Lin Feng poured a glass of wine for the middle-aged monk sitting next to him.
The middle-aged monk was immediately flattered.
He quickly held the wine glass with both hands.
Lin Feng said, "You don't have to be so formal, I've always been casual!"
"Yes, yes, no formality, no formality!"
The middle-aged monk said quickly. Lin Feng poured wine for him personally. He was obviously at a loss.
Also very excited at the same time.
A strong man who is unimaginably powerful, a strong man who would even lower his profile to make friends with his own master.
He actually poured him a glass of wine.
If this young master is drinking with his master, it must be his master who pours the wine for him?
Now, he poured himself a glass of wine.
How could the middle-aged monk not be excited?
Shui Zihao, Shui Yuewen and others couldn't help but feel funny.
Isn’t that middle-aged monk too reserved in front of his brother-in-law?
I guess he’s someone who hasn’t seen much of the world, right?
The psychological quality seems to be too bad.
Shui Yuewen whispered in Shui Yuexin's ear, "Sister, who is that uncle? He can't be that kind of person from the secular world, right? That's why he is so ignorant? He looks quite funny now.
!”
Hearing Shui Yuewen's words, Shui Yuexin was almost frightened to death.
Others don't know the middle-aged man's identity, but Shui Yuexin knows.
The middle-aged man's master is Zhang Wentian, the supreme elder of the Xitian Immortal Sect.
Although Shui Yuexin didn't know what the middle-aged man was called, his master was so terrifying.
Presumably, the middle-aged man's identity must be extremely extraordinary.
Even the kind of big shot who can wipe out the Fulong Sect with just a few clicks.
The middle-aged man acted so reserved around Lin Feng because he knew how powerful Lin Feng was.
And if others dare to talk about such a strong person at will.
It is very likely to be catastrophic.
…
"Do not say silly things!"
Shui Yuexin glared at Shui Yuewen fiercely.
This was the first time Shui Yuewen saw Shui Yuexin's stern eyes, and she couldn't help being frightened.
She shrank her neck and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.
"The spirit wine of Fulong Zong doesn't taste very good, but it has a special fragrant taste. It must be because something special has been added!"
Lin Feng said.
The middle-aged man said, "I heard that a kind of spiritual grass that only grows near Fulong Sect is added! That's why it has such a fragrant taste!"
Lin Feng nodded and said, "I see, you should try it too!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The middle-aged man has naturally drank countless good wines, but for some reason, he feels that no wine has ever tasted as good as the glass of wine in front of him.
…
At this time, many people in the hall were looking in the direction of the stairs.
A group of monks came down in a furious manner.
"Oh my God, it's the sect master, deputy sect master, great elder, peak masters and others, all of whom are high-ranking members of the sect!"
"Why are all those high-level officials down? And they look like they are in a hurry. Could it be that something big happened?"
In the hall on the first floor, there are many disciples, deacons, elders, including monks who come to visit their own disciples for dinner.
When those people saw a group of big shots coming down, they were extremely shocked.
Many people all stood up.
"Lord Sect Master, over there!"
The elder who led the way pointed to Lin Feng's table.
Qin Fulong looked over and saw that his friend Zhou Chuyu, the deputy head of the Xitian Immortal Sect, was sitting half-assed on the bench and was talking to a young monk.
After seeing this scene, Qin Fulong had only one thought in his mind.
How can this be?
But soon.
He will know.
That young master is definitely not an ordinary person.
if not.
How could my friend be so cautious?
Who is he? Why does he appear in Fulong Sect?
Because many high-level officials of Fulong Sect have already seen Zhou Chuyu’s portrait.
So everyone recognized Zhou Chuyu immediately.
But.
When I saw Zhou Chuyu sitting on the bench with half his buttocks, carefully talking to a young monk.
All the senior officials of Fulong Sect were shocked.
Can't believe it.
Hard to believe.
All kinds of thoughts emerged in my mind.
"Who is that young master?" Qin Fulong looked at the disciple peak master Qin Chong who was following him.
Qin Chong is a member of his clan and knows everyone in the sect very well.
Qin Chong smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know who this person is. He should be a monk from outside. However, I have some impressions of the disciples sitting on his table. They seem to be people from the branch of the White Fox Clan, but that branch has long been lonely.
If this goes on, they won’t even be able to provide cultivation resources to these young people in their clan. I really can’t understand why they know such a big shot!”
Qin Fulong couldn't understand this matter either, so he decided to take it one step at a time.
"It's the sect leader, and many senior officials of the sect...".
Shui Ziyu saw Qin Fulong and others walking quickly.
I was immediately startled.
How had he ever seen so many high-level officials?
Wow.
All the children of the Shui family stood up and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the big shots.
For fear of breaking a taboo.
Not long after, Qin Fulong and others came over. The deputy sect leaders and others stopped more than ten meters away. Only Qin Fulong walked towards this side cautiously.
"Fulong, you're here!"
Seeing Qin Fulong coming, Zhou Chuyu greeted him.
"Fu Long? That middle-aged man who is careful when speaking in front of his brother-in-law dares to call the sect master by his first name? What's going on?".
The younger members of the Shui family all looked at each other with expressions of confusion. They couldn't believe their ears. They even felt that they must have heard wrong.
They had always thought that the middle-aged uncle was from the secular world, but now it seems that he is obviously not, because the middle-aged uncle dared to call their sect master by his first name.
"Chu Yu! I'm coming!"
Qin Fulong crossed his fists.
Zhou Chuyu said quickly, "This is my master's good friend Mr. Ji!"
Qin Fulong is a smart man, and he understood the meaning of his friend's words.
Zhou Chuyu’s master is a powerful true immortal, so only monks of the same level can be qualified to become Zhang Wentian’s friends.
So, is this young, somewhat excessive young master a true immortal?
Isn’t this incredible?
Could it be that the descendant of the ancient holy emperor of the human race was born?
Qin Fulong's heart was already as uneasy as an overturned river.
But after all, he has met some people from the world.
Qin Fulong clasped his fists and said, "I've met Mr. Ji!"
"Um!"
Lin Feng nodded and then said, "Find a place to sit by yourself!"
Hearing this, Qin Fulong moved a bench and sat half-assed on the bench, looking at Lin Feng cautiously.