Chapter 506: Lingyun Sect's leader?
Jiang Ming was a little surprised when he heard this.
When I was in Daotian Sect, I heard that Lingyun Sect's strength had also greatly improved, and it was now a well-known force on the mainland.
But in today's continent, Daotian Sect is already the number one sect. I have heard before that there have been competitions between the two sects, which are also held for disciples to exchange experiences.
I didn’t expect that the leaders of the two sects would actually compete with each other?
At this time, the boss continued: "That being said, everyone in the mainland who practices cultivation knows that the one standing at the top is Master Zhuoli. In comparison, he is still a long way behind."
Jiang Ming nodded, and the boss continued to talk.
However, Jiang Ming was not very interested and was only thinking about the affairs of Daotian Sect and Lingyun Sect.
Speaking of which, before he fought with Zhuoli, he had not heard of any big movement between the two sects. How did they suddenly think of fighting? At this time, the wine was served, and the boss bowed respectfully.
"Gentlemen, your wine has been served. If it is not enough, just let us know. If the appetizers are not enough, just tell us directly and we will get them right away!" The boss is a straightforward man.
"Got it, go down." Jiang Ming waved his hand.
After saying that, the boss went downstairs.
Jiang Ming then decisively picked up the wine jar and poured it directly into the bowl. This heroic way of pouring wine did not spill any wine.
But for Jiang Ming, he hadn't had a drink or eaten meat for a long time. He had been fighting with others over the years, or traveling through the universe every day. He hadn't tasted wine or meat for a long time.
Now that I think about it, the last time I ate it, I was drinking the jade wine given by Xiang Yuyang.
Looking back, it is indeed difficult for worldly wine to reach that level.
But there is no need to be greedy for that taste now. Live in the present and naturally savor the food of the moment.
"Come on, drink a bowl first!" Jiang Ming raised the bowl and swallowed it.
After taking a sip of the wine, Jiang Ming felt a refreshing feeling running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he felt like he had come alive.
At this time, Zhuoli also took a sip, but he was not as anxious as Jiang Ming, and it had a somewhat elegant taste.
Seeing this, Jiang Ming leaned on the table with his hands folded, and said with a smile: "Hey, you said you are bored staying alone in Wuming Peak every day, you should go out more often like now."
Zhuoli glanced at Jiang Ming and said calmly, "I am originally from the demon race and have nothing to do with the human race. Why should I keep wandering around in the human world?"
Jiang Ming smiled and said, "That's not right. Didn't you come here to hang out and drink decades ago? You don't have to stick to the rules. At least in Daotian Sect, no one will be prejudiced against you."
Zhuoli took another sip of wine, put down the bowl, and thought for a while.
"You humans have a saying, 'People with different ideals cannot work together.' You and I were originally rivals, but now that I have lost to you, I should regard you as a brother. It's just that the others are still not good enough." Zhuoli said, still showing an arrogant attitude.
"Why are you still the same? Have you never thought of going anywhere else in these five thousand years?" Jiang Ming asked.
"I haven't thought about it." Zhuoli replied.
Hearing this, Jiang Ming sighed.
This guy is really only focused on fighting and has nothing else in his mind. Are all the demons like this? Now they have finished their sparring. Although they came here just to spend some money and relax after the battle, they have no other topics to talk about now. No matter how good the wine is, it tastes bland.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming seemed to have thought of something and said, "It's no fun to drink like this. How about we take these wines and go see the two people the boss mentioned just now sparring?"
Zhuoli frowned slightly: "What's the point of a contest between weaklings?"
Jiang Ming smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand this. The battle never ends. Since you can't defeat me, it's not bad to watch other people fight as a sideshow, right?"
"What's more, pointing out the shortcomings of the younger generation is also a time to show your vision."
Zhuoli said calmly: "I am not a human, I am a demon."
Jiang Ming smiled and waved his hands, saying, "What kind of person or demon? That was tens of thousands of years ago. Besides, you have already lost to me. According to the agreement, you cannot attack others at will. I trust you very much."
Zhuoli pondered for a moment, and finally nodded in compromise.
Seeing this, Jiang Ming had a triumphant expression.
With Zhuoli's strength, let alone in the Cangxuan Continent, even in this plane, there are only a handful of people who can fight him.
This is still an exaggeration.
After all, Jiang Ming has not found all the strong men in the entire plane. For example, he has not found the body of Heavenly Dao yet, so there is no guarantee that other strong men may be hiding somewhere.
But Jiang Ming can be sure that Zhuoli's strength can definitely rank among the top three in this plane.
If he can have a sense of belonging to Daotian Sect, then Daotian Sect will be worry-free! The outcome between Jiang Ming and Tiandao is unpredictable, and he must be prepared for the worst. At least the foundation left by his master and others cannot be ruined in his hands.
Once everything here is arranged, he will set off again.
Jiang Ming looked at the wine in the bowl, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Whether it was life or death, he was prepared.
He drank the bowl of wine in one gulp and waved his hand.
In an instant, the two men, along with the table and chairs, disappeared into the tavern.
The waiter, who was always unwilling to be careless, was stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't react at all. The two people, along with the table, chairs, and drinks, all disappeared!
Moreover, these tables were fixed with iron nails, and they all disappeared without a sound? ?
"What the hell... Boss, Boss!"
The waiter felt a chill down his spine and quickly ran to call for the shopkeeper.
…
now.
Jiang Ming and Zhuoli arrived above Daotian Sect.
According to the boss, Song Baiyi should be fighting with the leader of Lingyun Sect somewhere, so he decided to go to the sky above Daotian Sect to check first.
Under them, the clouds were like cushions, supporting the two of them. The table and wine were placed here, adding a unique flavor.
The clouds just happened to cover the figures of the two people, and no one noticed that they were drinking in the sky.
“Here I come.”
Suddenly, Zhuoli held the wine bowl between two fingers and said calmly.
Hearing this, Jiang Ming also realized that another breath was coming from the southeast.
As expected, a group of people came riding on flying magical instruments, led by a woman. What was somewhat unexpected was that this woman also used a sword.
"Um?"
Jiang Ming frowned slightly.
There are very few sword cultivators in this world. Apart from the Daotian Sect which has the inheritance he left behind, it stands to reason that other sects should not be able to cultivate powerful sword cultivators, not even Lin Congyun.
This woman is...
"Hiss! Isn't this the girl named Tang?" Jiang Ming suddenly thought.
(End of this chapter)
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