"By the way, our biggest contributor to this monster attack is Mr. Leng Qi. I wonder what Mr. Leng Qi thinks about this!"

The one who spoke was a young man who was leaning towards Leng Wuyou. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand, with a clear face and a smile on his lips. He looked easy-going.

Leng Wuyou glanced over and saw that it was someone he didn't recognize. He lowered his eyebrows. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he heard the man say again: "I think with the eyesight of the Seventh Young Master, he should be able to tell that this time

There is something very wrong with the large-scale attack by monsters on the city, but I have never gone out to experience it, so there are still many things that are a bit unclear. I wonder if Mr. Leng can explain it to us."

Feng Shuhe is the only child in Nanling Kingdom with a different surname than Wang, and his family has been passed down to three generations.

His father, Feng Jinyu, regarded him as a treasure and would give him whatever he wanted. However, such pampering made Feng Shuhe grow up as a playboy. On the contrary, Feng Shuhe was polite and in a dilemma.

He is also very popular in the imperial capital and has a group of followers behind him.

His cultivation talent is actually not bad, and he could have entered the imperial capital's genius list.

However, his foundation was damaged during an experience, and his cultivation has been stagnant ever since.

This moment made his father very anxious.

Prince Feng begged the emperor for this single Miaomiao, and got a lot of pills about repairing the foundation from the emperor, but unfortunately they were of no use. In the end, he gritted his teeth and sent him directly to Canglong Academy.

Because he heard that there was an alchemist in Canglong Academy. Although this person had a weird temper, he could practice the elixir that could repair the foundation. For the sake of his son, he also spent a lot of effort to get rid of him.

Entered the alchemist's presence.

Feng Shuhe has been away for five years. During these five years, his dedication and talent in alchemy made the elder alchemist take a fancy to him and accepted him as his direct disciple.

Not only a few days after being accepted as a disciple, he heard that the imperial capital was attacked by monsters, and he was worried that his father would be back.

But as soon as I returned to the Imperial Capital, I heard about Leng Wuyou, who was in the spotlight in the Imperial Capital.

He was a little curious about her, and at the same time, after hearing that he could practice Tiandan, he didn't believe it in his heart.

With his master's level as an alchemist, he is now only able to refine seventh-grade elixirs, and sometimes he is even unable to condense elixirs. How can such a young boy, who doesn't even have a crown, be able to refine a heavenly elixir?

I'm afraid people like these in the Imperial Capital haven't seen Tiandan being fooled by this kid, right?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

That's why he came to today's banquet, so that he could meet this young man at the banquet and reveal his true identity at the same time.

He thought well, but he didn't expect that the Tenth Prince incident would occur, so he became cautious about the young man in front of him.

He was thinking about whether to implement his plan, but when he saw this young man being so star-struck, he couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart.

A strange color flashed across Qing Lang's face.

Although he still has the prince and other geniuses weighing on his head, they have always been more talented than him, and he recognizes that, and he doesn't think it's okay.

But suddenly being overpowered by a loser made me feel unmotivated no matter what I was thinking.

Even though he is no longer a loser now, it doesn't change the fact that he was a loser before.

There was a smile on his lips, and he was playing with the wine bottle in his hand.

Looking up, Leng Wuyou could not see his inner thoughts at all from his appearance. This shows that this man also has a city, but how deep is the city?

Leng Wuyou twitched the corners of her mouth. No matter how deep the city was, anyone who wanted to provoke her would just come and she would continue.

Leng Wuyou's eyes moved with a hint of coldness.

The small teacup in her hand was placed on the table, making a crisp "clunking" sound.

"Little Prince Feng, let me tell you my opinion. Although there is no problem, I just have a question. Are you sure that these disciples here have really never gone out to practice?"

Leng Wuyou's tone was calm, without any emotion, and he just asked casually.
Chapter completed!