Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 131 The White Dragon Brings Good News on the Wind! Li Zhexian: Congratulations on your promotion to a higher title, Senior!

A surging wave of air, carrying flames, exploded with a deafening roar.

All of a sudden.

Tables and chairs flew over.

The onlookers gasped and stepped back.

A long, slender, jade-like leg, wreathed in crimson soul power, burst forth from the flames.

He kicked Bai Chenxiang hard as she attacked Li Zhexian.

White agarwood flew backwards for tens of meters like a kite with a broken string.

His back slammed heavily against the beams and pillars.

Shaking off a flurry of dust.

The flames slowly died down.

A tall, radiant girl stood amidst the flames, her fiery red, wavy hair still sparkling with fire.

She reeked of alcohol, glanced back at Li Zhexian, and let out a disgruntled burp.

"I...I thought you'd run away!"

"They won't utter a sound even if a fight breaks out!"

As she spoke, she suddenly turned around and looked at Tang San, whose face was pale.

"So you think there are a lot of you?!"

Huo Wu suddenly raised her voice.

The sound resounded throughout the entire Shanxiangfang restaurant.

"Bros!"

"Someone is trying to gang up on Jianjiu because they outnumber him!"

The moment the words fell.

One after another, figures shrouded in violent soul power crashed through the window of a private room on the second floor and landed behind Li Zhexian with a thud.

The floorboards were cracked inch by inch.

Wood chips mixed with dust and smoke swirled and spread.

"Who?!"

"Who the hell dares to touch Brother Immortal?!"

As the dust gradually dissipated.

I saw...

All members of the Royal Fighting Team were present.

Other top talents from the preliminary rounds, such as Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianxin, and Hu Yanli, also made an appearance.

In addition, there are the vice-captains of each team.

Nearly twenty people stood behind Li Zhexian.

A powerful aura, accompanied by the pungent smell of alcohol, swept through the entire hall.

Although the diners knew that Jianjiu was here today to enjoy a happy gathering with his friends.

To witness so many geniuses standing together behind that white-robed youth.

He was still so shocked that he was speechless.

Tang San and the others' expressions changed completely.

Wasn't it said that Jianjiu and Zhu Zhuqing were having a secret rendezvous?!
How did so many people suddenly appear?!

It's fine if it's just the Royal Fighting Team!

Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianxin, Huyan Li...

These are all top-tier geniuses from the Heavenly Dou preliminary rounds, and they're all Jianjiu's friends?!

"Sword Wine..."

Tang San's throat was dry.

His inner fear of Li Zhexian reached its peak.

Oscar looked at the white-clad youth surrounded by numerous prodigies and suddenly felt that the scene was somewhat familiar. A flash of inspiration struck him, and his eyes widened.

"The one I met on the street earlier... was Jianjiu!"

That day.

They were all amazed at who had such a grand entourage.

It was being fawned over by several strong teams.

I experienced it firsthand today.

Bai Chenxiang staggered back, clutching her lower abdomen.

Xiao Wu's pink eyes were filled with sadness.

She doesn't understand...

Why did Third Brother insist on provoking someone like Li Zhexian?
Ning Rongrong's pretty face was pale.

Li Zhexian shone even brighter.

The crack in her heart called "regret" deepened.

"if……"

"If only I hadn't been separated from my immortal brother..."

"Am I the one standing next to the immortal brother...?"

"Do I still have a chance?"

Feng Buyu was so drunk he was swaying even when he was standing.

But his eyes burned with an excited light.

He rolled up his sleeves, a wind sword materialized in his hand, and pointed it directly at Tang San.

"So your name is Tang San?!"

"So you're the one who bullies my brother because you outnumber him?!"

The silent roar of the wind was like a battle horn.

Already flushed and drunk, Huo Wushuang and the others charged forward with shouts.

Various soul skills poured down like a torrential rain.

The lobby instantly transformed into the center of a storm of soul power.

The tables and chairs were torn apart by the fierce wind, and cracks appeared on the beams and pillars.

Tang San pushed his Ghost Shadow Steps to their limit.

Their figures moved like smoke.

Yet a fiery fist still grazed his shoulder.

The fabric was charred black and curled up.

Tang San staggered backward, blood seeping from his forehead, and gritted his teeth as he shouted:

"You're ganging up on us?"

"Aren't you afraid of being disqualified from the finals?!"

Feng Buyu shattered his afterimage with a single sword strike and sneered:

"You're such a hypocrite!"

"Wasn't it you who tried to bully the weak with numbers just now?"

Jade Heaven's Dragon Claw tore through the air currents.

"You'll be fine as long as I don't kill you!"

"Several teams are already here, how can they all be disqualified?!"

"Do you think you, the trash Shrek Academy, can compete for the championship with the strong teams from other regions?!" A torrent of soul skills erupted.

Tang San's protective Xuan Tian Gong cracked inch by inch.

He was about to give up.

at this time.

"stop!"

A sharp shout pierced through the noise.

Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong, along with three members of the Royal Fighting Academy's teaching committee, burst through the door.

A phantom of a golden holy dragon hovered in the sky.

Suppress the rampaging flow of soul power.

The ending was a foregone conclusion.

Under the piercing gazes of several icy eyes, Tang San and Dai Mubai could only offer a humiliating apology.

Li Zhexian smiled.

The sound was as light as a falling feather.

Yet every word pierced the hearts of Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.

"See you on the field."

Dai Mubai was ashen-faced and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Reaching the threshold.

Tang San suddenly turned around, his hands clenched so tightly in his sleeves that his knuckles cracked.

"Sword and Wine, see you on the field!"

I can no longer drink alcohol.

The first floor of Shanxiangfang was almost completely smashed.

As for the losses...

It definitely wasn't Li Zhexian and his gang who paid the compensation.

Before Shrek left.

Flander trembled as he pulled out dozens of gold coins.

This farce caused too much of a stir.

Li Zhexian and his group were about to leave, thinking of going to a noodle stall for some noodles.

Xue Qinghe, who should have been busy with government affairs, came running over in a flustered manner.

"Li Zhexian! Are you alright?!"

Xue Qinghe finished speaking.

Her shoulder was being embraced by Li Zhexian.

"My good brother, you've come at just the right time!"

Xue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Zhexian was alright.

She had become completely accustomed to being held by Li Zhexian.

Upon hearing this, she raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Shopkeeper, please settle the bill."

"laugh."

Two days flew by.

Tomorrow, the five teams that have advanced will depart for Wuhun City to represent the Heaven Dou Empire.

But before that.

Parting comes first.

A group led by Li Zhexian came to the city to see off the Wind Sword Sect members.

"Brother Buyu."

Li Zhexian frowned and handed over the wine pouch.

"Didn't we agree to go to Wuhun City together? Why did you leave in such a hurry?"

Feng Buyu tilted his head back, took a swig of wine, and wiped his lips.

"An urgent order from the sect, but..."

He lowered his voice.

"The disciple who delivered the message had a smile on his lips, which should be a sign of joy rather than sorrow."

Li Zhexian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then I wish Brother Buyu a safe journey!"

"May you, my esteemed friend, achieve the highest honor!"

The wind spoke silently.

He bowed to Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, and the others behind Li Zhexian.

"I am truly fortunate to have met so many good friends on this trip!"

"Welcome to my Wind Sword Sect! I will certainly welcome you with open arms!"

Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, and the others all agreed with smiles.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered, and yellow dust billowed.

The wind, silent, suddenly pulled on the reins and looked back.

He pulled out a jade-green bamboo tube from his sleeve.

He tossed it into the air towards Li Zhexian.

"Almost forgot!"

"The sect leader returned to the mountain and specifically requested this gift for Brother Banished Immortal!"

Feng Buyu, dressed in a green robe, had already disappeared at the end of the winding official road.

Li Zhexian lowered his eyes and looked at the bamboo tube in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt the tube tremble slightly.

A faint whistling sound seemed to drift from the air.

He raised an eyebrow.

The moment the bamboo seal was lifted by the fingertips.

Huhu——

Huhu——

A gentle breeze suddenly wafted around my wrist.

In an instant, it transformed into swirling air currents that enveloped Li Zhexian.

The sound of the wind was mixed with hearty laughter, which pierced the ears like the clang of metal.

"I have acquired the title 'Wind Sword' today, all thanks to my young friend, the banished immortal, and a pot of 'Wandering Spirit Wind Essence'!"

"Such joyous occasion! I couldn't wait for a letter from the crane; I'll share this celebration with you through the gentle breeze of this bamboo tube!"

Li Zhexian suddenly raised his head.

The swirling wind reflected in his eyes.

He smiled, lifted his robe, and solemnly bowed towards the direction of the Wind Sword Sect.

A cool breeze filled my sleeves.

Send his congratulatory message to the depths of the clouds.

"Congratulations on your promotion to a higher title, senior! From this day forward, your sword will resound throughout the nine heavens!"

　Dear readers, please read the next chapter tomorrow morning!
　　
　
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