Master Huang chased the Black Panther all the way away. Not long after, a person appeared next to the big pit. Watermark Advertising Test. Watermark Advertising Test.

The man was in his early forties, his facial features were as if he was cut by a knife, and his figure exuded an indescribable depression.

He held a wine gourd in his hand and walked around, as if he was drunk and could fall drunk on the side of the road at any time.

Standing at the edge of the big pit, a ray of sperm flashed suddenly in the drunken eyes of the uncle, and he murmured to himself: "It is indeed the aura of the forbidden spell. The one who can cast the forbidden spell must be the master. How can this person enter the Baiyun Dungeon?"

He walked around the pit, drinking wine constantly, and calculating his steps in his heart, looking a little surprised: "No more or less, just one kilometer. This person's attainment of forbidden curse has at least reached a great level. Among the eight masters, no one has this ability. Who is he?"

After talking to himself for a while, the drunk uncle simply sat on the ground, stared at the big pit for half an hour, and suddenly started to talk to himself again: "There was an envoy who practiced special skills that could hide his own breath and conceal the instrument detection. Could it be that this person came from the fairy and was ordered to perform a mission in this Baiyun Dungeon?"

Speaking of this, he sighed: "I still underestimated the two hidden sects of Shenyin and Immortal Trace. It seems that I am not the only one who knows that the thing is hidden in the Baiyun Dungeon, Shenyin and Immortal Trace also has to attack that thing. With my current skills, it is difficult to get that thing..."

The drunk uncle looked even more lonely. At his level, he had already understood a truth: as long as he was attracted by the gods and immortals, they would not even have the courage to fight for.

He fell to the side of the road and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

It’s strange that the wine from that wine gourd seems to be endless, flowing out continuously.

Two hours later, a team of people rushed from a distance.

This team of adventurers feels like returning home with a full load. Everyone is carrying large bags of animal skins, and the smell of blood cannot cover up the joy of picking up bargains in their hearts.

The animal skin in front of me was only part of their trophy, and many animal skins were hidden in secret places, and they were taken out together when they left the dungeon.

"Master Qi, is there a person lying there? Is it dead?" A sharp-eyed mercenary spoke.

"What a heavy smell of alcohol. What's going on with this person? I ran to the dungeon to get drunk?" Another mercenary with a very skilled nose was confused.

The leader Long Qi walked over and looked carefully, and suddenly his whole body was shocked and he knelt down: "I'll pay homage to Grandmaster Gu!"

When the other mercenaries heard this, they were so scared that they were no longer looking at each other and fell to the ground.

It is an unwritten rule to kneel down when you see the great master.

Looking at the drunken and unconscious uncle, the mercenaries also remembered a legendary figure.

Among the eight masters of the Eastern Kingdom, there is only one master with the surname Gu, named Gu Shu Changqing.

This person also has a nickname, Gu Sandao. It is said that he never uses the fourth sword against the enemy.

The ancient tree at its peak was evergreen, with its superb swordsmanship and was once known as the world's number one swordsman.

Ling Cong secretly glanced at the drunken man, his eyes were extremely hot and endless admiration.

Thinking about the founder of "Three Swords" practiced when the great clever soul resonated with each other, the ancient tree Changqing. Although the Three Swords are just basic combat skills, they are known as the first foundation-building sword technique at that time and have been unanimously praised by countless experts.

Since his sudden enlightenment, he found his talented and specialized intelligence and regarded Gu Sandao as his idol. Today he actually saw this idol-level figure with his own eyes.

Although the other mercenaries were not fans of Gu Sandao, they also showed a strong respect.

That is not only the low-level warriors' awe of the great masters, but also the admiration of ordinary people for heroes.

When some foreign media complained about the Grandmaster of the East, they often said that the Grandmaster of the East was only "seven and a half".

And that half of the master refers to the evergreen ancient tree.

Looking back at that time, Gu Shu Changqing was a serious nine-star master. With the title of the world's number one swordsman, he was extremely glorious. Sixteen years ago, a high-level dungeon in Tianhe City inexplicably opened the reverse portal, and tens of thousands of strange beasts rushed out, and the nearby ancient tree Changqing killed all the strange beasts.

Seeing that more strange beasts were surging out, the ancient tree Changqing used the forbidden spell that he was not skilled enough to completely melt the dungeon. The result of this was that he was backfired by the forbidden spell and vomited blood and fell into a coma on the spot.

Gu Sandao, who was rescued, lost most of his skills, and fell from a nine-star warrior to a seven-star warrior!

The story has not ended here. According to the consultations of several famous doctors at that time, the ancient tree Changqing was backfired too much and was attacked by evil forces hidden in the dungeon of alien races. He never returned to his peak in his life, and he could not even practice to the eight-star level again.

Simply put, a master of the generation can only be a seven-star warrior for the rest of his life.

Everyone understands how great sacrifice the ancient tree has made. If he had not put the forbidden curse at that time, millions of residents of Tianhe City would have suffered a devastating disaster.

Since then, the ancient trees have always been the most tragic hero in the Eastern Kingdom.

For sixteen years, this tragic hero has been drunk all day long, wandering in every corner of the world, and has gradually been forgotten by the world.

No one expected that the former Grandmaster would fall into the Baiyun Dungeon today.

Facing the kneeling of a group of mercenaries, the drunk uncle opened his eyes and said impatiently: "You have recognized the wrong person, leave quickly, don't disturb me to sleep."

The mercenaries were silent and left helplessly.

Ling Cong took a few steps, his eyes were extremely unwilling. He suddenly gritted his teeth and ran back like crazy.

Under the shocked gaze of his companions, Da Congming knelt in front of the drunkard uncle with a pounce: "Senior Gu, please accept me as your disciple!"

Bang!

The drunk uncle lies down and doesn't move, but Da Cangming flew backwards for more than ten steps and fell so hard that he couldn't take care of himself.

At this time, the drunk uncle spoke: "Get out, I'm in a bad mood today, don't force me to start a massacre!"

Da Cangming got up from the ground and ran over again.

"Ling Cong, come back!"

Long Qi quickly spoke out to stop him. Youdao is a lean camel bigger than a horse, and the ancient tree Changqing is now a seven-star powerhouse. If he really wants him to get angry, he can destroy this group of mercenaries by turning his hands.

But Da Congming was very persistent, so he rushed over and knelt down again: "Senior Gu, please accept me as his disciple!"

Bang!

This time, everyone saw Senior Gu take action, and he slapped Da Cangming out of the twenty-six steps away.

Then Senior Gu cursed irritably: "The last time you said, you recognized the wrong person!"

Da Congming, who fell to the ground, had blood on his lips. He struggled for a few times and stood up again.
Chapter completed!