Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Before the night was over, before the song ended, and before the crowd dispersed, Ye Xiaochuan got acquainted with many famous young elite disciples of Zheng Mo.

He has only heard of most of these people by name, but has never met them. Today he has seen the world.

He realized tonight that his social circle was still too narrow. Today's cultivators can easily mobilize millions of cultivators, which shows their huge scale.

But he had only come into contact with a few disciples similar to his own age before. His social circle was too narrow and his horizons were too narrow.

The dinner party he had arranged for tonight made him realize what it means to be outside the world and there are people outside the world. Righteousness is okay, after all, he is a disciple of Righteousness. He was influenced by Cangyun Sect when he was young, and he knows some famous young disciples. When these young disciples tell their names, Ye Xiaochuan can always find something about him in his mind.

some information about them.

It was different with the Demon Sect. He only knew about half of the more than thirty disciples of the Demon Sect, and he had almost never heard of the remaining half of their names.

For example, the young man with tied hair whom Zhou Wu introduced to him looked like a frail scholar, wearing a green robe.

At first, Ye Xiaochuan thought that this young scholar named Lu Haiya was the son-in-law of a certain casual cultivator in Zhengdao.

After Zhou Wuyi introduced him, he realized that this handsome scholar-looking guy was actually a close disciple of the Ghost Cultivator of the South China Sea.

There is also a stern young man with red eyes and red hair, whose name matches his appearance and is called Akitong. It is a very strange name, but he is the proud disciple of the top casual cultivator of the Demon Sect, Black Mountain Old Yao.

There are many disciples whose names Ye Xiaochuan has never heard of.

For example, Hu Jiumei's disciple Qin Shuang'er, Qianye Sage's beloved disciple Bowen Gu, etc.

I don’t know where Zhao Wuji invited these young masters to attend tonight’s dinner party. Anyway, before this, Ye Xiaochuan had never heard the names of these young people from the Demon Cult. These demon sect disciples are not famous, but their cultivation levels are terrifyingly high, especially Achitong, a disciple of the old demon from Black Mountain. If Ye Xiaochuan feels right, this young man who doesn’t talk much has already reached the level of cultivation. The peak state of Lingji, estimated

He plans to become a heavenly being in a few years.

This guy should be the master of cultivation second only to Qin Lan among the ninety-three Zhengmo disciples who attended the dinner party.

Ye Xiaochuan had told everyone before that tonight we would only talk about romance and bragging, not business matters.

As a result, no matter where he went, his disciples asked him in a roundabout way what he had said to Wan Yan Wu Lei and those people in the stone chamber in the afternoon, and why did those people mysteriously disappear again?

Ye Xiaochuan's answer to this kind of question is always the same: "I've told you eight hundred times that I was the only one who slept in a stone room with two birds for an afternoon. Why don't you believe me?" "No one believed this kind of nonsense. At that time, many disciples of Zhengdao and Demon Cult saw Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, Wan Yan Wu Lei, Feng Yuyan, and Wang Zaishan walking into the stone house together. Yes, there were strange things coming from the stone house later.

The sound of horns and the cries of two grown men.

Now Ye Xiaochuan said that he was taking a nap alone in the stone house. This was obviously nonsense. However, Ye Xiaochuan answered everyone in this way. Everyone knew that it was impossible for this guy to reveal to outsiders what happened in the stone house in the afternoon, so gradually no one asked in a roundabout way. Ogawa is just right

At rest.

Wealth and wealth, we have a chance tonight. Like Qilis, the two birds were terribly quiet tonight. They did not participate in the exchange party between the good and evil disciples, and focused on the food.

Ten sheep, twenty beggar's chickens, sixteen hares, three pots of rice, fifty-two large naan cakes...

That was the goal tonight for one man and two birds.

Qilisi, wealth and wealth are competing.

Compared to what?

Dang is better than eating.

They all claim to be big eaters, and no one is convinced. The winner will be decided tonight, and the winner will be awarded the honorable title of the best eater in the world.

The first one to be defeated turned out to be Cangyun Mountain’s big rice bucket, Wangcai!

Ye Xiaochuan competed with Wang Cai for meals countless times, but Ye Xiaochuan was defeated every time, and Wang Cai won the final victory.

However, there is always a chance of success, and one bucket is thicker than the other.

Wangcai met two of the most terrifying rivals in his life tonight.

When it rolled its eyes, Fugui was still pecking at the rice, and Qilisi was still feasting.

As a result, the fat Wangcai lay on the ground with his back stretched out.

Until Yang Jiu picked it up, it couldn't figure out why it could eat so well but just missed the title of the best eater in the world.

Fugui was the second to be defeated.

When Qilisi hugged a whole roasted lamb and swallowed all the bones, Fugui burped and lowered his noble head to Qilis, indicating that he had given up and recognized that Qilis was the best loser in the world.

Qilisi stepped on the sheep bones, made a big naan cake with her left hand, and begged the chicken with her right hand. She laughed proudly at her surrender and her wealth.

The only fly in the ointment is that Yao Guang and Qing Ying are not here, and there is no way to show off to them the glory of winning the first place in the world.

In a valley a hundred miles north of Yulong Village, Axiang dragged Feng Yuyan back.

But Feng Yuyan was too stubborn. He wanted to cause trouble for Ye Xiaochuan. Even if Axiang dragged him, he still came from the wilderness to the northern mountains of Shiwanda Mountain.

Feng Yuyan looked at Ah Xiang who was pulling at the back of his clothes and said, "Miss Ah Xiang, let me go. Don't worry, I will never kill Master Ye."

Ah Xiang said, "I won't let go. Master Ye asked me to stop you. He is having a dinner party for the disciples of the righteous and the evil. If you rush in and ask him for Gan Jiang, he will lose face. A man's face is very important. He can't lose his life without losing face."

Feng Yuyan said angrily, "This stinky boy is so young and has mediocre cultivation, but he dares to call himself the Sword God without Edge. Does he still have the face? This shameless guy actually stole my Gan Jiang! I flew three hundred miles and found that Gan Jiang was missing. Let go!"

Ah Xiang said, "I won't let go."

Feng Yuyan said, "If you don't let go, I will be rude to you..."

"Oh, you are going to fight me? Come on, I will beat you to pieces today..."

In terms of cultivation, Feng Yuyan is not Ah Xiang's opponent.

What's more, the Gan Jiang sword is not in his hand.

The most important thing is that Feng Yuyan already knows that Ah Xiang is the descendant of the evil god, how could he possibly attack Ah Xiang?

But Ah Xiang doesn't think much about it, she will beat anyone who threatens her.

The sound of the zither rang out, it was the demon-suppressing zither played by Yun Qiyou sitting on a big rock in the valley. The screams also rang out, it was the sound made by Feng Yuyan when Ah Xiang punched him on the bridge of his nose.