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Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15 Unparalleled in the limelight

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As soon as Nie Yong entered the banquet hall, he instantly became the focus of everyone.

There was a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of coldness. His bright leather shoes stepped on the uncarpeted crystal bricks, and crisp footsteps sounded, calm, calm, and determined.

Even Feng Yuanmeng, who had just reached the second floor, stopped, walked to the railing, and looked at Nie Yong.

Nie Yong is a very interesting person. People who think he is charming will think he is charming no matter how they think of him; people who think he is ruthless will think he is ruthless; people who think he is talented will think he is talented no matter how they judge him.

In their circle, Nie Yong is an extremely special person. He rarely attends such banquets, but whenever he does, he is the only protagonist, without any accidents!

Amid everyone's envy, admiration, hostility, hatred, and indifference, Nie Yong walked to the stairs, took a glass of wine, looked up at Feng Yuanmeng on the second floor with a slight smile, held up the cup and said, "Yuanmeng,

happy Birthday."

Watching Nie Yong drink, Feng Yuanmeng frowned out of habit for some reason, but still looked at him and nodded without changing his expression.

"This is your birthday gift." Nie Yong said it as if it were plain, but with an aura that could not be refused. He took out a dark blue bead from his arms and placed it on the table.

The dark blue beads have an ordinary appearance, just like the kind you can sell a bunch of on the street for ten or twenty yuan.

But he didn't dare to say a word. Hissing never appeared on Nie Yong. Almost everyone present looked at the dark blue bead on the table, but Nie Yong raised his mouth slightly and squinted his eyes slightly.

Standing at the table, he seemed not to care about anyone else's looks.

Meng You, who was standing there with a calm and confident face, now looked extremely ugly.

He did not expect that Nie Yong would come, nor did he expect that Nie Yong would find this kind of luminous pearl as soon as he took action. Others may not recognize it, so how could he not understand that this kind of pearl can calm the mind, and secondly, it can also promote cultivation, because this kind of pearl can

The luminous pearls are all produced by the deep sea for who knows how many years. They contain the purest power, which escapes from time to time and can be absorbed by nearby cultivators, which is of great benefit to their cultivation.

Such things have always had a price but no market. With Nie Yong's move, he held the gift he had prepared in his arms and never took it out again.

Tan Songren's face didn't look good either. He prided himself on being dashing and always generous with his gifts. He thought that the gift he prepared would be enough to overwhelm Meng You and attract all the eyes of the party to him as always. However, he didn't expect that he would burst out half-naked.

Nie Yong, in this case, the gifts he prepared will not be available at all!

Lin Congfei, who was slightly behind them, had a sneer on his lips. He stood calmly and looked at Feng Yuanmeng, who was not far away from him. He saw that Feng Yuanmeng's face didn't change much, he just looked at it.

Nie Yong's eyes widened and he said, "Have you achieved another breakthrough?"

"It's just a fluke." Nie Yong looked at Feng Yuanmeng and said with a smile in his eyes.

Nie Fan sat in the corner, watching Nie Yong's face calm, but his heart was not calm. It was difficult for others to notice, but how could they hide it from Nie Fan. As soon as Nie Yong came in, Nie Fan felt a faint blood on his body.

Smell, this is the smell naturally emitted from the body after practicing a kind of blood skill, sucking the essence and blood of others, and the refining is not complete.

There is absolutely no way to stop this smell, and it is possible that even practitioners may not notice it and do nothing to stop it.

However, Nie Yong is definitely not ignorant of it, but he may think that others can't feel it, or don't care at all, because his cultivation has reached the late stage of Xuan level. Looking at the aura on his body, I am afraid that Feng Yuanmeng is not his at all.

opponent!

Nie Fan never expected that at a banquet where he thought children were playing house, so many ancient martial arts practitioners would appear, too young and powerful.

Moreover, when Nie Yong came in, he clearly saw him, and there was a hidden murderous intent in his eyes.

Nie Fan remained calm, looking coldly at this group of extraordinary ancient martial arts practitioners.

Feng Yuanmeng glanced at Nie Yong again, turned around and walked downstairs.

Meng You also looked at Nie Yong with a cold look on his face, his eyes flashing with coldness, and followed Feng Yuanmeng downstairs, Lin Congfei, and Tan Songlin naturally followed him downstairs.

As the five people went downstairs, the banquet hall, which had been quiet due to Nie Yong's arrival, became even quieter.

Feng Yuanmeng came up from upstairs. Before she could speak, Meng You behind her said in a cold voice: "Nie Yong, I heard that you were cultivated by Master Xiaobanshan. Let me see today whether you are worth it or not.

Cultivation.”

The Meng family was powerful enough to overthrow the Nie family, so Meng You was not polite to Nie Yong at all.

Nie Yong looked at Meng You, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and said, "Do you really want to try?"

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense." Meng You sneered and suddenly slapped Nie Yong on the chest.

Nie Yong's eyes were cold, but he stood still without moving. But when Meng You's palm was about to touch his chest, he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked Meng You's chest very quickly.

Meng You didn't have time to react. He grunted and flew backwards, hitting the wall behind him hard.

"You..." Meng You hit the ground and got up, looking at Nie Yong in disbelief.

He is now in the middle stage of Xuan level. If he wants to kick him away with such a simple kick, he must at least be in the late stage of Xuan level! Late stage of Xuan level? How is this possible? How much training has he received from his family to get to where he is today? A little Nie family

Is it possible to cultivate it?

"Is there anyone else who wants to try?" Nie Yong had a smile on his lips. He didn't even look at Meng You, but instead looked at Lin Congfei.

When Lin Congfei saw Nie Yong's eyes, he felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and felt uncomfortable all over.

Lin Congfei frowned, then let go, as if nothing happened, and looked at Nie Yong with a smile.

Nie Yong just glanced at Lin Congfei. Seeing that he refused to stand up, he didn't bother to expose him. He turned to Feng Yuanmeng and said, "Yuanmeng, do you mind if I borrow your place to solve some minor troubles? Don't worry.

It’s just a matter of half a minute.”

He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about an extremely insignificant matter.

Feng Yuanmeng looked at Nie Yong, a solemn look flashed in his eyes. Meng You couldn't feel Nie Yong's power, but she felt it.

Feng Yuanmeng heard Nie Yong's request and was about to refuse when Nie Cheng happened to walk in outside the banquet hall.

Feng Yuanmeng naturally also knew about the dispute between the second room of the Nie family. She frowned slightly and looked at Nie Yong: "I don't want to kill anyone in my life."

"That's natural." Nie Yong turned around with a smile and glanced at Nie Fan. The murderous intent was undisguised and very strong.

With just a glance, Nie Yong's eyes turned to Nie Cheng, who walked in with a calm expression. Then he looked at the girl next to him, who was dressed in black and gave off a fierce feeling. There was a trace of anger on the corner of his mouth.

The curvature is like ridicule, sneer, and disdain.
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