City: I became an immortal emperor who refused to inherit the family property

"Slow down, vomit."

I've heard of motion sickness and seasickness, but this is the first time I've heard of flying sword.

At the beginning, Ma Jian felt good and was eager to try, but after flying for a while, he felt dizzy, as if he would fall in the next second.

[...The host drank at the class reunion before, the wine was almost consumed, but then he drank again, and now the alcohol is strong, and I can't do anything. 】

[Just talk about being drunk and making mistakes, you still don't believe it, are you stupid now? 】

The system grunted and complained, turned and ran away.

Ma Jian shook his head, forcing himself to wake up.

The little junior brother thoughtfully slowed down the speed.

"You drank a lot of bars with your senior brother just now, and your senior brother passed out. You can still persist like this. Your alcohol capacity is really good."

"I've never drank alcohol."

"I don't remember drinking alcohol, but the master said that I stole alcohol when I was a child, and after drinking one cup, I became drunk for three days."

The younger juniors were chattering and chatting, and the speed had indeed slowed down.

At this time, in the suburban hotel, a room was brightly lit, and the white-haired old man was pacing back and forth in it, looking very panicked.

"This kid is so bold that he dares to take revenge alone."

"It seems that I spoiled him too much, which made him so ignorant that he rushed out without even asking the truth of the matter."

"When he comes back, he must teach them a lesson."

Although he was blaming, the old man's face was obviously more worried.

This old man is none other than Xia Meng and Ren Jie's master, Zhang Haiming.

He looked at the window from time to time, but there was no sign of him, and the worry on his face became more and more obvious.

Just when he finally couldn't help but wanted to go out and have a look by himself, a voice finally came from outside.

"came back."

Immediately overjoyed, he quickly opened the window.

In the next second, four flying swords and six people came in from the window.

six people?
The old man took a closer look to make sure that he was not mistaken, and was about to ask who the extra person was, when he found Ren Jie fainted on the ground.

"Jay!"

He exclaimed, ignoring the sudden extra stranger, and hurried up to check.

But after checking with aura, it was found that there were no scars on Ren Jie's body, but a faint smell of alcohol.

Originally, there was a small patch of red on his forehead, but after a period of time, the patch of red has been peeled off, and no trace can be seen at all.

The four younger juniors quickly stood up and explained.

"Master, brother, he was drunk, and then he was too happy, vomited from joy, and then passed out."

"Yes, we all saw it."

The four nodded repeatedly.

A black line flashed across Zhang Haiming's face.

"What is vomiting from joy? Did your brother vomit from drinking?"

The four juniors were puzzled for a while, and after careful consideration, this was indeed the case, and they nodded again.

Zhang Haiming was immediately displeased: "Why is this child so ignorant? A cultivator must stay away from the temptations of the world, how can he still drink and vomit?"

Drinking and throwing up...

To vomit blood is to vomit, and to vomit wine is also to vomit. Although it sounds like there is something wrong, when you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong.

The four juniors looked at each other.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with that.

After confirming that there were no injuries on Ren Jie's body, Zhang Haiming breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes fell on Ma Jian again.

"Who is this?"

Yujian flew along the way, which made Ma Jian's original dizziness aggravated and his head was not clear. When he saw Zhang Haiming at this time, he went up and grabbed his hand.

"You are Ren Jie's master, hello, hello, I have known you for a long time."

"Ren Jie and I hit it off right away, and then we went to have a meal together, that's why we got drunk, hehe."

When he opened his mouth to speak, he smelled of alcohol again.

This further proves that Ren Jie was indeed drunk.

Suffering from a headache from the strong smell of alcohol, Zhang Haiming frowned, and when he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Excellent physique."

After confirming that Ma Jian was not threatening, Zhang Haiming began to look carefully.

You can see the problem at a glance.

A cultivator always has a distinctive temperament, surrounded by aura.

But as long as Ma Jian stood there, he looked obviously drunk, but he could still see his extraordinary demeanor.

The aura on his body is very strong, and it is not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

There is no need to talk about others, but none of the four disciples here can compare with him, not even Ren Jie.

Taking a closer look, this person's cultivation qualifications are clearly among the dragons and phoenixes in the world.

Zhang Haiming's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "This little fellow Taoist has extraordinary physical skills, I don't know where his teacher came from?"

"I don't have a teacher, I just practice casually by myself. If I want to say it, I am a casual cultivator."

"Loose repair?"

Zhang Haiming was overjoyed instantly, and he didn't care about his apprentice, so he threw Ren Jie on the ground again.

The poor dizzy Ren Jie was thrown on the ground when he came in through the window, and was finally hugged by the master, and now he was thrown on the ground again with a bang.

Hearing this sound makes the back of my head hurt.

Fortunately, he is a cultivator, and his level is not too low. He has already strengthened his whole body. Otherwise, if he is an ordinary person, he will be thrown out of the matter even if he is fine. To say the least, he is a concussion and dementia .

"The young talent is actually a casual cultivator, hahaha, that's really a pity."

If you can restrain the smile on your face a little bit when you say it's a pity, it will still have some credibility.

Zhang Haiming had an old face, and his smile was full of creases.

"The years of cultivating immortals are long, and it is inevitable to be lonely alone. I don't know what other plans the little fellow Taoist has?"

"Or do you have any other friends? But from my point of view, there are not many people in this world who can possess such cultivation and temperament at such a young age like little fellow daoist."

"It's a blessing for my stupid apprentice to get to know the little fellow daoist, but I don't know how the two of you met? If there is a destiny, maybe you can become a close friend."

Without thinking too much, Ma Jian opened his mouth to answer.

"It's not a big deal. You are young and vigorous, and you don't know each other without fighting."

"Your old man is still very good at teaching apprentices. The two of us had a great time playing together, and then we became friends."

"Not only that, but we also agreed to fight for [-] rounds."

Mentioning this agreement, Ma Jian was eager to try.

Zhang Haiming laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, it's a good thing that you young people compete with each other."

"After Jie'er wakes up, I will definitely let him compete with you."

Ren Jie, who was in a coma, seemed to have noticed something, and his whole body trembled, but he quickly recovered and continued to fall asleep.

After he woke up, he probably couldn't fall asleep for a long time.