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Chapter 130 The King’s Feast (7)

 "Mr. Murong, drink tea!"

The porcelain cup fell heavily. Ning Yan turned his head slightly to avoid the splashing tea, and sat upright under the watchful eyes of the maid.

Naturally, there is no reason for a foreign minister to sit in the water curtain for a long time, even if he is a grand master in name. Otherwise, once word spreads, he will inevitably be given the title of "guest of the curtain". Such rumors will have a great impact on the princess's palace.

's reputation was a devastating blow.

Therefore, even if the little princess wanted to continue the conversation, she had no choice but to give it up. After a few words of nonsense, Jing'er drove her back to her seat, and it was regarded as a meeting.

He has more important things.

"Li Fuyou is very problematic."

Ning Yan glanced at everyone in the banquet with cold eyes. With the blessing of the Hundred-Pan Centipede Dragon Knife, he could clearly smell the stench coming from the opponent's body. Its intensity once made him wonder if everyone else's sense of smell had been damaged.

No reaction at all.

Jing'er, who was sitting on her knees, took advantage of the cover of pouring tea and whispered, "What do you think of my junior sister?"

"The symptoms of Miss Tan are much milder. The black energy on the Lingtai has not spread to the whole body. She is still a human being, but..."

"Speak directly if you have something to say, why are you hesitating?"

Ning Yan stared nervously at the porcelain cup on the table. The orchid breath that the maid breathed out while she was talking made his earlobes tingle, and he protested in a low voice: "Can you stop getting so close?"

After this reminder, Jing'er also noticed that the distance between the two was a little subtle, but when she thought about how many pairs of eyes were staring at them overtly or secretly, she suppressed her heart and said angrily: "It's not because your cultivation level is too low, otherwise we would have magical power to transmit sounds.

It’s not more convenient than this... Besides, you don’t want to be discovered, right? Bear with me!”

Ning Yan was left speechless and could only explain that this was all necessary entertainment for work.

Yes, that’s how the workplace is, Ruru will forgive me...

On the other side, due to Ning Yan's sudden appearance, Zheng Tiangong and others did not dare to act rashly. Just like colleagues who were having a happy dinner together but suddenly met the boss at the corner, it turned into a serious company team building. Everyone's expressions were expressionless.

Solemn.

Perhaps the only one with high morale is Xiaotan.

"Usually, you talk about the rules and regulations and pretend it's true, but when you see a man, you just rush to rub your ears and temples together. A piece of shit is a piece of shit!"

She has completely let herself go, cursing and swearing, which attracts even Li Fuyou to look sideways.

"Miss Tan, be careful, if the other party is really Murong..."

"If you keep nagging me, I'll cut your fat and make it into lard."

"I'm sorry."

The heart-stealing Gu is so powerful! Li Fuyou sighed again.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have some expectations for the red-haired young man's methods. With such a magical backing of Gu, maybe things weren't so bad that they were irreversible.

And maybe, with several of them working together, they can really kill the Grandmaster?

Li Fuyou glanced at Ning Yan and asked quietly: "Master Zheng, what did Master Li say?"

Zheng Tiangong pressed his hat and did not reply.

After a head-on confrontation with 'Murong Fu', he learned far more than the others.

The secret of spiritual practice lies in enshrining the three fields, which are often called Shimoda Qihai, Nakata Golden Tower and Ueda Shrine. The three fields are born and can be refined every time a heavenly barrier is broken. This has been done for thousands of years.

The consensus of martial arts.

And during the brief fight, he could feel that the kid's position was above the Golden Tower!

To be honest, he has not had the opportunity to come into contact with the third-level skills, but according to common sense, what else can this be if it is not a divine palace?

If the lower third rank is the limit of hard work, then the third rank is the limit of talent. To break through to the third rank, what is more important is opportunity. How many amazingly talented people were in the limelight when they were young, but in the end they died in the fourth rank.

The reason for the pinnacle is the lack of guidance on core skills.

The "Big Cave Jade Emperor's Taoist Collection" of Longmen Mountain, the "Fa Tian Shen Tao" of Baigongmen, the "Three Treasures Sutra" of Puchan Ancient Temple... All the techniques that can directly reach the level of refining the gods are all suppressed by their respective sects.

The school’s unique skills have always been heard only by its name but not its face.

And now, the Murong family's "The Stars Move" is very likely to be among the above, and the successor of his mantle is right in front of him!

He must think about whether this is his only chance in this life.

Although Zheng Tiangong had never heard of Gusu Murong before, even the Cao Gang couldn't collect all the information about all the masters in the Zhou Dynasty. What's so surprising about the presence of a few more hidden clans?

As for the authenticity of Murong Fu's identity, he was already seventy-eight percent convinced. Regardless of the means of breaking through the void, just looking at the maid named Jing'er, she almost seemed like a human being. If it wasn't the real Murong Fu, what would happen?

A master who can freely play with a refining level.

Do it! This damn opportunity is for me, Lao Zheng!

Zheng Tiangong made up his mind and immediately used his telepathic voice to say: "Get ready to take action, I will use the formation to lock Murong Fu."

Not long after, the reply from his companion sounded in his mind: "No, this set of killing moves is used to deal with Cui Huaipo. It is too risky to use it on a boy with unknown origins."

"Cui Huaipo is enough to deal with that person. The formation is originally a back-up, it's nothing more than activating it in advance."

"Then don't you know how to save some money? Do you think my fellow Fate Gu was blown by the strong wind?"

"I have made up my mind and will give it a try no matter what."

"Zheng Tiangong, are you out of your mind? How could you be so reckless!"

"Li Yan, I'm different from you." Zheng Tiangong narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "From the day the Sihai Cao Gang escaped, I secretly swore that one day I would come back to get my

Dignity!"

"Losing the bet is just a bad life. Anyway, there is no difference between me and death now!"

Li Yan, who was on the other end of the magical power, was silent for a long time, and finally relaxed: "Let's make it clear first that you won't be able to mess with my Gu Immortal, otherwise the mission will be difficult."

Zheng Tiangong solemnly said: "Okay! If this happens, I won't take any of the bonus, I will give it all to you."

"Nonsense, the bonus is mine too. Do you know how expensive Tongming Gu is?"

Seeing that everything was ready, Zheng Tiangong took out the bamboo whistle from his arms again. His movements were very slow, and his hands were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

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He has not been so excited for a long time to hunt down the young master who has recently become famous with his fourth-grade body!

Cui Huaipo became alert the moment he saw the bamboo whistle. The powerful wave of air that broke out of his body crushed the table in front of him inch by inch, and the entire banquet hall was shaking.

"Li Yan! Get out!"

Zheng Tiangong also stood up, standing still in the stormy weather, grinning and saying: "Brother Li has something important to do, so let me meet you first for him."

"Looking for death!" Cui Huaipo no longer held back at this moment, his five fingers hooked together into claws and flashed with dark light of gold and iron. The sky outside the flying boat suddenly darkened, and all the energy in his body turned into waves of ghosts. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling came one after another, making people roar.

Fearful.

This move is clearly his famous martial art, the Thirty-Three Sanshou that dispels souls and extracts marrow!

Cui Huaipo's sudden attack was like a signal. Almost everyone showed their respective dharma, and the fragile surface peace instantly collapsed, and the whole place was in chaos for a while!

"Xingfang, Xiaoping, you take the princess and leave first, I'll stay and deal with them!" Jing'er immediately ordered the maids, and in a hurry, she grabbed Ning Yan and said, "What are you doing standing there in a daze?

Let’s go! Don’t stay here and die in vain!”

Ning Yan was pushed by her but did not move. She looked at her body and smiled bitterly: "I...I don't seem to be able to walk."

He felt that the true energy in his body was more active than ever before, and a milky white glow evaporated from the surface of his body. At the same time, the hanging curtains on the four walls of the banquet hall slid down one after another, revealing the formation patterns that had been hidden for a long time.

Zheng Tiangong held the bamboo whistle in his mouth, and while dodging Cui Huaipo's offensive, he connected several hand seals, and he suddenly became heroic: "Murong Fu, even if your cultivation level reaches the sky, you will still drink hatred today!"


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