When the Moon Dew entered his throat, it transformed into the sweetest wine that flowed through his organs. It was an indescribable comfort.
But at the same time, the wine called Moon Dew was extremely strong. After drinking a cup, Jian Wushuang felt his immortal body heating up.
After putting down the wine cup, Jian Wushuang looked at the black-haired, white-robed man and realized that he was already looking at him.
Their eyes met, and the black-haired, white-robed man gave him a friendly smile.
Jian Wushuang returned the greeting and then continued to look straight ahead.
"Good fellow, it's really strong." Yan Gui did not seem to be satisfied. He put down the wine cup and imitated Jiang Li to drink without restraint.
The black-haired, white-robed man was not willing to fall behind. He also picked up the wine pot and drank.
To Jian Wushuang's surprise, the gentle and charming Guang Yue Immortal Lord also lifted her wine pot and began to recite. She was no longer as weak as before.
Just like that, the originally tense situation turned into a drinking contest.
Out of curiosity, Jian Wushuang tested the weight of the wine pot and could not help but click his tongue.
This wine pot contained a myriad of things. It looked exquisite, and there was no less than 50,000 pounds of wine stored in it!
If all 50,000 pounds of wine entered the stomach, even a Grand Expansion Immortal would be completely drunk.
Time passed slowly. Jiang Li was the first to throw down the wine pot. It was empty. There was not a single drop of wine left.
"How satisfying!" Jiang Li did not look drunk at all. He retracted his foot from the table in satisfaction and sat back in his original position.
After a while, Yan Gui, the black-haired, white-robed man, and the Guang Yue Immortal Lord all finished drinking the wine in the pot. They were more or less tipsy.
The black-haired, white-robed man looked at Jiang Li and finally made up his mind to ask, "How have you been all these years?"
"Who could be happy after being exiled here? Yan Gui and I have always been in a deep sleep. We rarely woke up until today," Jiang Li said slowly.
The black-haired, white-robed man was silent. But soon, he looked at Jian Wushuang and asked, "Who is this?"
Without waiting for Jiang Li to speak, Yan Gui immediately said excitedly, "This is my disciple. He's a peerless Heavenly Prodigy."
As soon as he said that, Guangyue Immortal Lord also looked at Jian Wushuang with her beautiful eyes.
She was very clear about Yan Bei's pride. As a supreme existence who had suppressed ten thousand heavenly regions with a single sword in the Ancient Gazing Era, even Imperial Emperors wanted to pull him under their command.
At that time, many outstanding prodigies yearned to become his disciple, but he never accepted a single one.
Now that time had passed, Yan Gui had another disciple by his side when they met again. How could she not be surprised?
When the black-haired man in white heard this, he could not help but smile. "Oh, it seems like Brother Yan has a good eye. He is indeed a good seedling. However, it is a little too much to say that he is a Heavenly Talent. How can there be a Heavenly Talent who is merely at the Derived Immortal Realm?"
The Immortal Palace fell silent for a while.
Jiang Li also looked displeased at this moment. "Cangting, what do you mean?"
"Nothing. I'm just correcting some problems," the black-haired man in white said with a faint smile.
Yan Bei, who was originally excited, also changed his expression. He looked at him and said meaningfully, "Based on what you said, it seems like you have accepted a true outstanding prodigy as your disciple?"
The black-haired man in white called Cangting said faintly, "More or less. He has already comprehended his own Sword Dao. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a Sword Immortal."
Yan Bei could not help but laugh. "You still like to joke as before. Your disciple is going to become a Sword Immortal? Don't joke around. Only my disciple can become a Sword Immortal, okay? "
The Immortal Palace fell silent. Cangting looked at him and continued faintly, "Compete?"
"Bring it on. I'm not afraid!" Yan Bei said disdainfully. "Hurry up and get your disciple to come out. We are in a hurry."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black-robed man walked out from the depths of the Immortal Palace.
He looked extremely out of place in the Immortal Palace where everyone was dressed in white.
The black-robed young man's gaze and expression were extremely calm. He was like a true sword that had completely concealed its edge. It was impossible to see through him.
As he appeared, his originally calm gaze instantly locked onto Jian Wushuang!
Rank Three Grand Derivation Immortal!
Jiang Li and Yan Bei finally understood why Cang Ting was so confident. His disciple's cultivation had already reached the third revolution!
Rank Three was already a qualitative change. Moreover, he had also comprehended his own Sword Dao. Even if he faced a Rank Six Grand Derivation Immortal, he would still have the power to fight!
"This is really a little tricky …" Yan Bei muttered softly. Then, he quickly approached Jian Wushuang and said in a low voice, "Good disciple, I'm betting all my face on you this time. It's all up to you."
"Uh … I'm afraid that's not good. I don't really want to fight," Jian Wushuang said with a bitter smile.
"Good disciple, you must save me and fiercely slap this old thing's face," Yan Bei said softly. He was almost about to kneel in front of Jian Wushuang.
In the end, Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "Then I'll give it a try."
Yan Bei immediately beamed with joy and almost jumped onto the table. "My disciple has already agreed. Let's get ready to start!"
Cang Ting was startled when he heard that. He did not expect Yan Bei to accept the challenge instead of retreating.
"Are you crazy? Look carefully. My disciple is a Rank Three Grand Derivation Immortal. Just the pressure of the derivation force is enough to make your disciple unable to stand up straight! "
Yan Gui sneered. "Cut the crap. Today, this Sword Immortal will show you what a real Heavenly Talent is!"
Jian Wushuang slowly stood up. Jiang Li pulled him and said softly, "Don't fight recklessly. Once you feel uncomfortable, stop immediately."
"Don't worry, it's not a big problem." He smiled and stood in the middle of the immortal palace.
Guang Yue Immortal Lord, who originally wanted to stop them, had to give up after seeing this. At the same time, she was worried for Yan Bei.
Since ancient times, there had been no suspense in the outcome of a Derived Immortal fighting against a Rank Three Grand Derivation Immortal. No Derived Immortal had ever counterattacked.
Even the most outstanding Heavenly Talent could not do it.
Could it be that all the fixed thinking in the past would be overturned today?
Cang Ting secretly gritted his teeth. This was an extremely unequal battle. Even if his disciple won, it would not be too glorious.
After all, the gap between a Derived Immortal and a Grand Derivation Immortal could not be bridged.
Their eyes met. The black-clothed youth who looked like a hidden blade suddenly said, "You're very powerful. You're different from all the swordsmen I've seen. Your sword essence is too pure. It's like it's been tempered by blood and fire."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang's originally calm state of mind could not help but ripple.
To be able to guess Jian Wushuang's characteristics in such a short period of time, he was definitely a terrifying existence.
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