up the wine glass... took a sip.

creak, creak...

The coffin made a strange noise.

Gong Yuandu's level of drinking is almost the same as that of Pan Litian.

The aroma of the wine filled the surroundings, making him really itchy.

Lu Zhou didn't swallow the drink.

Instead, spit lightly.

Nourishes ——

Drinks become swords, and in an instant three ways, left, center, right, lasing the coffin.

Bang bang bang!

Three swords were nailed to the coffin.

Hua Wudao praised: "I almost forgot, the pavilion master's accomplishments in swordsmanship. I think at the beginning, Yunzong Luo Changqing praised Yu Shangrong's swordsmanship in public more than once, but wasn't everything Yu Shangrong learned all taught by the pavilion master? "

Disciple is so terrible.

How can the master be bad?

Gong Yuandu said hoarsely: "I admire and admire. Ordinary kendo masters can only condense their qi into qi. The real kendo masters are all things as swords."

In the face of this group of flattery, Lu Zhou did not fluctuate, but stroked his beard: "The trick of carving insects is not worth mentioning. You can stop this trick."

So why didn't he stop?

click -

The coffin lid swirled upwards.

An internal qi swelled to the surroundings, and a figure came out.

call!

Gong Yuan appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The face is unkempt, like a primitive man, with a full beard... The body is wrapped in rags, the arms are full of dirt, and the skin is basically invisible.

This is the first kendo genius in Northern Capital, Gong Yuandu's true face of Mount Lu.

Like a pulped mummy.

Seeing everyone take a step back.

This is due to living in a coffin for a long time.

Ordinary practitioners, when they enter Tongxuan, can eat less... When they enter the Brahma Sea, they usually eat one meal every three or five days, and then they can survive. After entering the divine court, you can eat and drink once every ten days and a half a month. Once you have entered the primordial spirit, you can eat the primordial energy of the world... but if it takes too long, you also need to supplement food.

It's hard to imagine how he survived in the coffin.

Eating, drinking and lhasa are only within a square inch, hunting rats and insects in the mausoleum?

I can't think about it carefully, I feel bad when I think about it.

The stench was blocked by their respective bodyguards.

His eyes were focused on him alone.

Gong Yuandu opened his eyes.

It seems that he is not used to the dazzling light... He adjusted for a while before setting his eyes on the wine table in front of him.

At the same time, he glanced at Lu Zhou.

"Brother Ji has changed." Gong Yuandu slowly took his seat.

"Oh?"

"Unable to speak."

He raised his right hand.

The entire wine jar is suspended above the head, with its head up.

The wine in the wine jar falls like a waterfall.

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong...

"happy!"

compare to.

Lu Zhou, holding a small wine glass and taking a sip of wine, seemed petty.

Finish a jar.

Just wave.

The wine jar flew aside.

Landing slowly and accurately.

"Brother Ji... I'm not as good as before. If I fight with real swords and spears, I will definitely lose."

Gong Yuan said, the mud on his face fell off piece by piece.

Lu Zhou sighed: "Knowing that the deadline is coming, why bother with obsession?"

Gong Yuandu sighed and said, "Brother Ji, you are not as good as me."

"Oh?"

"It's not as cruel as me, it's better for me to be resolute and cold-blooded. To a certain extent, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. Back then, when I was defeated by you, you could kill me... and there would be no such thing as Challenges one after another, and the current situation." Gong Yuandu said.

Lu Zhou picked up the wine glass and said slowly:

"You do not understand."

Gong Yuan was puzzled.

Lu Zhou continued: "If you die, there will be no opponent in this seat. It's a bit boring to be at a high place."

"Brother Ji lifts it up."

To be so admired by the world's No. 1 devil, Gong Yuan's heart is full of joy, but the mud on his face, and the reason that he has been living in the coffin for a long time, there is almost no fluctuation on the surface.

"The wine is coming." Gong Yuandu waved his hand.

The female practitioners nearby quickly moved in dozens of altars of century-old wine.

Pan Litian was jealous for a while.

No matter how many centuries-old wines of Motian Pavilion are, they can't stand such a drinking method.

How could Gong Yuandu take into account Pan Litian's feelings and drink to the altar again.

A jar of wine, drink it up in a moment.

"I also ask Brother Ji to satisfy my last regret as a dying person." Gong Yuan bowed his hands.

"In that case... this seat will fulfill you." Lu Zhou said lightly.

"Old rules, use Tao to discuss swords."

Gong Yuan swept over Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao.

Hua Wudao stood up and explained the previous matter again.

Even if he didn't say it, Lu Zhou understood what Gong Yuandu meant.

When he was in the Jianxu Mausoleum, he also said that his cultivation was greatly reduced, and it was even more impossible to have any means of destroying the sky and destroying the earth to fight him.

Snapped!

Gong Yuan turned over with a single palm,

The wine jar in front of him flew up.

The drink is spilled.

Fall to the ground.

The same taiji seal as before appeared on the ground, and then two instruments were created and four images were transformed.

When it was printed, the Dao Dao Jian Gang appeared in front of him.

Same trick...

How will the first devil in the world deal with it?

Pan Litian, who was defeated by this move just now, narrowed his eyes, trying to see every detail of Lu Zhou.

However, he found that Lu Zhou was always holding the wine glass, motionless.

In the deep eyes, there is extreme self-confidence... Is it self-confidence or conceit?

huh, huh, huh...

When several swords flew in.

Lu Zhou suddenly threw the cup.

The wine glass spun, and a Tai Chi mark appeared.

Pan Litian frowned: "The old judgment is correct..."

boom!

When Tai Chi blocked the sword, Lu Zhou's palm dropped.

Snapped!

Array smashed.

Tai Chi disappeared.

The Four Elephants Sword Formation also disappeared... The only difference was that Gong Yuan did not have any sword gangs left.

Leng Luo held his hands and said, "The same tricks are used by different people, and the effect is so different."

Pan Litian blushed and said, "Stop running on me..."

Leng Luo won't let this meeting go, just now Pan Litian ran on him a lot.

"The limit of mysticism has reached... a draw."

Gong Yuandu shook his head: "This move will defeat me."

He looked at Leng Luo and the others, and said slowly: "The consumption of the four-image formation is more than four times that of Taiji Yin. Although Brother Ji slaps a palm, the overall consumption is far lower than me! Hit the maximum with the least energy. Power, I am convinced..."

Lu Zhou was calm and didn't care about his flattery.

This is just a part of his experience in practicing kendo for so many years.

I just didn't expect it to be used in this situation.

Gong Yuandu grabbed the wine jar and fluttered in the air...

call!

The wine in the wine jar spilled out.

"Come again!"

The wine jar suddenly burst open.

The wine condensed into sharp blades!

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