"Oh, is that? That's good. I think this is what Sister Qian'er wants to see the most!" Ying Feizi nodded casually, but looking at her ordinary appearance, she obviously has a good reputation for the cultivation talent mentioned in Lushankou.

Not cared about it.

As a martial saint-level existence, Ying Feizi can be said to be at the peak of the cultivation world and one of the largest rulers in the entire China. He doesn’t know how many so-called peerless geniuses he has seen. Even the monster-like

Ying Feizi has also guided several geniuses in practicing!

The Beizhou where Lushan is located is far from Shenzhou in its cultivation path, so Ying Feizi's attitude is naturally understandable. In addition, Ying Feizi also felt in his heart that the reason why Lushan praised a younger generation was praised by him was a junior.

, there is also the reason why the other party is the person he likes, just love Wu and Wu.

"Old bastard, look at your appearance and you don't think so!" After being a brother for so many years, Ying Feizi's reaction naturally could not escape Lu Shan's eyes. A trace of cunning flashed through his chaotic eyes, and his tone turned and said proudly: "For

I really dare to say this junior, even in the entire China, I can be regarded as one of the best peerless geniuses in the younger generation."

Before I saw Qin Mo today, Lushan really didn't dare to boast about this Haikou. But when I really learned from Qin Mo that the legendary monster Qin Mo, who has been rumored outside for a long time, was his student Qin Mo,

Lushan was sure that not to mention Shenzhou, even if it was placed in Jiuzhou, Qin Mo's cultivation talent was still a young and supreme genius.

Let me ask, who in the entire Shenzhou can confront the old monster of the Wu Zun level with the peak of the Martial Emperor's cultivation, especially the stunning shot produced by Lu Yizhuang's finger force, which contains the power

It is no less than the full-strength attack of the Emperor-level Great Perfection Warrior, and it is even worse than that.

Lushan also believed that Qin Mo really had the real strength to cut off Shentu Zhuang Wen's arm, rather than relying on luck to win by luck. It can be said that Qin Mo

The excellence has far exceeded Lushan's imagination.

"Old thief, the junior you are talking about is the little guy with a gun outside!" Ying Feizi suddenly remembered that when he just walked into the pavilion, he seemed to see a little guy with broken clothes and shaking clothes in the ruins.

He stood with a spear and stood up with difficulty, and he couldn't help but ask in his heart.

There was no way, all the younger generations at the post station were oppressed by Lu Yizhuang's momentum and fainted in the courtyard. Only a young man with a gun stood on the ruins, and it was difficult not to attract Ying Feizi's attention.

"Not bad! It's that little guy, his name is Qin Mo! He is eighteen years old, with the peak Martial Emperor's cultivation level!" Lu Shan nodded with a smile, without any concealing his admiration in his eyes.

"The cultivation level of the peak Martial Emperor? Haha, old thief, you're too confident!" Ying Feizi didn't care at first and laughed, but in an instant, he seemed to remember something, and the laughter stopped abruptly, looking at him with disbelief with a look of disbelief.

To Lushan, "What did you say, he is only eighteen years old?"

"Not bad!" Seeing Ying Feizi showing a surprised look, Lu Shan nodded as if he was very enjoyable, narrowed his eyes and repeated affirmation, "The eighteen-year-old peak Martial Emperor."

"I reached the peak of the Martial Emperor at the age of eighteen. This talent of cultivation is indeed a monster among the monsters. Even if it is placed in the entire Shenzhou, it is rare! I remember that when I was eighteen, I was only at the peak of the Martial King's cultivation level." Ying Feizidian

He nodded, and the surprise in his eyes remained undiminished.

"Old bastard, I dare to say that in this martial arts competition, this boy will definitely be among the top twenty!" Lu Shan said with a positive look on his face.

"Well, old thief, although I have to admit that the Qin Mo you mentioned is indeed a monster genius, but even Sister Qian'er's junior, you can't be so blind and confident, the peak Martial Emperor wants to compete in martial arts.

Entering the top 20? This is simply impossible!" Ying Feizi looked at Lushan speechlessly. Although Ying Feizi was shocked by Qin Mo's cultivation, he did not agree.

Just kidding, from ancient times to the present, among the top 20 contestants in the martial arts competition, the minimum cultivation level is at least at the imperial level. It would be good if a small martial emperor realm could enter the top 100.

If Qin Mo was given another ten years, Ying Feizi believed that Qin Mo would definitely have a place in the top 20. But now, it is impossible.

"Old bastard, do you dare to bet on a jar of thousands of years of flower brews in your cellar!" Lu Shan smiled coldly and looked at Ying Feizi contemptuously. At this time, Lu Shan finally revealed his fox's tail, if he earned it because of it.

It would be a big profit if you come to drink the pot of a hundred flowers.

A hundred years ago, when I first tasted the Hundred Flowers Brew, the fragrant aroma has made Lushan Mountain feel endless aftertaste, and the jar of Hundred Flowers Brew is only a hundred years old. It is rumored that the ancestor of the Ying family has had a good wine for dozens of jars and thousands of years.

The cellar-age Hundred Flowers wine is the top ten famous wines.

"Thousand-year-old flower wine? You, the old thief, dared to speak! If you hadn't instigated me to steal the flower wine, how could I be beaten by my ancestors for a month to get out of bed!" Having said this, Ying Feizi

I couldn't help but shivered and subconsciously touched my butt. It seemed that the shadow left by that year was still lingering.

"It seems like I didn't drink it back then!" Lu Shan looked at Ying Feizi with contempt, and spoke excitedly, "How about it, do you dare to gamble!"

"Fuck, I only drank one bowl back then, and the rest was all drunk by you, the old guy!" Speaking of the past, Ying Feizi was so angry that he said, "Go a bet, but if it were that little guy

If you can't enter the top twenty, give me the statue of Sister Qian'er!"

"That statue is not good!" Lushan refused decisively, without any room for negotiation. When Ying Feizi was about to get angry, Lushan suddenly said, "You can give the materials and carve another bottle for you!"

"I really miss the days when the Three Musketeers made their way back then!" Lu Shan sighed in his heart. Ying Feizi's feelings for Qin Qian'er are not lower than that of him. How could Lu Shan not know? Even if he doesn't have this bet, as long as Ying Fei is, he will only have to win Fei.

When Zi opened his mouth, Lushan would still carve a bottle for Ying Feizi, not for anything else, just because of the feelings back then.

"Okay, deal!" Ying Feizi also knew that it was impossible to want the statue carved by Lushan back then, so he could only settle for the second best, but Ying Feizi believed that with the master-level carving level of Lushan, plus the

With my understanding of Sister Qian'er, the sculptures carved will definitely not be worse than that one.

"Hehe, old thief, that..., tell me what materials do you need, I'll go find it as soon as possible! You must have the best one! You must look better than your bottle!" Ying Feizi said with a smirk and said with a sarcastic look.

It seemed as if I had just made a bet that I had a sure win, and I was content with myself.

"Don't be too proud too early! Old bastard, hurry up and ask your ancestor for a jar of thousands of years of flower brewing! Don't fool me with the hundred-year-old ones!" After Lu Shan said, he showed a wicked smile, "Let me see you first."

At the bottom, the little guy outside is Qin Mo who has been rumored to be very popular recently! Haha!"

"Tsk, no matter if you Qin Mo is still silent, you want to enter the top twenty with the Martial Emperor Realm... Wait, old thief, that little guy outside will be killed by Shentu Zhuangwen from the Chongqing Li Realm.

Qin Mo!" Ying Feizi, who originally thought he was sure to win, was stunned and looked at Lu Shan in shock and asked.

Some time ago, the opening of the Chongqing Li Realm shocked China. Even the other eight states rushed to the Chongqing Li Realm after receiving the news. Zhurong's inheritance of the Lord God, this alone is enough to make the world crazy.

Not to mention the unopened inheritance domain realm, the spiritual treasures contained in it.

If it weren't for the fact that our ancestors stopped him and said that the Chongli Realm was not like the ordinary Realm, but was left with the main god, and it was mysterious and extremely dangerous inside. Even if an existence of the saint class breaks in, there will be something that is accidentally

It is better to let the younger generation go in and then make plans for the danger of falling. Otherwise, with Ying Feizi's personality, he would have run in long ago.

"Yes, the little guy outside who broke Shentu Zhuangwen's arm!" At this time, Lu Shan couldn't help but laughed. He looked like a villain, and there was no place before.

Take the mighty and powerful Martial Master at will.

"This is impossible. Shentu Zhuangwen's cultivation level has already reached the Great Perfection of the Emperor level. Under Wu Zun, few people are Shentu Zhuangwen's opponents! Could it be..." Speaking of this, Ying Feizi beat up and had a deep sense of divine thoughts

He came out of his body and directly covered Qin Mo. "No, the little guy outside is indeed only the peak cultivation level of the Martial Emperor. With his cultivation level, how could he hurt Shentu Zhuangwen?"

"No, it's impossible. With that little guy's weak physique, which is so weak that the wind blows, can he be the opponent of Shentu Zhuangwen? Old thief, come and fool me." Qin Mo's first inspiration to Ying Feizi was

He is listless and has weak qi and blood. His foundation can be said to be worse than the average Martial Emperor's peak, and there is nothing strange at all.

"Haha, the qi and blood are weak? The spirit is depressed? Try to use the peak cultivation level of the Martial Emperor to withstand the pressure of an old monster in the Martial Lord realm and break the fingering force of 30% of the Martial Lord realm!" Lu Shan laughed,

When he saw Ying Zifei, whose mouth was slowly opening into a round shape, he couldn't help but become more and more proud.

"Shu!" Ying Zifei's figure flashed and disappeared into the pavilion, appeared in front of Qin Mo, squatting invisibly and looking at Qin Mo curiously, and from time to time, making tsk sounds.

There were constant sounds of tsk sounds coming from beside him. Qin Mo, who was healing, frowned and couldn't help but open his eyes. The first thing he saw was that he was dressed in disheveled clothes, his hair was messy, his eyes were black, and his face was bruised like a beggar.

Middle-mannian was squatting in front of him and looking at him with curiosity, and from time to time he could tick a sound.

Qin Mo was so scared that he stood up and couldn't help but take two steps back and look alert to the middle-aged man who looked a little familiar. He really couldn't figure out why this middle-aged man, who was like a beggar, appeared here and even himself.

It can't sense at all.
Chapter completed!