On the contrary, his sword energy was influenced by Wang Hong, causing embarrassing consequences, which shocked Mingyue so much that she could not stop.

Wang Hong smiled indifferently, took out a pill and threw it to Wuming:

"Just crush it and apply it to the wound, and then just pick it up."

Wuming frowned, but thinking of Wang Hong's amazing strength, there was no need to assassinate Jian Chen, so he did as he said.

Not long after Wang Honggang established Luxi City, Zhu Zhao, the prince of Tiannan Kingdom, once sneaked into the city lord's mansion, but his legs were blown out by an electromagnetic rifle.

In this situation, he struggled and flew back to the capital. He could grow his legs again through the magic pill, not to mention that Jian Chen stopped picking up the spot on the spot.

Seeing that Wuming seemed to have something to say to Jian Chen, Wang Hong pulled the Sword Saint and Mingyue back to the lobby.

This time he didn't call wine and food anymore. With Jian Chen's miserable appearance, even if the new wine and food are not poisonous, I'm afraid there will be no less spit in it.

I put out a few plates of barbecue from the storage bracelet, took out a pot of good wine, and started chatting with the Sword Saint while drinking.

"I never drank alcohol in the past, but since I met you, I have drunk a lot of this alcohol. You are really harmful to others!"

Wang Hong smiled and said, "Wine is a good thing for swordsmen. In ancient Shushan, there was a powerful name "Wine Sword Immortal". He usually adds to alcohol and acts wildly, but his own "Dragon Curse" is the top skill of Shushan School."

"There is a poem that says: When you ride the sword and ride the wind, you will eliminate the demons in the world. If you have wine, you will be free and happy. If you don't have wine, I will be crazy. Drink all the rivers and drink the sun and the moon again. If you drink thousands of cups, you will never fall into a drunken state. Only I, the Sword Immortal of the Wine!"

Today, he first had a contest with Wuming, and then saw Mingyue abuse Jian Chen. Wang Hong was in a good mood and told everyone the story of the Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Not long after, Wuming, who sent Jian Chen to rest, returned to the lobby.

Although Aotian's eyes were very open today, his awe for Wuming did not dissipate so easily. He immediately gave up his seat and sat on the table next to him.

The Sword Saint was so obsessed with hearing this. He glanced at Aotian and was too lazy to scold him. He poured Wuming a glass of wine, and then continued to listen to Wang Hong talk about the ancient sword immortal.

After the story of the Legend of Sword and Fairy was told, Mingyue asked in tears:

"Is Zhao Ling'er really dead? There were so many powerful people in ancient times, and she was even more of the queen. There would always be someone who can resurrect him!"

Wang Hong shook his head and said, "There is no way, the fate of the Nuwa clan is like this, and no one can change it."

The Sword Saint was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "No wonder I always thought your aura was strange. It seems that you are practicing the ancient immortal art?"

Wang Hong had no intention of hiding it, nodded and said:

"I can barely be considered a dual cultivation of immortals and martial arts. I majored in practicing immortal arts and practiced some martial arts. Orthodox immortal cultivators need time to grind and grow much slower."

Speaking of this, Wang Hong raised his wine glass and toasted Wuming, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!