Ten years later, Simon Rampart appeared again and killed the Evil Sword Demon Lord, Chu Xiaoxiong, who was undefeatable on the Starsource Continent with the Way of the Sword.
With that, Simon Rampart gained the nickname of the Wine Sword Immortal, as he never left his left hand with alcohol and his right hand with his sword.
But from then on, no one had ever seen Ximen Lingxiao's peerless elegance with a single sword strike.
This was because the Zenith Sword that had accompanied him since he was young had broken into two for some reason.
No one knew why Simon Rampart's sword had broken.
Everyone knew that Simon Rampart's sword had already been broken when he killed the Evil Sword Demon Lord, Chu Xiaoxiong.
What had he done and experienced in the ten years he had disappeared for him to go from a handsome young master of a clan to a bold and unrestrained Wine Sword Immortal?
These questions were even more intriguing than Simon Rampart's monstrous talent in the Way of the Sword.
"Oh?
Can I treat your words as a provocation? "
Simon Rampart laughed. He removed the gourd from his waist and removed the stopper, drinking a few mouthfuls. "But you still don't have the right to provoke me. I'll let you go for now."
"If you see me in the future, you have to call me grandpa. That's what you promised my sister. Don't forget it, or I don't mind going to your Donghuang Mountain to practice my sword."
Immediately, Dongfang Yun trembled, but he dared not say anything else.
The title of the Wine Sword Immortal had already spread across the Eastern Continent. Everyone knew about him.
The Nangong, Dongfang, Beiming, and Ximen clans stood side by side with similar strength. They were all ancient clans that had existed for thousands of years.
However, every single clan had their own prodigies and pillars of support. Simon Rampart happened to be one of the pillars of the Ximen clan.
"I've taken a liking to this kid. You two can take him away."
Nangong Lie and Dongfang Yun surprisingly did not object to Ximen Lingxiao's domineering words. They quietly led the members of their respective clans and left.
Wang Yan watched coldly from the sidelines until Dongfang Yun's figure disappeared from his line of sight. A biting cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Young man, don't be so impulsive. Although Dongfang Yun is nothing more than a worm in my eyes, he is a Myriad Flower Cloud Dragon to you."
Although Wang Yan and Simon Rampart were not from the same generation, the rumors about him were like thunder in his ears. He immediately bowed slightly.
"Many thanks to senior Wine Sword Immortal for helping us."
Of course, Wang Yan knew that if Simon Rampart had not interfered, this matter would not have been resolved so easily.
This was because the battle between the Dongfang Clan and the Nangong Clan had started because of him. If he chose one side, he would offend the other side. If he chose neither side, he would offend both sides.
In such a critical period, Wang Yan didn't want to make too much noise to avoid attracting Bai Yiyuan's attention.
Therefore, when Simon Rampart helped them out, Wang Yan was very grateful and naturally had a good impression of him.
"Young man, your mouth is quite sweet. But I don't like it when people call me senior. Doesn't that make me look old?"
Wang Yan was startled, and his favorable impression of Ximen Lingxiao involuntarily deepened.
"Big Brother Ximen, I won't say any polite words. Words cannot express my gratitude. If there is anything I can do for you, just tell me."
At this time, Simon Rampart put two fingers together and drew a line in the air. Suddenly, a huge sword made of stellar energy appeared in the air.
"Let's go, let's find a quiet place to drink."
Before Wang Yan could react, he felt a gentle force wrapping around him and landing on the huge sword made of stellar energy. In an instant, they flew a thousand miles away.
… …
Thousands of miles away from the Jinling Dynasty, in a place surrounded by lush green grass, there was a deep pond.
Towering trees stood around it, dense and lush. Smoke and clouds lingered on the surface of the deep pond, making people feel like they were in a paradise on earth.
At this moment, a huge longsword made of stellar energy pierced through the air and appeared here.
Two people stood on the sword. One of them was burly and uninhibited, while the other was thin and tall.
They were Simon Rampart and Wang Yan.
"This place is not bad, right?
I often drink here. "
Simon Rampart found a big rock that was inserted into the deep pond at a 45-degree angle and lay down. He bent his thumb and flicked the cork off the bottle, then raised his head and drank to his heart's content.
His Adam's apple kept moving. With the sound of gurgling, the aroma of alcohol filled the air.
Wang Yan was attracted by his indulgence. His Adam's apple moved and he swallowed his saliva.
Simon Rampart smiled. "Do you want to drink?
Open your mouth. "
Hearing that, Wang Yan immediately opened his mouth, only to see Simon Rampart shake the orange wine gourd.
A mouthful of fragrant wine as thick as a thumb drew a startling arc in the air and fell into Wang Yan's wide open mouth.
Boom!
Wang Yan felt the wine entered his throat and turned into a burst of astonishing energy, which crazily rushed into his meridians and limbs.
Like a dragon entering the sea, the energy flowed into his Dantian and turned into pure astral power.
"Phew …"
Wang Yan breathed out a mouthful of turbid air. He felt his entire body warm and indescribably comfortable.
The remaining aroma of the wine in his meridians and limbs turned into a scorching wave of air, which kept flowing through his body and made Wang Yan feel a little tipsy.
"What a powerful wine! What a satisfying wine!"
As Wang Yan drifted away, he felt inspired and let out a heroic roar.
Seeing that, Simon Rampart's eyes flashed. "For so many years, there are no more than five people who can make me take the initiative to invite them to drink. You are the youngest among them."
"The other four have unfathomable cultivation, so they didn't have any abnormality after drinking my Hundred Flowers Wine. But you can stay sober, which is enough to show that you have extraordinary talent and profound Magic Skill."
At this time, Wang Yan's delicate face was slightly red. Hearing Simon Rampart's words, he waved his hand again and again. "Big Brother Ximen, you flatter me. I just like good wine."
Who knew that after hearing that, Simon Rampart threw the wine gourd to Wang Yan. "It seems that my wine is to your liking. Then I will give you a pot."
Wang Yan didn't pretend and immediately accepted it. A bold and unruly person like Simon Rampart hated this kind of hypocrisy the most.
Seeing that, Simon Rampart's eyes flashed with a touch of slyness. "You drank the wine and accepted the one I gave you."
"Now you should give me your sword skill that can condense forty meters long sword qi as an exchange, right?"
Wang Yan, who had just brought the wine gourd to his mouth, heard that and immediately stopped. "Big Brother Ximen, what are you talking about?
I don't understand. "
Simon Rampart suddenly laughed and scolded, "You smelly boy, why are you pretending to be confused? You drank my wine and accepted my gift. Don't tell me you don't plan to give me something in return?"
After being stunned for a few seconds, combined with Simon Rampart's words, Wang Yan suddenly understood and couldn't help but laugh.
It turned out that Simon Rampart didn't help him for no reason. He had another plan.
(End of this chapter)