The table was quiet for only a moment before bursts of uncontrollable laughter broke out.
Among them, the son of Taoist Immortal named Huo Yan laughed the loudest.
His eyes were playful and full of contempt.
"I said to you, Mr. Ji, that's not the case for you, right? We are all sincere marriage seekers after all.
It would be too much for you to think of eating Shifang City's dishes with nothing."
Sitting next to him, Daozi Yi Zhong of Shangqingjie Jingtianyuan took off his jade flute from his waist, pretending to be sympathetic and smiled pitifully:
"If Mr. Ji is really strapped for money and has nothing to offer, I have a fairy flute to 'wash away the dust'.
I can lend it to the young master, after all, Miss Fang San is never short of rare treasures, so how about you perform a piece of music in front of the public and express your feelings?"
Yi Zhongxian slowly turned the fairy flute between his fingers.
At this time, a drop of wine turned into a thread, and flew in quickly, as sharp as an arrow, and cut the fairy flute in two.
Yi Zhongxian's expression froze and he looked in the direction of Rong Lijun with an unkind look.
But I saw that the handsome immortal king with exquisite elegance and romantic body put down the wine glass at some point and twirled his slender fingers lightly.
Wine beads as crystal clear as gems rose up from his wine glass and swirled around his fingertips.
"Rong Lijun, what do you mean?!"
Rong Lijun smiled and said: "It's just a token of appreciation, that's right, but Brother Yi, the quality of your flute is too fragile.
I just tried it and it broke into two pieces, so there’s no need to take it out and embarrass myself, right?”
This fairy flute 'washes the dust' was passed down by the dean of the Jingtian Academy in the Shangqing Realm. It is an important fairy and a symbol of Taoist status.
He has worn it for hundreds of years and developed his spirituality. In a few years, he only needs to catch a big demon and transform it into a spiritual weapon to join the lineage of immortal weapons.
Now that it was ruined like this, it was even more of a slap in the face for it to be broken in half in public.
Yi Zhongxian's face was gloomy, his eyes were filled with anger, and his words were full of gloom and harshness.
"Rong Lijun, don't think that our Jingtian Academy is afraid of your Ashengmen!"
Situ also disliked Rong Li for a long time, seeing how ignorant he was.
For a humble mortal to provoke the sons of various Taoist immortals over and over again and make enemies for himself, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
He also spoke out and criticized: "Rong Lijun is so blind that he makes enemies everywhere.
Are you really planning to leave no way out for yourself in the future fairyland?"
"If you say that I am deliberately provocative..."
Rong Lijun smiled slightly and pushed the wine glass in front of him.
His movements were arrogant and wanton, and the wine poured out, spilling all over the table.
"Then I just provoked you idiot, so what do you think?"
"This is too much of a lie. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"
Yi Zhongxian immediately threw down the half-broken flute in his hand and slapped the table angrily, knocking over all the fruits and delicacies on the table.
With one step, he smashed the ten-foot-wide mat table made of black wood into pieces.
The ancestors of Yi Zhong rose up like a dragon, holding the sword in their hands, and the strong sword intent invaded their bodies and skin.
Dressed in green and white clothes, in the shadowy night, the bright pearl lights loomed like an illusion of a rising dragon, and the afterimage of the sword light, beheaded at the head!
Rong Lijun and he are both the sons of Taoist immortals, and their strength and cultivation are similar.
The moment Yi Zhongxian drew his sword, three thousand fallen leaves floated around him, and the green light enveloped his body and dispersed in the wind.
The next moment, Yi Zhong appeared outside the banquet table, angered by the provocation before Yi Zhong.
He was calm and calm, and his spiritual power flashed suddenly. Under the shadow of the remaining sword, it was extremely difficult to capture his breath and movement.
Rong Lijun's body movements are as light as leaves blowing in the wind, even though Yi Zhongxian's momentum is raging.
But the sword failed and failed to hit a corner of his clothes.
Yi Zhongxian only felt that Rong Lijun was extremely hateful, and it was clearly him who made the provocation first.
The fight started now, but I didn't dare to confront him head-on.
It's just opportunistic, taking advantage of Ashengmen's unique body skills to avoid fighting.
Another sword failed, and Yi Zhongxian felt like a monkey being teased.
His eyes were cold and cold, and he simply put away his sword and stood up.
"Could Mr. Rong Li be trying to be that clown? He has clearly accepted the challenge, but he does not dare to confront him head-on.
I didn’t know that the son of a dignified Taoist immortal could be so cowardly as a rat!"
The breeze was blowing everywhere, and the fallen leaves were drifting away. They were clearly in the indoor tower, but there was a light rain all around.
In the gentle breeze and drizzle, Rong Lijun's figure was elegant, and his movements were gentle and elegant as he stepped out of the surrounding area.
Carrying a body of clear misty clouds and mist, as elegant as the moon in the water or the flowing clouds in the sky, he came to the front of Baili'an.
It's only a few steps away from the door.
Who would have expected that two dignified sons of Taoist immortals, both of whom were distinguished and distinguished people, could actually get into a fight over a few disagreements.
Everyone frowned frequently, but they were also worried about getting burned and didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
That Rong Lijun is usually a very nice person to get along with, but today he seems to have taken the wrong medicine for some reason, and he offends everyone he sees.
Also, Yi Zhongxian was furious at the moment. If he tried to stop him, he would inevitably be drawn into the battle.
In front of Miss Fang San, it is unbecoming of etiquette. What kind of decency is it?
Balian, who was sitting casually, had no intention of watching the excitement, as if it had nothing to do with him. He lowered his head, tucked his sleeves, and was peeling a crystal purple grape with his head lowered.
But under his hands, he had already peeled nearly a full plate.
Rong Lijun stood on his tiptoes and seemed to have some realization. He opened his eyes and glanced at the table where the 'Sparrow God Lord' was sitting.
I saw that the crystal grapes on her desk were empty, and there was a small pile of grape skins piled in the corner of the table.
Yi Zhong saw this first and thought he was outnumbered and wanted to escape. He sneered and asked how he could let him succeed.
He raised his left palm, and four crimson flame pillars jumped on his palm and jumped up.
Finally, they successfully captured Rong Lijun's body and aura and surrounded him.
The four fire pillars are located in all directions, connected to each other, turning into a square wall of fire-colored light.
Rong Li raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, as if he was annoyed and sighed: "Oh, I was caught all of a sudden."
Yi Zhongxian walked like a dragon and a tiger, a fierce fire burned between his sleeves, and he raised his sword on top:
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Burning pillars of fire, square locks, Rong Lijun's bright and upturned eyes seemed to be quenching light under the thick eyelashes.
He smiled faintly, and suddenly a folding fan appeared in his hand, holding it behind his back.
It happened to hit the flaming sword that Yi Zhong struck first.
The blade of the sword met the fan and shot out thousands of strong sparks.
Rong Lijun's movements were restricted, he seemed to be outmatched, and screamed in agony.
The folding fan in his hand suddenly fell apart and turned into endless fragments, flying out like drizzle and smashing into Yi Zhongxian's body.
However, in order to cause any injuries, like broken light sinking into the water, not making any ripples, naturally it will be unscathed.
On the contrary, Rong Lijun was knocked away, and even the four pillars of fire that sealed his domain's formation were shattered into pieces.
By coincidence, he was knocked down onto Balian's table with a dull bang. The table full of delicious food was crushed to pieces, and the drinks flowed everywhere.
On that table of delicacies, only the peeled amethyst grape in Balian's hand survived.
When Yi Zhong saw how embarrassed he was, he suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
Just as he was laughing proudly, his energy veins all over his body suddenly felt strangely numb, and then there was a pain like a crushing needle piercing him.
He staggered back a step, his face pale.
Just when everyone thought Rong Lijun was completely defeated and had a knowing smile on his face, they suddenly felt something strange happened to Yi Zhongxian.
Situ also frowned and asked, "Brother Yi, what's wrong with you?"
Yi Zhongxian absolutely refused to admit that he had been successfully injured by this villain Rong Li.
In terms of cultivation, he is a level higher than Rong Li, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress him in the beginning.
In terms of years of practice, he is even older than Rong Li for a period of sixty years.
So no matter how you look at it, there is no reason for him to feel depressed today.
He gritted his teeth and suppressed the tormenting pain, not wanting to check his physical condition immediately.
He could only pretend to be calm and said: "It's okay, I'm just worried that I'll strike too hard, fail to save face for Ashengmen, and hurt people too seriously.
If you end up in a hemiplegia situation from now on, it will be a great sin."
Everyone was amused and laughed at Yi Zhongxian's fiery temper.
No one cares about the loser's mood.
Only Bai Lian couldn't help but see the troublemaker so close to him.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the plate of crushed grapes under his hand, and frowned slightly.
Why does he feel... In fact, Rong Lijun is fully capable of defeating and even teasing the impulsive and irritable son of Taoist Immortal?
Why did he deliberately fail and suffer defeat, but it was more like deliberately feeling sorry for the peeled grapes on his plate.
There was only one grape left in my hand.
It would be a bit unseemly to give it to Xiaoshuang like this, so Balian thought for a moment.
Forget it, just eat it yourself.
Before he could deliver the grapes to the entrance, a head came over first.
While no one was paying attention, Rong Lijun leaned over and gently took the grape on Balian's fingertips.
The tip of his soft and warm tongue seemed to curl around his nails.
Balian pointed his finger, and the grape was stolen by someone so openly!
He frowned even more tightly.
One of Rong Lijun's cheeks swelled into the shape of a grape, his eyes were raised, and his long eyes were shining brightly.
The lips, moistened with grape juice, were bright red, like a light stroke of red ink, deeply alluring.
Yin Baishuang, who didn't like to watch the excitement, and whose focus was always on Bai Lian, almost couldn't hold it back, and like Yi Zhongxian, he flipped the table over in anger.
What kind of strange monsters and ghosts are there in the marriage-seeking team in Shifang City?
Why is Rong Lijun so evil? Didn't he come to Shifang City to ask to marry Fang Geyu?
Here comes the man who is teasing my mother in front of everyone?!
Nowadays, when looking at one's own men, they not only have to guard against women.
Bai Lian's heart was turned upside down. Before he could get angry, a huge crash suddenly came from the table.
Everyone looked up and saw Fang Geyu holding his chin in his hand, rolling an Ambergris Orb in his hand.
But under her desk was another ambergris orb that had been smashed into pieces.
The spiritual energy overflowed and scattered around the bead, turning into wisps of colorful dreamy light. It was obvious that such a priceless treasure had been scrapped like this.
Mu Yunye's eyes were deeply focused, but he didn't speak.
Fang Geyu rolled it gently under his finger, and the remaining orb also rolled down and fell to the floor, where it ended up falling apart again.
She looked as if nothing had happened but destroyed two ordinary bricks, raised her eyes, and said calmly:
"Is this just a little bit of fun? Why don't I, Miss, mark out a place for you so that you can have a good fight and differentiate yourself?"
Such a precious thing that could only be found in the Nine Heavens of the Immortal World was thrown away so easily.
The ridiculous and prodigal skills of Third Miss Fang of Shifang City really opened everyone's eyes today.
Mr. Mu, the young lady’s words and deeds today are unreasonable and she accidentally ruined the gift you carefully prepared. This is really the fault of Shifang City.
I hope you can bear with me for the sake of my young age."
Mu Yunye looked at the fragments on the ground, his eyes a little unpredictable, but he did not get angry.
Jin Zi's nephew just smiled calmly and said: "If I can make the third lady laugh, then breaking two orbs will mean nothing."
Qin Lou thought to himself that Mu Yunye was indeed worthy of being the son of the Golden Immortal.
This kind of tolerance and calmness of favor and humiliation are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Oh...what a pity, what a pity."
Rong Li rested his face on his hands, with the lapels of his outer robe lightly open, lying elegantly and leisurely on his side on the banquet table in front of Bai Lian, his handsome face as smooth as jade.
He casually turned into a folding fan and shook it gently. He was infinitely romantic, noble and lazy, half of his cheeks were slightly bulging with grapes in his mouth, and his eyes were full of casual charm.
"Mu Xianjun's treasure doesn't seem to make the beauty smile. Isn't this gift too petty? The third lady doesn't like it, so she has to use it to smash it."
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Today he had offended Situ first, and that was enough for Yi Zhongxian and the other two. Now Mu Yunye dared to stab him.
The wine I drank today was not intoxicating. Why did Mr. Rong Li drink so carelessly?
Mu Yunye glanced at Rong Li calmly, with a slight mockery in his dark eyes.
Fang Geyu's fingers were about to fall, and he picked up the greeting gifts offered by everyone. He didn't favor one and smashed them one by one.
She looked like she was losing interest and wanted to be beaten: "Rong Lijun is right, if it were in the past, I would still have some fun picking up these little gadgets and smashing them.
But, just a few days ago, someone gave me a gift in private.
Five thousand top-quality spiritual stones, one hundred thousand kilograms of black crystal stone, five thousand cans of spiritual tung oil, nine hundred branches of Seven Que trees, five hundred demon fire marrow pills, and three deep sea source crystals.
There are so many things, but I just want to have a good relationship with this lady.
You are determined to enter Shifang City, but the gifts you have prepared are not even ten thousandths.
I just suddenly felt that I was so bored."
Situ was not happy after hearing this. The Fire Coral he gave away was not cheap.
In just a few words, she devalued the things she gave away as worthless.
Furthermore, she is the eldest lady of Shifang City, how can she be like that businesswoman from the market?
I went there several times to compare who gave more gifts, those who gave more expensive gifts, and those who gave better gifts.
Then turn around and bury other people's gifts.
"Third Miss, what you said is wrong. Gifts are no longer valuable in your heart. Miss Fang just said that this person has no acquaintance with Third Miss on weekdays. How could he prepare such a heavy gift for no reason? If he shows courtesy without any reason, he is either an adulterer or a thief."
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Fang Geyu nodded in agreement and looked at the various debris on the ground:
"Yes, I don't have any acquaintances on weekdays. If you give me these things, they are probably just showing your courtesy for nothing. They are either adulterers or stolen. Mr. Situ, your words are really pleasing to the ear. You might as well say a few more words.
Come and listen?
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