The prince and Song Laosan on the side both complained: As I said just now, this is something that everyone in the mainland knows, but it has become "somewhat knowledgeable"! Does this also require knowledge?
Besides, the prairie eagle and the condor have been able to fight alone against the eagles in the snow-capped mountains for many years, but the wind sword god Feng Juanyun has also wiped out the prairie wolves many times, and the record is no less than that of the eagle fighting in the air, so how can it be wasted?
What’s the point of gaining a false reputation?!
However, these two people are also very human beings. They had already heard something from the conversation between Jun Moxie and Ying Bukong. Thinking of the majesty of the eight great masters who dominated the world, they all sat upright. How could they dare to raise objections?
"In addition to the above eight recognized great masters, there is also the Supreme Killer Chu Qihun." Speaking of this name, Jun Moxie couldn't help but be fascinated in his heart: What kind of outstanding killer can be called the Supreme Killer?
I don’t know who is more powerful than the Evil Lord in his previous life?! I’m really... very curious.
When he thought of this, a strong fighting spirit arose in Jun Moxie's heart: There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Naturally, two supreme beings are not allowed to appear in the same industry! This is especially true in the profession of killer! And Jun Moxie, this
Can the unparalleled evil king who occupied the throne of the world's number one killer in his previous life tolerate someone actually putting pressure on him? The answer is naturally no!
At this moment, Jun Moxie suddenly felt vaguely in his heart that sooner or later there would be a battle between him and the killer supreme Chu Qinghun! This battle seemed to be destined to be inevitable!
"Young boy, although you have good knowledge, I still don't agree with what you said before about persistence." Although Ying Bokong was questioning, his tone had obviously softened a lot...
"This is easy to explain. Why did I mention at the end that the eagle fights with thousands of vultures in the snowy mountains? This is actually the reason!"
Jun Moxie sighed a little: "The vulture on the top of the snow peak, as we all know, is not an ordinary vulture; it is a real mysterious beast. Although the rank is slightly lower, it is what thousands of low-level mysterious beasts can do."
The attack effect caused is powerful enough to change from quantitative to qualitative changes. We all know that by practicing and fighting there, you can cultivate the mysterious power in your body and continuously increase it. The biting cold alone is enough to stimulate people's mysterious power.
Skills are improving step by step. Moreover, if you can deal with so many vultures at the same time, if you can finally defeat them, your practical experience will be greatly increased. Furthermore, you can also observe the flight path and attack movements of the vultures,
Learn your own moves from it.”
As Jun Moxie said that, Ying Bokong nodded with a smile, and I was deeply impressed by it: "Yes, this is indeed a good idea." Seeing the look on his face, Jun Moxie suddenly felt like spitting in his face.
The urge to spit: Look at your smug look. You are a master after all, why can't you be more reserved? No one here has seen through that you are the Prairie Eagle Condor Fighting Kong! You actually pretend to be mysterious! Of course,
That kid Yang Mo is an exception!
Jun Moxie suddenly realized a truth: It turns out that no matter whether they are ordinary people or officials, whether they are gangsters or masters, they all like to wear high hats. Look at the person in front of you, how comfortable it is to be photographed by me? I don’t know if this counts as this
The “De Gaulle” of the world?!
"So, Ying Bukong's practice method, although the process is extremely dangerous, and you can easily get killed in the belly of an eagle, it is a shortcut to practice. As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger, and Ying Bukong can achieve this, and he is worthy of it.
the Grand Master!"
Jun Moxie suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his heart, praised it enthusiastically, and took pictures without hesitation. Although this thing is disgusting, the cost is low, and it doesn't cost a penny.
Ying Bokong smiled happily. He knew his own affairs. Although he didn't despise his efforts to be recognized by others, he was so sought after by others today. It would be a lie to say he was unhappy.
"But!" Jun Moxie stopped, and changed the topic sharply: "Since this is a shortcut to success, and there are so many smart people in the world, wouldn't others have thought of it? In fact, those who practice Yu Xuefeng's martial arts since ancient times,
I believe that Ying Bukong is not alone. But only Ying Bokong has become the eight great masters, while the others are unknown! What does this mean?"
Ying Bokong was so patted by him that he blurted out: "Because those people are dead!" Thinking of the numerous bones buried by the wind and snow on the top of the snow peak, Ying Bokong felt a little sad, but mostly he was proud.
"That's right! What this senior said is right!" Jun Moxie praised enthusiastically: "Shortcuts are never equal to smooth roads. Those people are all dead, buried in the snowy peaks, and even become food for vultures, with no bones left."
"Of course they have found the right direction and chosen the right method, but they are also extremely persistent. It can even be said that each of them is more persistent than Ying Bukong, because they have been persistent until the moment of their own death!"
"But the world only knows Ying Bukong, but few people know who they are! Therefore, Ying Bukong's practice on the top of the snow peak is a good story, not any of their names. There is only one reason for this, because Ying Bukong succeeded
!They failed! It's that simple." Jun Moxie smiled.
"Anecdotes of so-called successful people have become inspirational stories one after another, not because of the stories themselves, but because the protagonists in these stories finally achieved success, so the stories are created. But at the same time, people who have the same experience as them even
People who are more persistent, harder working and more desperate than them, their experiences can also become stories, even more evocative and shocking. But just because they failed in the end, they were buried."
"Everyone can have a story, and even everyone can become a legend, but there must be a prerequisite - you must succeed first! Wealth is a kind of physical enjoyment, while poverty is a spiritual enjoyment. The only difference
The difference is that only the rich who have worked hard from poverty are qualified to enjoy poverty. The poverty of the poor is just suffering!"
Jun Moxie said so much in one breath, and his mouth felt a little dry. He grabbed the teapot and drank a lot from mouth to mouth. But no one around him felt that his move was rude. On the contrary, everyone
He had a thoughtful look on his face, slowly chewing on the deep meaning of his words.
"In the final analysis, I still have one sentence. Although Song Laosan worked hard, paid hard, and was persistent, his wine may be a good wine in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is not necessarily the best." Jun Moxie finally brought up the topic.
Going back around, there is a passage that not only praises Eagle Fighting Kong, but in the end returns to beating Song Laosan.
It can be said that Jun Moxie made a very clever circle.
The first time Jun Moxie saw Ying Bokong, he had already begun to doubt his identity. When he revealed Song Laosan's intermediate Tianxuan cultivation level, Jun Moxie was already five points certain.
After a little testing on the matter of the eight great masters, I had a firm idea in my mind. When it came to the fight between Ying Bukong and Feng Juanyun, judging from Ying Bukong's reaction, there was no suspense anymore...
This person is Ying Bukong!
I believe that even Wang Ye and Song Laosan have already figured it out. If Jun Moxie can't figure it out anymore, he might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
The best thing is that Ying Bokong has been hiding his identity and has no intention of revealing his identity, but Jun Moxie started praising him before revealing his identity. This fact really makes Ying Bokong feel very happy!
If a mysterious master like Song Laosan said these words, the effect would be far inferior to Jun Moxie's. Because what Jun Moxie showed at this moment was a completely lame and inferior character, and such a character
, can actually comment on the outcome between Ying Bukong and Feng Juanyun in such a "fair" way, then wouldn't other people know better?
How could Yingbo Kongzhong, who had never defeated Feng Juanyun in his life and was always in a draw, not use this? Looking at him squinting his eyes, nodding his head, and looking so light all over, it was already proven that Jun Moxie was so capable.
The "power" of words.
The more I look at this kid, the more I find it... pleasing to the eye!
"As you said, whether the wine is good or bad, you still have to taste it, not talk about it." Song Laosan was a little depressed. He took out the wine himself and told his experience, which aroused everyone's agreement. If nothing else,
If there is a wine competition at that time, even if the wines of both parties have the same taste, but they have their own preparations in front of them, the winner will belong to them!
As for this guy, let’s not talk about being late. As soon as he came in, he made people angry with a few words, but after rambling on and on, with some crooked reasoning, the limelight completely changed!
Although what he said does have some truth...
On the surface, the two of them did not mention the wine competition, but in fact, the competition had already started from the moment Song Laosan proposed the origin of his wine!
And what Jun Moxie said was a combination of elimination and attack, completely destroying the slight advantage that Song Laosan had!
This is creating momentum!
But while building momentum, Jun Moxie pursued maximizing profits, and it was this grassland eagle god, Ying Bukong! Now that Tianxiang City is turbulent, Ying Bukong's attitude is enough to turn the situation around! What's more, what Jun Moxie planned
From Ying Bukong's mouth, he learned how to use Xuan Dan, and slowly laid the foundation...
"Yes, yes, wine tasting is serious now! Who is better and who is worse, who wins and who loses, you will know after one taste." The prince laughed heartily. Compared with Song Laosan, under the prestige of eagle fighting in the sky, he
He is relatively calm and composed. After all, he is a prince and aristocrat of the royal family. Although Ying Bukong is famous all over the world, he is in a different circle. He may be admired and admired, but when it comes to other things, he may not have much influence.
a feeling of.
Even if you have feelings, there is nothing you can do! How can the emperor of any country command someone like Ying Bukong? In other words, if Ying Bukong wants to kill him, then no matter whether he is prepared or not, or how he is prepared, he will eventually be killed.
It is inevitable to die, so it is better to let nature take its course, neither deliberately offending nor deliberately soliciting. When you think about it this way, you will naturally feel calm.
"Yes, persistence does not necessarily lead to success. But those who succeed must be persistent!" Ying Bukong closed his eyes and thought for a long time before slowly saying this sentence, and said with a sigh: "Listen
After your words, I realized that it was completely unnecessary to admire someone for something before!"
Huh?! Jun Moxie was a little surprised. He didn't expect that with his words, he actually described the grassland eagle god as being willful. He thought like this in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Yes, we just need to clearly understand our goals and move towards it step by step."
To move forward, you don’t have to worry about whether those who came before you have fallen, or whether those who come after you can keep up. Because what we care about most is always whether we can reach the top in the end, and nothing else!"
"Well said!" Ying Bukong laughed loudly: "What we care most about is whether we can reach the top in the end and nothing else! Just for this sentence, it's a big show! Come on!"
Jun Moxie laughed and extended his hand to let Song Laosan drink the wine first. This action made the prince and the other three people startled. When tasting wine and dishes, it is most taboo to be preconceived.
Human feeling, especially in this kind of competition with strong stimulating taste, is more important. If two wines with the same taste and ingredients are competing, then the one who drinks it first will definitely win!
Is he really so confident? Several people looked at Jun Moxie with a big question mark in their hearts.
Song Laosan did not hesitate, waved his hand, the faint blue flashed almost imperceptibly, and the four wine glasses fell at the same time, quietly placed in front of everyone.
This skill was like flowing clouds and flowing water, extremely natural and smooth, and extremely free and easy. It attracted the little prince Yang Mo's two big eyes to be filled with admiration.
The mud seal was opened, and the rich aroma of wine instantly overflowed. Both Wang Ye and Ying Bukong couldn't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath.
These two people are both people who love wine, and they are also people who taste the best wines in the world. They have no choice but to show their identities. One is the prince of a country, and the other is the great master of the world. They want to drink.
What kind of wine can’t you drink!?
Before tasting wine, taste the aroma!
"It is indeed the best wine!" Ying Bokong said lightly: "As expected, he is a master of wine. He spent several years of hard work to obtain it. Just smelling this fragrance is already refreshing. Compared to the fine wines I have ever drunk.
, at most there are only two or three types that can be compared with it!"
Jun Moxie frowned. Although the aroma of the wine seemed mellow, it was too strong. Just like that high-grade perfume, if you only sprinkle a little on your body, it is enough to arouse people's reverie and make you look more noble and elegant, but if you sprinkle a bottle of it,
...that would be pungent and disgusting, and instead fall into the trap of cliché.
Song Shang held the wine jar with both hands, with a solemn expression and a sacred expression on his face. A blue light flashed, and the mysterious energy penetrated through the bottom of the jar. Under the stimulation, a bright wine arrow flew out and landed straight on a white jade
The wine glass was filled to the brim, and not even a drop of it spilled out.
Then came the second wine glass... The four glasses were all filled to the brim. The wine arrows seemed to never stop flowing, creating a gorgeous and fragrant rainbow in mid-air, but not a single drop of wine spilled into the glass.
Outside.
"Please!" Song Laosan raised his hand to signal, but he did not pick up the cup in front of him.