Leng Wushuang's face suddenly became gloomy and she smiled through voice: "Haha, interesting. I dare to scold Leng in the early stage of the fusion? Today is the birthday party of the Red Maple Emperor and Empress, Leng will not pursue it, but you... it's better to be careful! Also, stay away from Fu'er, she is not something you can get involved in!"

After saying this, Leng Wushuang left expressionlessly.

Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but he didn't expect that he would suffer such anger when he came to attend a birthday party.

The two of them communicated with each other just now, but Fu'er, who was standing by, didn't know what the conversation between Shen Lang and Leng Wushuang was.

Seeing Leng Wushuang's face full of sinister expression, Fu'er guessed that Shen Lang's words must have angered Leng Wushuang, and she had a headache.

"Young Master Chen, Leng Wushuang is the young master of the Fallen Heaven Clan. He is strong, you... it's better not to provoke him too much." Fu'er was quite worried and launched a message to Shen Lang.

"I understand, thank you Miss Fu'er for telling me." Shen Lang responded coldly.

As long as Leng Wushuang doesn't provoke him again, he will definitely not take the initiative to provoke Leng Wushuang.

Leng Wushuang's father is the Falling Ghost Emperor who is famous in the Jiuzhou Continent. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Mahayana! He can be called a top cultivator.

Shen Lang didn't dare to provoke such a tough backstage.

Time passed little by little, and more and more monks in the hall were cultivators. Several other young masters from the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan also arrived one after another and greeted Shen Lang.

"Brother Shen Lang, hahaha, I didn't expect you to come too!" Niu Feng, the young master of the Niu Head Ghost Clan, ran up immediately, hugged Shen Lang with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you are really not interested enough. When you come to Jiuzhou Continent, you won't say hello to us!" Ma Long, the young master of the Horse-faced Ghost Clan, also walked up to Shen Lang and smiled.

"I've met Brother Niu and Brother Ma."

Shen Langke responded politely.

Unlike last time, Niu Feng and Ma Long were accompanied by a Mahayana monk of their respective races to show their identity.

"Damn it, Shen Lang is actually here to join in the fun!" Tianyou, who was in the seat not far away, stared at Shen Lang with gritted teeth and said angrily.

"Young Master, don't forget what I said before, don't provoke this kid." The old man in the black robe on the seat beside Tianyou sent a voice.

"I know Uncle Hei. I won't provoke him if it's okay!" Tianyou's face was extremely gloomy, he raised the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the stuffy wine.

Yin De saw that Shen Lang was unhappy and couldn't help but say hello to him. Meng Fei learned from Niu Feng and Ma Long, greeted Shen Lang, intending to show goodwill.

Shen Lang's cultivation level in the early stage of the fusion could actually make the young master of the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan greet him so politely. A group of guests couldn't help but look surprised and guessed who this white-clothed monk was.

Seeing that many young masters of the Jiuzhou Imperial Clan had a good relationship with Shen Lang, Leng Wushuang still looked down on him and drank alone.

In order to avoid suspicion, Fu'er did not talk to Shen Lang too much, but instead welcomed the VIPs outside the hall.

Soon, Feng Yaotian, the young master of the Feng Ghost Clan, and Feng Qingyue, the saint of the Feng Ghost Clan, appeared in full costume.

"The two great masters are here, and the charming spirit tribe is shining!" Fu'er smiled slightly and bowed to the two of them.

"Miss Fu'er, you are polite. Today is the birthday party of Emperor Hongfeng. How can we not come?" Feng Yaotian smiled and couldn't help but look at Fu'er a few more times.

Fu'er is the eldest lady of the Meiling Clan and is known as the number one beauty in the Jiuzhou Continent. Although Feng Yaotian has eight concubines, he has always been salivating about Fu'er.

Unfortunately, Fu'er was wearing a veil that could isolate the exploration of spiritual consciousness, and Feng Yaotian's desire to see Fang Feng was dashed.

Feng Qingyue looked at Feng Yaotian staring at other beauties with a hint of anger, but she didn't dare to speak out. She found that since she was molested by Shen Lang, Feng Yaotian seemed to be getting colder and colder towards her.

No matter how she explained, Feng Yaotian believed that she had been raped by Shen Langqiang and had an improper relationship. This made Feng Qingyue extremely sad. Nothing happened to her and Shen Lang.

Although Feng Yaotian knew that Feng Qingyue was innocent, the cuckold was also indirectly worn on his head, so he felt very unhappy.

Every time he was having fun with Feng Qingyue, he could always think of Shen Lang's whipping at his woman. He felt very disgusted and naturally disliked Feng Qingyue.

Since the last incident, almost two months have passed, Feng Yaotian's heart has gradually disappeared.

The reason why he did not use his name as Young Master to initiate a pursuit order against Shen Lang was mainly because Shen Lang's special identity, and the matter itself was not glorious, so he didn't want others to know that he was cuckolded.

It was a rare time to go out. Feng Yaotian was in a good mood today. After saying hello to Fu'er, he held Feng Qingyue's willow waist and strode into the hall.

"Young Master Feng, long time no see."

"Young Master Feng, don't be fine!"

Many guests in the hall were familiar with Feng Yaotian and greeted him one after another.

Feng Yaotian also smiled and said some polite words.

"Young Master Feng, we're meeting again." Shen Lang sat upright and raised his wine glass to Feng Yaotian with a smile.

Sooner or later, this guy will find himself, so Shen Lang exposed it first, making this guy a little psychologically guarded.

"This Tao..."

Before Feng Yaotian could say the word "friend" was spoken, he stared at Shen Lang, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he changed his color and said, "Boy, it's you!!!"

The roar was extremely loud and the entire hall was shocked.

All the monks' eyes turned to Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian, showing a look of surprise and suspicion on their faces. Could it be that the young master of the Feng Ghost Clan and this monk in the early stage of the fusion have any celebration?

"A thief, you dare to come here!" The saint Feng Qingyue was extremely excited when she saw Shen Lang, and her voice surged eight degrees higher.

Fu'er frowned and stepped forward and asked, "Young Master Feng, Miss Feng, you guys..."

"This kid has an irreconcilable grudge with me!" Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang angrily, trembling all over, and he could no longer bear it.

The enemy was particularly jealous when they met. Feng Yaotian didn't know how he survived these two months. He endured such a great humiliation and wanted to tear Shen Lang to pieces in his dreams!

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the hall were shocked. The gunpowder in Feng Yaotian's words smelled quite a bit.

Fu'er said seriously: "Have Master Feng recognized the wrong person? How could this Jiuzhou Continent, which was only here not long ago, make enemies with you? What did he do to make you so unhappy?"

"he……"

Feng Yaotian's words were blocked again when he reached his mouth, and his face had turned into a pig's liver.

If I say directly, "He is strong and has raped my concubine", it would be too embarrassing. I can't even say anything even if I beat Feng Yaotian to death. Then, as the young master of the Fenggui clan, I will lose my face and become a laughing stock.

"He doesn't...well!"
Chapter completed!