Xu Tong played with the sword in his hand and felt that although the sword was ordinary, it had a masculine aura on it. He held it in his hand and felt it was hot to the touch.

Then he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and threw it in front of the shopkeeper: "Three days' worth of wine, plus two jugs of good wine and a table of food and wine."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the inconspicuous wine table in the corner of the second floor.

A drunken man was lying on the table, smelling of alcohol. Xu Tong sat down and put his sword on the table.

The drunk man opened his eyelids slightly and patted his sword with a smile: "Look, no one is willing to take you in except me."

After saying that, he turned to look at Xu Tong: "I have asked someone to prepare a tombstone for you, how come you are still alive?"

"The Lord of Hell doesn't want me anymore, so just let me back."

"Haha, it's another related household."

The drunk man waved his hands with disapproval, then patted the table and said: "Wine, work, where's the wine!!"

"Here we go."

The waiter downstairs hurriedly brought two bottles of wine up. The drunkard didn't even wait for the waiter to pour the wine. He picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

After gulping down a bottle of wine, I felt much more comfortable.

The waiter looked on and murmured in his heart. In order to please Ma Hongwen, the shopkeeper took out all the 30-year-old wine in his collection. Why is this guy still drinking boiled water? He is really not afraid of drinking to death.

Putting the remaining bottle of wine on the table, the waiter hurriedly lowered his head and went downstairs to prepare the wine and food.

At this time, the drunk man pointed at Xu Tong: "I respect you for being magnanimous. If you can survive, you are lucky enough. Take it."

"What??"

Xu Tong was startled and didn't understand what the drunkard was referring to.

"Pure Yang Sword Qi, don't tell me you don't have it, I can smell it."

When Xu Tong heard this, he understood and took out a tips bag from the props book. This tip bag was originally given to him by Shu Mingqing.

It was because of Da Ya's incident that Shu Mingqing inadvertently caused Xu Tong to take the blame, and she felt sorry for it, so she gave him this tip bag.

He said that if one day he went to the Northeast and met someone from the five northeastern families who wanted to settle accounts with him, he would open this bag of tips to save his life.

When he fought against the eldest princess before, Xu Tong also took out this item to prepare for emergencies, but he didn't put it to use.

When he mentioned it at this time, Xu Tong also remembered that Shu Mingqing seemed to be of Quanzhen's lineage.

The drunk man took out the kit, put it in his hand, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Your boy and my sect are somewhat destined, but this wisp of sword energy is too weak, and the person who gave you the sword energy is too stingy."

Wow, you really insulted my whole face."

Xu Tong felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

In fact, when Shu Weiqing gave him this sword energy, he was not even a half-step master. Maybe in Shu Weiqing's heart, according to his strength at that time, he would not even think about it every twenty or thirty years.

Feeling on the threshold of the great master.

Moreover, it was already the end of the Dharma era, and great masters were rare, so this sword energy was considered a good life-saving talisman at that time.

The drunk man said this and opened the bag of tips.

"Whoosh!!"

A white light like a grain of rice flew up, but before it could fly into the air, the drunkard reached out and pinched the white light on his fingertips, unable to move.

If you look closely, you will see that the rice-like white light is a flying sword as small as a needle.

At this moment, it was hanging on the drunk man's fingertips, glowing slightly.

Even though Xu Tong is already a stable Grand Master with his current strength, he can still feel a strong sense of crisis when facing this wisp of sword energy.

The drunkard pinched his fingers, his eyes suddenly widened, and suddenly he saw the rice grain-like sword energy suddenly increasing three feet in size like an inflated balloon.

It was as if a white divine sword was hanging in front of Xu Tong. The sword's clanging energy made people nervous. Xu Tong had a creepy feeling, as if if the sword struck down, he would not be able to escape death.

Then the drunkard threw the divine sword into the brocade bag, drew a spell in the void with his fingers, sealed the brocade bag again, and handed it to Xu Tong: "This is a pure Yang sword soul. If one day you can find a suitable sword embryo,
Chapter completed!