Chapter 1560

Hearing this, Xu Jie's mouth twitched, but he nodded in response; what else could he say?

But as soon as the words fell, a mountain-opening broadsword fell out.

This time, Xu Jie, who was just about to turn around, involuntarily locked eyes with Shen Xian.

The two fellow disciples looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion, as if saying, what is the situation now?

Stunned for a moment, Shen Xian was the first to recover, picking up the broadsword calmly, explaining unhurriedly.

"Just as Junior Brother said just now, I originally planned to go to the Demon race territory, so I brought an extra weapon for self-defense. Senior Brother should understand, right?"

"Heh, understand, understand."

Xu Jie's mouth twitched, saying with a fake smile, are you here to kill me, damn it?

"Good, good, good. Don't worry about these things; we're all brothers. Today we won't get drunk until..."

Clang...

Xu Jie originally intended to ease the atmosphere, but before he could finish his words, a meteor hammer fell out of Zhao Zhengping's sleeve.

This time Xu Jie almost couldn't hold it, and his whole body went numb.

"Junior Brother, Senior Brother originally planned to travel with Junior Brother Shen Xian, so I brought something for self-defense. No problem, right?"

"Heh, no problem, no problem."

Hearing Zhao Zhengping's explanation, Xu Jie smiled awkwardly.

He finally understood; today these guys were here to kill him.

If he didn't let them eat this meal, he, Xu San, probably wouldn't need to walk out of the cafeteria door.

Fortunately, Xu Jie had self-awareness, obediently ordered the dishes, and waited for everyone to eat.

He felt secretly fortunate in his heart, but couldn't help but curse fiercely.

"Fellow disciples, you're doing this to me, damn it?"

Of course, Xu Jie couldn't say this out loud; after all, he knew he was in the wrong.

"Come, come, come, fellow brothers, eat quickly, eat quickly."

With a curse in his heart but a smile on his face, Xu Jie invited them to eat.

Naturally, they wouldn't be polite; this was the ordered dish they had been thinking about for over a month. If they didn't eat a few more bites, wouldn't it be a huge loss?

Ye Changqing, leaning on a recliner in the distance, looked at Xu Jie and the others, shaking his head and smiling helplessly.

This Xu Jie really loved playing with fire; an ordered dish, he dragged it out, back and forth, for over a month.

Zhao Zhengping, Shen Xian, and the others were really pushed to the limit, but it was Xu Jie's own doing.

There was no need to worry about ingredients for the time being, and for the next period, the Dao One Sect also returned to calm.

The disciples did what they were supposed to do, cultivated when they should, and did tasks when they should.

The entire sacred ground was on the right track, gradually gaining a firm foothold in the Central Continent.

Although its foundation still couldn't be compared to the other two sacred grounds, it was much better than before.

At the very least, the area around the Ten Thousand Demon Pass was truly controlled by the Dao One Sect.

Moreover, a Dao One Shengcheng, comparable to the Yunluo Shengcheng and the Yaochi Shengcheng, was also constantly being built.

The Central Continent had always had three sacred cities, named after the three sacred grounds.

However, with the defection of the Qingtian Sacred Ground, the Qingtian Shengcheng had obviously declined and could no longer be called a sacred city.

And the Dao One Shengcheng undoubtedly became the existence that replaced the Qingtian Shengcheng.

It would take quite some time to truly develop to the scale of a sacred city, but the Dao One Sect was not in a hurry; they would just take it slow.

Foundation is something that cannot be rushed; it cannot be obtained overnight.

Just as everything was peaceful and stable in the Daoyi Sacred Land, a drunken old sot inexplicably appeared recently within Iron Prison Pass, one of the three great strategic passes guarded by the Yunluo Sacred Land, which faces the barbarians directly.

Logically speaking, among the three great strategic passes of the human race, it is impossible for there to be any ordinary people besides cultivators.

Even the current Ten Thousand Demon Pass was like this; where the Dao One Sect was located, naturally, it was impossible for ordinary people to exist.

But half a month ago, an old alcoholic appeared drunk inside the Iron Prison Pass.

Every day he was full of the smell of alcohol, drunk.

If that were all, it would be fine, but this old alcoholic liked to brag after getting drunk.

Just like now, in a restaurant inside the Iron Prison Pass, the old alcoholic was leaning drunk against a pillar, holding a wine gourd in his arms.

Full of the smell of alcohol, eyes bleary, he would take a sip from time to time.

And the cultivators around were used to this; some even took the initiative to tease him a few times.

"I say, old alcoholic, why aren't you bragging about your glorious deeds today? Didn't you just go deep into the Barbarian race and kill their Barbarian King?"

This old alcoholic bragged yesterday that he had come from the Barbarian side.

And that he had casually slaughtered several Barbarian Kings of the Barbarian race. Naturally, the cultivators didn't believe this; on the contrary, they all burst into loud laughter, thinking the old alcoholic was just bragging.

A Barbarian King is equivalent to a human Saint Realm expert or a Demon race Demon King.

For this old alcoholic without any cultivation to kill a Barbarian King, let alone that, even returning alive from the Barbarian side to the Ten Thousand Demon Pass would be a miracle.

But this old alcoholic spoke with great conviction, and facing the mockery and teasing of the crowd, he didn't care at all, always keeping a simple and honest smile on his face.

At this time, facing the mockery of the surrounding cultivators, the old alcoholic tried hard to open his eyes, but it felt as if no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them, saying vaguely.

"You don't believe me when I tell you, but the Barbarian race is in chaos right now."

"Are you going to say it's because you killed several Barbarian Kings?"

"Haha."

Once these words were out, the whole restaurant burst into loud laughter.

Regarding the mockery of the crowd, the old alcoholic didn't care at all, raising his wine gourd again, only to find there was no wine left.

Seeing this, a cultivator smiled and shouted to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, our hero who killed several Barbarian Kings has no wine left; why don't you hurry up and serve wine?"

"Haha, that's right, shopkeeper, fill it up for the old alcoholic, put it on my tab."

"Coming right up."

Some cultivators thought this old alcoholic was quite fun and took the initiative to treat him to wine. Regarding this, the shopkeeper was naturally very willing; as long as someone paid, it was fine.