While he was talking, a voluptuous woman wearing a Chinese cheongsam came up one after another carrying exquisite porcelain plates.
Naturally, the porcelain plates contained a variety of delicacies. The restaurant not only served the dishes very quickly, but also the dishes were delicious in color and aroma. Even the women who served them were of top quality.
However, at this moment, the people present were not in the mood to appreciate it.
Chang Shengtian, the sect master of the Changtian Clan, just glanced at the exquisite dishes on the table and snorted coldly: "If that old guy doesn't die, how can I have the power and status I have today, and how can I enjoy endless glory and wealth?"
And fine clothes and fine food?"
What he said was so natural that even Mao Shiba was stunned.
After a long while, Mao Shiba's words came out one by one: "So, you deserve to die even more!"
Chang Shengtian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, looking at him as if he had heard a big joke. He shook his head and said: "Junior brother, you must have never tasted this delicacy in the past twenty years, right?"
Speaking of this, he suddenly let out a long sigh, and then said: "You and I have not seen each other for more than twenty years, why don't you sit down and have a meal first? After all, it is better to die than to starve to death, right?"
As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. Mao Shiba wanted to cut him into pieces because he would not have the appetite to eat again.
However, Tang Feng, who had been sitting next to him, suddenly said: "That's right. Let's eat first. Once you're full, you can hit the road!"
Chang Shengtian gave Tang Feng a vicious look, laughed and said, "This little brother is wise."
He laughed loudly, flicked his long sleeves, and immediately sat down with a majestic look.
In his opinion, when Tang Feng said that he was ready to go on the road after having enough food, he could not be referring to himself, so of course he was referring to Mao Shiba.
Anyway, judging from what Elder Yin Yang learned when he came back, his junior brother, who is dying now, is only at the peak of the first level of Kai Mai.
As for him, although his talent is not as good as his junior brother, he has never been idle in the past twenty years, and now he has reached the level of a third-level pulse-opening master.
This is basically a matter of certainty, so he is not in a hurry, not at all.
Although Mao Shiba was very anxious, he had to hold back when he saw Tang Feng sitting there as steady as a mountain.
The cold wind suddenly stopped at some point, and the atmosphere in the attic seemed to suddenly relax.
No one spoke, but if you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that this octagonal attic is already filled with a faint murderous aura.
At this time, the three people of the Chen family are the most relaxed. As the saying goes, the matter has nothing to do with them. Now they have made an appointment with both parties according to Yi Bufan's request. As for what will happen next, it is none of their business.
’s matter.
Yi Bufan suddenly laughed and waved his hands: "Come here, everyone, this place is a beautiful scene, and there is such a beautiful woman, why should we ruin the scenery so much? Let's raise a toast."
While he was speaking, his eyes were directed at Zhuge Furong, who was clinging to Tang Feng's side. However, Zhuge Furong didn't look at him at all.
Seeing this, Yi Bufan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and he glanced at Tang Feng.
Tang Feng was too lazy to look at him. In fact, he didn't look at anyone since he came upstairs. He squinted slightly and just looked at the clear and vast lake below.
Naturally, everyone in the Chen family raised their glasses in response. After all, they had to listen to Yi Bufan's words.
It was at this time that the middle-aged man in an apricot-yellow gown, who was also the current head of the Changtian Sect, suddenly stood up with a cup in hand and faced Tang Feng.
"I am Chang Wufei, the current head of Changtian Sect. I heard that you, the young hero, are the heroes of our time. Even my two Yin-Yang brothers are full of praise for you!"
When Chang Wufei said this, he raised the wine glass towards Tang Feng with both hands and said: "This glass of wine is specially presented to you for my two Yin Yang senior brothers!"
In fact, although his words were spoken openly, his tone was extremely harsh and harsh, and anyone could hear the provocation in his words.
Of course it was impossible for Tang Feng not to hear it, but he still squinted his eyes slightly and looked ahead. He didn't even bother to turn his head to look at him, but suddenly sighed: "I will never drink two kinds of toasts in my life."
Chang Wufei said with a smile: "Which two kinds?"
Tang Feng still didn't turn around and said: "One is the wine offered by a treacherous and evil person, and the other is offered by a dog."
When he said that this was not an unusual reaction, he added: "Of course you are not in these two situations."
Chang Wufei couldn't help but smile. Looking at his interesting expression, he seemed to be quite interested in the young man in front of him.
He smiled and asked: "So, did you drink this glass of wine?"
Tang Feng shook his head slightly: "If you don't drink, do you know why you don't drink?"
Of course Chang Wufei couldn't know, he didn't speak, but his face darkened.
Tang Feng still said calmly: "It's just because you are worse than a dog!"
If you don’t drink the wine offered by a dog, then of course you will drink the wine offered by someone who is not even as good as a dog.
Chang Wufei originally wanted to retain some restraint, but when he heard these words, his anger was like a volcano erupting.
He slapped his big hand from the table and yelled angrily: "What kind of a piece of shit are you? The leader of this sect originally wanted to fulfill his duties as a landlord, but I didn't expect you to be so disrespectful!"
Tang Feng still didn't turn around, and just said calmly: "You were not involved in that incident twenty years ago, so why rush out and die."
"I think you are the one who died!"
Before the word "you" could be said, his men had already rushed out, flying like a lion fighting a rabbit, reaching out their sharp claws to reach for Tang Feng's throat.
However, Tang Feng still sat there motionless, and he still didn't look back. He was still smoking, and it looked like his butt was rooted to the chair.
Seeing that the opponent's claws were about to catch him, Tang Feng moved, or to be precise, his mouth moved.
He suddenly let out a long puff, and the smoke that was originally held in his mouth immediately rushed out like a sharp sword, and with a whoosh, it rushed towards the opponent's palm.
Chang Wufei snorted disdainfully, but the next moment his expression changed drastically.
Because he suddenly discovered that the smoke spit out from the opponent's mouth was actually harder, sharper, and more powerful than a sword.
It was obviously too late for him to stop at this time, not to mention that the smoke shot out was faster than him.
Suddenly, there was a scream, and Chang Wufei's palm was immediately pierced, and drops of blood, like plum blossoms, were scattered on the marble table.
After the blood was spilled, his man fell heavily to the ground with a bang.
The scene suddenly fell silent, a deathlike silence, everyone's eyes widened, gasping for breath, and a look of horror appeared on their faces.
The supreme elder of Chang Tianmen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned his head and glared at Tang Feng, his eyes filled with solemnity.