By this time, the guests were filling up one after another, and a table of ten people began to sit down.
The birthday banquet officially started. The waiters in ballet costumes, who were slim and graceful, danced while carrying the dishes to the hall.
As soon as hundreds of ballet dancers entered the venue carrying plates, the eyes of all the men at the banquet were immediately stunned.
Phew! It's such a grand scene, with young women and regular dancers serving dishes, it's really rich and powerful.
Wang Tao thought about wiping his saliva and feeling full with the beautiful food in the room without having to eat.
"Humph! Men are all big pigs."
Cang Ranran's dissatisfied snort sounded in Wang Tao's ears.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a serious person."
Wang Tao looked solemn and held the chopsticks in front of his eyes to hide his guilty conscience.
"Being a thief has a guilty conscience."
Cang Ranran murmured, then started eating with chopsticks.
After Wang Tao felt guilty, it was funny again. He was now Wang Er and didn't know Cang Ranran at all, so he felt guilty.
Like most men, he simply put down his chopsticks and watched a group of lithe little girls dancing gracefully between the tables in the hall.
This figure? This dancing posture? This figure? This resilience? Absolutely wonderful!
All the men stopped eating, their eyes were wide open, and some of them even drooled.
Zhang Kun and Wang Tao were different from each other. While eating their meals, they intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a figure in a light yellow dress a few rows ahead.
Wang Tao's mouth went dry while he was watching. Suddenly his mind moved. He looked out of the hall. A middle-aged security guard ran in and said something quickly in front of Yuan Tingting.
Yuan Tingting's expression suddenly changed, she greeted her third uncle and hurriedly walked out.
Wang Tao's mind moved and he quickly followed. After taking two steps, he sat back down.
As soon as he sat down, he saw a dozen people, carrying several Yuan family security guards in their hands, rushing to the entrance of the hall.
"Fanjiazhuang in the northwest comes to congratulate the old lady on her birthday."
As soon as the leader spoke, the faces of those who knew martial arts immediately changed.
This gang of people were so vicious that they not only kicked and beat the Yuan family security guards, but also threw several of the Yuan family security guards in their hands and threw them to the ground and passed out.
"The visitor is a guest. The Lord of the Northwest is here. Please invite me here. Let's move to another place."
Yuan Chengshu looked ugly, winked at Yuan Tingting, and then made an invitation to indicate to a building not far away where there was a small hall for entertaining guests.
Yuan Tingting nodded slightly and ran away, obviously looking for someone.
As soon as Yuan Chengshu finished speaking, everyone in the northwest looked at the little old man in the middle as if asking questions.
The old man is so skinny that he looks like a retired man.
But he was full of energy, his eyes were clear and alert, and his movements had a compelling momentum.
Wang Tao felt awe-struck in his heart, thinking to himself that this was the overlord of the northwest.
Fan Qianhai?
Is it really him? Come to Yuan Tiandao to compete or take revenge?
"promise."
Fan Qianhai responded lightly, and all his subordinates nodded, following Fan Qianhai towards the small hall not far away.
The security guards of the Yuan family and the martial arts members all looked at each other, stood up and walked over to that side. A highly respected old man from the Yuan family came out to maintain the scene and stabilize the ordinary guests for the time being.
Zhang Kun looked anxious, stood up apologetically and lied about going to the toilet. Of course Wang Tao was going to do something tomorrow.
When you reach the state of sitting and taking photos, you can naturally see the terror of the group just now.
Cang Ranran wiped her mouth, patted her belly and shouted that she was full, then stood up and walked out.
Wang Tao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, staring at Cang Ranran's back with increasing confusion.
She doesn't look like she knows martial arts? How dare she join in the fun?
Wang Tao looked up at the hall and saw that people were exiting one after another. As soon as they went out, they turned to the small hall not far away.
No need to ask, these people have already realized something and want to rush over to watch a good show.
Wang Tao rudely tore off half a piece of roast chicken, poured another half cup of soju, and then walked towards the Yuan family's small hall not far away, sipping wine and food.
When we arrived, there were Yuan family security guards surrounding the perimeter, prohibiting guests from entering.
This was not a problem for Wang Tao. He used his figure to the extreme, and a shadow swept towards the flower bed at the entrance of the small hall.
He looked around and found a wonderful place. He was dumbfounded as soon as he walked over.
I saw people squatting side by side behind the small flower bed. Not only Zhang Kun, but also Cang Ranran, who didn't understand martial arts, was squatting there. There were also a few people Wang Tao didn't recognize. They were probably martial arts practitioners.
"You...are all here to use the toilet?"
Wang Tao was at a loss for words. As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something stupid, but when he saw everyone nodding in unison, his face suddenly twitched.
He even looked at Cang Ranran weirdly, you girl nodded your head with a hammer?
Before Wang Tao could get weird, he heard scolding sounds coming from the small hall.
"You are worthy enough to find my master? Tsk! What Qian Hai, Wan Hai, you have to pass the test of me, Prince Li first."
King Li said as he walked out of the corner door and glanced at the visitor with a gloomy look.
"Scoff. Arrogant! Just you, you can't even pass this test of me, Xue Kuang."
To the northwest, the leading Khan sneered.
"It looks good. Yuan Tiandao's most powerful disciple, King Li, is going to fight Fan Qianhai's most powerful subordinate, Xue Kuang. Hey, it looks good when they fight."
Wang Tao, who was squatting by the flower bed, glanced at the old man who was speaking, then leaned over and said doubtfully.
"Fan Qianhai and Yuan Tiandao have a grudge?"
As soon as Wang Tao finished asking, everyone else looked over in confusion, and the old man suddenly looked proud.
"Hey, you have asked the right person."
The old man pondered for a moment, and when he saw everyone looking at him eagerly, his eyebrows suddenly lit up.
"It's not because of women. Hey, you must have never imagined that Gong Yihua has a sister named Gong Yihong. At that time, Yuan Tiandao and Fan Qianhai were both outstanding figures. They once called themselves brothers and slept together."
"You're talking about... Beihai Gong Yihua? One of the six great martial arts saints?"
Zhang Kun exclaimed, and the expressions of the others changed slightly, and at the same time, the fire of gossip was burning in their eyes.
"Of course, Fan Qianhai originally pursued his sister Gong Yihong, and Yuan Tiandao pursued Gong Yihua, but for some unknown reason, Fan Qianhai also began to pursue Gong Yihua, and Gong Yihong fell in love with Yuan Tiandao. Hehe.
"
The old man said proudly and laughed obscenely, his face almost bursting from laughter.
"Damn it! I didn't expect the Six Great Martial Saints to have such entanglements? But it seems like you haven't heard of Gong Yihua's sister Gong Yihong?"
A middle-aged man asked doubtfully.
"You haven't heard much about it? On the surface, these six martial saints are invincible, but in fact they are just like that, right? Just give me an example! Li Hongqi's master is still in the world, the leader of the Shenghuang Sect is mysterious, and the Demon Sha Seng
There is also a master."
Everyone was shocked when they heard the old man talking. They never thought that there are mountains outside the mountains and buildings outside the buildings.
"Li Hongqi's master? The leader of the Holy Emperor Sect? The master of Mosha Monk? Then they always come first, right?"
Zhang Kun asked in surprise.
"Hehe, what if it were good?"
The old man shook his head, and then suddenly fell into memories. A faint momentum spread out from his deep thinking state.
Everyone present except Cang Ranran were all martial arts practitioners. Sensing this momentum, everyone except Wang Tao and Cang Ranran changed their expressions.