After three sips of spirits, Zhou Xing found that his tongue was already stupefied, his speech was inflexible, and his head was almost filled with lead, too heavy to lift. Zhou Xing hated the man who invented the wine, and could not wait to draw him closer and beat him up, and then greet all the eighteenth generations of his ancestors.

"How do you feel?" The old man asked with a smile.

Zhou Xing tried to sit up straight, opened his eyes as much as possible, and then looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, but what he could see was the endless, white expanse.

"Who on earth are you..." Zhou Xing originally wanted to ask why he saw no change before and after drinking, but he asked the wrong question with his mouth. This was the first time.

"Me? Just a sweeper." The old man smiled.

"Haha, yeah, how did I know why I asked?" Jiu Jin came up, and Zhou Xing no longer sat downright, relaxed his whole body, and the expression on his face became richer, but he mainly smirked, and asked vaguely after a moment. "Old man, do you know who I am?"

"Then who are you?" the old man asked him cooperatively.

"I, you can stand firm, listen carefully, I am the famous Zhou Xing!"

"Oh, you are Zhou Xing."

"That's right, the answer is correct! Too correct!... Then, do you know the Red Feather Secret Realm?"

"What's the matter with the Red Feather Secret Realm?"

"Hey, ordinary people I don’t tell him! I am killing all directions in the Red Feather Secret Realm, and I am invincible! What Purple Heaven Palace, what Zhenyi Sect, what Longevity Valley, what troubled Dragon Island, in front of our Tian Yuanzong, especially in my Zhou Xing In front of them, they are all shit! Not worth mentioning! I punched them down with one punch!"

"You are so brilliant."

"That must be! Don't look at who I am, I am Zhou Xing!"

"Then why are you so good? Are you bragging?"

"Absolutely not bragging! I can't bragging! Bragging is too difficult for me! Can't learn it!... Hey, tell you the truth, I am a lucky man with his own natural appearance, and I got thousands of middle-grades as soon as I entered the palace Spirit Pill, I just rely on these good things to crush them into slag, hahaha..."

"Oh, then you are really lucky, how many middle-grade aura pills are left now?"

"Oh, spending money is like running water, there are still thirty-five, poor!"

"Then what should I do next time I see them?"

"It's okay, don't worry, I still beat them down! Even if I can't, I still have a Tiexin Ding! Does Lingbao know? Have you seen it? Have you heard of it? Hehehe, I spent nearly five hundred middle-grade It was made from the spirit pill!..." The drunk Zhou Xing took Tiexinding out of the ring, hugged it tightly in his arms, and said with a smirk, "Tiexinding, mine, no one will give it!"

"Coincidentally, I also have a cauldron." The old man said, turning his hand over, and he held a small cauldron in his palm. The cauldron was crimson.

As soon as Zhou Xing saw the tripod, Jiu Jin went down for a few minutes. He stood up swayingly, looked at the small red tripod, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of tripod is this?"

The old man smiled and said, "This tripod also has a name, called Fenxianding."

"Fenxianding? Can you burn the gods? Old man, you are really not ashamed, the name is too big, I can't compare to my iron-hearted tripod, um, it's definitely not as good! It's definitely not as good!" Zhou Xing insisted and worked hard. Shook his head.

The old man smiled and ignored him. Instead, he pointed to the sea of ​​clouds and asked: "You look at the sea of ​​clouds now, what has changed from just now?"

Zhou Xing turned his head and looked around, and replied with a smile: "There are more clouds!"

"I think you drank too much!"

The old man kicked him suddenly angrily and knocked Zhou Xing down. The latter lay down and fell asleep.

When Zhou Xing woke up, he was already three rods in the sun. Seeing Tie Xin Ding in his arms, he couldn't help being taken aback and suddenly sat up. He tried his best to recall what happened before, vaguely remembering that some sweeping old men forced him to drink, and also brought out a red tripod to compare with him.

Zhou Xing looked around, where he could see the slightest figure of the old man, he suspected that he fell asleep while watching the clouds, and he was dreaming about everything afterwards. But there was indeed a scent of alcohol on his body, and the smell made him a headache.

Zhou Xing sighed, running the real dragon aura for a long time, his body suddenly vibrated, and the remaining alcoholic gas completely dissipated. Seeing the sun rise to the top of his head, he slept for nearly two hours. He couldn't help but regret again and again. While cursing the old man for harming others, he hurried to the lava lake.

Although there are no four fire dragons in the lava lake, the intensity of the fire attribute aura is not reduced at all. After Zhou Xing arrived, he immediately found a high platform to hang upside down, and the other disciples who had been stationed here for a long time practiced with the upside down method. Meditate normally. Even the disciples who first entered this place, after a brief astonishment, went to the countryside to follow the customs, and quickly adapted to this weird, efficient but painful practice.

When Zhou Xing absorbed the aura of the fire attribute, he still hadn't gotten rid of the annoyance of wasting two hours to sleep.

Asking himself, Zhou Xing believes that he has mediocre aptitude and ordinary understanding. The only thing he can rely on is to practice hard and make up for his weaknesses with diligence, so he can't waste a moment.

"That dead old man!" Zhou Xing was itching with hatred.

He used to go back to the high platform to meditate for two hours before cultivating upside down to adjust his internal breath, but now he changed his mind and stopped returning to the high platform, just hanging on like this.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Xing ran towards the highest point of Miao Miao Peak. First, Guanyun Wuquan, adjust the body and mind, and second, if he meets the old man again, he will have to scold him.

Soon, Zhou Xing ran to the top of the mountain again and looked around. Without seeing a single figure, he still sat where he sat yesterday, concentrating on Yunwu Quan.

This time, Zhou Xing still worked hard, even harder than yesterday. Because in his opinion, Guanyun didn't gain anything yesterday and a lot of time was wasted. It was a huge loss, so he must make up for it today, and he must observe his experience to improve his fist.

After a while, Zhou Xing looked dizzy again, and everything looked white.

"Dodge! Don't hinder me from sweeping the floor!" I don't know when, the old man in tattered clothes appeared again, still carrying the broken broom, and said coldly.

Zhou Xingzheng was worried that he had nowhere to spread the fire. When he saw him, he was full of joy and anger, just about to argue, but the old man spoke first and said indifferently: "Why is it you again? You fool is more stubborn than dust, why can't it be swept away? ?"

"This is not your home, I come as I want, and leave as I want!" Zhou Xing was furious.

The old man stopped talking, waved his broom and swept lightly, far from touching Zhou Xing, the latter suddenly felt a strong force holding him up, and then flew to the mountain wall not far away.

Zhou Xing was shocked, and hurriedly ran the real dragon energy to resist, but found that it had no effect.

Immediately, Zhou Xing fell from the mountain wall like a puddle of mud and fell to the ground.