The Ancient Wine and Sword Immortal: I become stronger when I drink!

On top of the giant turtle, a man in white clothes with a wine gourd on his waist and a sword on his back looked at the sea.

The coast is getting closer.

Lin Fan's trip this time was not aimless.

Ever since the battle between Tongtian Cult Master and Yuanshi Tianzun, he had deeply felt that his cultivation was insufficient and his improvement was still too slow.

For him, the fastest way to improve his cultivation is the fairy wine brewed from various innate spiritual treasures, innate spiritual waters, innate spiritual objects, and innate spiritual roots.

Based on the memory of his previous life, he locked several things.

Du'e Zhenren's Wind-fixing Bead, Wuyi Mountain Cao Bao Xiao Sheng's treasured money, Dahongpao Mother Tree, Phoenix Mountain Qingluan Douque Longji Princess' mount Qingluan, magic weapon Wulu Qiankun Net, Sihai Bottle, Qiankun Needle, Dragon Binding Rope, The Erlong Sword, the destiny of the Shang Dynasty.

The reason why Du'e, Cao Bao, Xiao Sheng and Princess Long Ji were selected was because these three people were loose immortals outside the Chanjiao camp. They had repeatedly helped Chanjiao and fought against Jiejiao. These three people also had some things in their hands that made him covet. A strange innate spiritual treasure.

Lin Fan opened a map. The map was presented by Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. It showed the detailed locations of various places in the ancient continent, except for some particularly secret locations.

"The first stop is Babao Yunguang Cave in Jiuding Tiechashan."

Lin Fan took a sip of the innate immortal spirit wine and clearly felt the rapid improvement in his cultivation.

It's coming soon, it's coming soon, we are only one step away from reaching the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.

……

Jiuding Iron Temple Mountain and Babao Yunguang Cave.

Master Duer sat on the cloud bed and meditated.

A boy handed in a letter at the entrance of the cave and said, "Master, Senior Brother Li has sent you a letter."

Master Duer opened the envelope, read it, smiled lightly, and his heart was filled with comfort.

The letter was sent by his favorite disciple Li Jing. The content was that Li Jing was forced by his son Nezha and was rescued by Randen Taoist. Randen Taoist offered to accept him as his disciple. Due to the situation, he was forced to accept Randen Taoist as his teacher, but he never With the master's permission, I feel deeply guilty and come here to confess my sins.

Li Jing also mentioned that Ran Deng gave him a thirty-three-layered golden exquisite tower, asking him to assist the Zhou Dynasty to settle the destiny of heaven, and promised that he would be able to become a god in the flesh and become the marshal of the heavenly army. He didn't know how to make a decision, so he wrote a letter asking Du'e to make a decision.

"I have tried hard all my life to get into the Chan sect but have never been able to get into it. Unexpectedly, my disciple has become the disciple of the deputy leader of the Chan sect, and is even expected to become a god in the flesh. To teach such a capable disciple, my disciples All my old friends are jealous of me." Master Du'e recalled his life and compared it with Li Jing's experience, and couldn't help but sigh.

Swish!

A dragon-shaped white sword light fell.

"Who is this!" Du'er's Taoist heart warned. Just as he was about to take out his magic weapon to resist, his eyebrows were pierced, and his soul was crushed by the sword energy.

Before the boy in front of him could scream, a dragon-shaped white sword light pierced his throat.

"waste!"

Lin Fan stepped down from the sky and walked into the Babao Cloud Light Cave.

He stretched out a magic hand and fished it out from the personal space of Master Du'e, and fished out a wind-fixing bead and several tattered magic weapons.

He grabbed the Fengfeng Bead and brought it close to his eyes to take a look.

Dingfeng Pearl is a bright pearl, flowing with the slightest luster.

"Mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, I can only say that the harvest is not bad." Lin Fan put the Dingfeng Pearl into a space in the Jiuxian Gourd for refining, then turned around and went out, spitting out a mouthful of Zhulong True Fire, completely burning the Eight Treasure Cloud Light Cave. ignite.

Lin Fan stepped onto the head of the giant turtle, and the giant turtle soared away into the clouds.

Behind him, the Babao Yunguang Cave was filled with flames.

……

Wuyi Mountain.

This place has been rich in tea since ancient times. Tea pickers climbed to the top of the mountain, picked leaves from the tea trees growing on the cliffs, and sold them to dignitaries, making huge profits.

"In ancient times, there was a tea picker who went into the mountains to pick tea. He met two chess players in the mountains. He was fascinated by watching chess. He became thirsty and drank the tea from the chess players' cups. After a game of chess, The tea picker came back from the mountains and found that a hundred years had passed in the world, and his parents, wives, and children had all turned into withered bones in the graves, and only his appearance remained the same."

At a tea stall, a storyteller told stories, and many people around him listened with interest.

"Is this true or false?" someone asked.

"It must be fake. No one can live for more than a hundred years and still look the same." A teacher wearing a long gown said.

"Old Zhangtou, speak quickly, speak quickly." Someone urged the storyteller named Lao Zhang.

The storyteller said: "Let me explain it first. Do you know what kind of tea the immortals drink? The tea they drink is the Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain. This Dahongpao has forty-eight grades according to its appearance. The highest grade is the Dahongpao mother tree. If you drink a cup of the leaves on the leaves, you will not look old after a hundred years. And the tea sold by Lao Wangtou is Dahongpao..."

"Buy, buy, buy!" The listener suddenly became interested and decided to buy a bowl of tea first, regardless of whether it was true or false.

On a table in a corner of the tea stall, there was a strange guest.

Shengxue is a young man in white clothes, with a wine gourd on his waist and a sword behind him. There is a big turtle lying at his feet.

Lin Fan watched this scene with a smile on his face. The storyteller hired by the tea stall was very similar to the marketing genius hired by the shops in his previous life.

"Sir, are you telling the truth?" an eleven or twelve-year-old boy said in a soft voice, "My mother is sick, and the doctors say there is no way she can be saved. I want to go up the mountain to ask for immortality from the immortals."

"This, this..." The storyteller was so anxious that he was sweating.

A big man laughed and said: "How can there be immortals? If there were immortals, would there be so many droughts, floods, and floods in the world? The stories are all lies to you. Go back and collect the body of your mother."

The young man's eyes were dim, as if he had lost the light of hope.

"Let's go." Lin Fan kicked the big turtle lying at his feet.

He ignored the young man whose mother was seriously ill and wanted to go into the mountains to seek medicine.

There are so many miserable things in the world!

He had no reason to help, he was just a drunken swordsman who was obsessed with wine and meat.

hum!

The big turtle transformed and became ten feet long. Lin Fan landed lightly on the big turtle, stepped on the turtle, and flew to the top of Wuyi Mountain.

"Oh my god! Monster!" There was a panic at the tea stall.

Someone with sharp eyes saw the man in white standing on the back of a turtle with a sword, and yelled: "What monster? That's a sword fairy!"

"Hiss! There really are immortals! Master Immortal, I, I said the wrong thing, please forgive me, please forgive me." The big man who just now was saying that there are no immortals in the world was so anxious that he was sweating and trembling all over.

The storyteller and the people around him quickly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed in the direction where Lin Fan was flying, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"There really are immortals. The storyteller didn't lie to me." The little boy clenched his fists, his eyes shining with light, as if hope was rekindled.

He walked towards Wuyi Mountain without looking back.

He wants to climb to the top of Wuyi Mountain, meet the immortal, find the elixir, and save his mother!