In the evening.

The entire Fang Mansion was decorated with lights and brightly lit. The entire lobby was decorated very gorgeously, with rows of candles illuminating every corner. Just like a wedding ceremony, everyone was filled with joy, new clothes and pants, smiling. Then they heard the firecrackers outside and fireworks set off in the sky, which was very lively.

Indeed, the end of the year is almost the same. In this way, holding a banquet can actually be regarded as welcoming the New Year in advance.

Lord Fang knew that Wen Tianbao didn't like many people, so he held a banquet at the mansion. He did not call outsiders, but was all from the mansion.

Wen Tianbao and Gong Yichang sat in the upper seat with Lord Fang, and then Fang'er's lady Fang Xiner was next to Lord Fang, and then the old man, Li Yuan and others, and the rest of the Fang family's close friends sat down. Fang Xiner changed into a new white outfit and brocade silk, which made her skin look beautiful and unrestrained. Her eyes moved from time to time on Wen Tianbao, making Wen Tianbao feel uncomfortable.

"Haha." Gong Yichang also saw Fang Xiner's gaze and Wen Tianbao's shy expression, and couldn't help but smile: "If Mr. Wen likes it, why not marry Fang Xiner at today's banquet?"

"Mr. Gong, don't make fun of me." Wen Tianbao turned his head and said a little embarrassedly: "After all, I am still a monk. I am separated from the immortals and mortals, so I am destined to be unable to have anything to do with mortals."

"Your sentence is wrong." Gong Yichang said: "Not many families of immortal cultivation are like this. They are located in the mundane. They are better off marrying people in the world and having a peaceful life than being born and die in the world of immortal cultivation."

"You said it right. What a pity..." Wen Tianbao sighed, and a vivid past appeared in his mind. Then he poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and said seriously: "Although the world of immortal cultivation is a bit cruel, if there is no tempering, how can you get something? How can you turn your destiny without gain?"

Gong Yichang nodded and praised: "I think you are very young, but you are calm and have a good understanding of them. When you attend the fairy convention and enter the world of cultivation, you will definitely be extraordinary."

"Ah. The road to immortality is long, how many obstacles are there?" Wen Tianbao shook his head, poured another cup, raised his glass, and said, "A cup of clear wine will bring you good fortune and longevity for a lifetime. In this banquet for thousands of years, everything will be in no way."

"Good poems, good poems. I didn't expect that Mr. Wen is quite knowledgeable." After hearing this, Lord Fang's eyes lit up. He also pondered a glass and stood up. Everyone stood up together. Only then did Lord Fang raise his glass and say, "Young Master Wen saved his little girl's life, I am so grateful!"

Everyone under the seat also raised wine and gave a message. Fang Xiner also said, "The little woman's health today is all given by Mr. Wen. The little woman has no choice but toast a glass of wine."

After saying that, she also imitated everyone. She drank it all in one drink and had a cup, but she coughed, and a flush rose on her face, and her eyes were slightly drunk and confused. Wen Tianbao took a look inadvertently and saw Fang Xiner blushing slightly, her eyes were filled with autumn water, which made Wen Tianbao's heart beat. But he was calm in his heart and soon returned to normal, and he no longer went to see Fang Xiner.

A group of people ate, drank, laughed, talked about wine, and Wen Tianbao drank several glasses, and couldn't help but feel drunk. He was not a martial arts practitioner. Although he was a cultivator at the second level of Qi refining, he did not have the magic to force the wine to clear the spirit. In addition, he was a young man and did not know much about drinking. So he gradually became a little confused and drunk.

Gong Yichang is very powerful, and his face is not flushed or breathless. To be honest, he practices ancient martial arts and integrates spiritual martial arts, so he is naturally extraordinary.

Just as everyone was immersed in the excitement, a cold wind suddenly passed through the window, making people feel cold. Some half-drunk people couldn't help but tremble all over, and then their expressions gradually became clear.

Wen Tianbao was also a little awake for a moment, shook his head, looked around curiously, and finally looked at the shadow beside the door. Gong Yichang was the same, but he was unmoved and was still eating and drinking.

Lord Fang reacted quickly. He frowned and said to the door: "Who is coming?" As he said that, the old man Fang Bo and Li Yuan also stood up and were ready to go.

"Hmph." Suddenly, everyone heard a cold snorkeling, and then the strong wind blew, and the door was opened. The group of people were all covered in clothes and their bodies were chilling.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The old man Fang Bo was about to move and went out to investigate. Wen Tianbao waved his hand to stop him and said, "Be careful, slow!"

But it was already late. Just as Fang Bo took a step out of the door, a fist-sized flame rushed towards him. Fang Bo quickly flashed his strength, but he didn't expect that he was still stained with a few flames. The moment he was stained with his clothes, it suddenly spread like oil, and it spread out instantly. Before he could extinguish the whole person, a fireball was ignited.

"Ahhhhh~~~" Fang Bo's scream came, and everyone felt their scalp numb. The Fang family's lady Fang Xiner also had a pale face and was quickly protected by Lord Fang.

At this time, Wen Tianbao was completely awake. He and Gong Yichang looked at each other and floated out.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Wen Tianbao was ready. When the mantra moved, the jade flashed in his chest, and his fingers were like a spring, condensing a ball of water the size of a fist. Gong Yi was surprised when he was common in Wen Tianbao's magic. He could not help but be surprised. He could see that Wen Tianbao only had the second level of Qi Refining, but the magic he used was so thick and concise, equivalent to the spiritual power of Qi Refining.

His practice of ancient martial arts was at the early stage of innate cultivation, but he was much more powerful than traditional martial artists. His cultivation and magic power were equivalent to that of the cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining. In his every move, a light suddenly appeared and his divine power was hidden.

As soon as the two stepped out of the door, they saw two fireballs of the same fists colliding head-on. Wen Tianbao's fingers curled, and the accumulated water balls were stimulated, touching the fireballs, and the sizzling burning sound came, evaporating waves of water vapor.

But Gong Yichang hit the fist, which seemed simple and unpretentious, but a flash of light flashed in it, and the fist wind suddenly knocked the fireball away directly. The fireball flew to the tree on one side, and the entire tree suddenly ignited and turned into a dead tree in an instant.

"There are two monks? One of them is an ancient martial arts monk?" A man with an evil and weird appearance stood opposite the two of them. Seeing that they easily broke the magic, they were shocked.

"Who are you?" Gong Yichang pointed to the old man in Taoist robe and said. Wen Tianbao, who was beside him, did not speak, but he had already seen that the other party looked the same as the token found in the tree spirit's body a few days ago. The elder Yizhen Taoist he met later also had the same waist card on his body. This old man was the so-called Yizhen Taoist Master.

"Mu Yizhen, fellow Taoist, don't take action." The old man in the robe said quickly when he saw that the two of them were difficult to deal with. While waving his sleeves and carrying his left hand, he solemnly said: "Since we are all monks, how about reconciliation? Even the pill will not be investigated."

"Pills?" Gong Yichang heard this and looked at Wen Tianbao. Wen Tianbao explained a little, then stood up and said, "I have swallowed all the pills, and it's useless to pursue you." He looked closely. The old man in Taoism was carrying a long cloth behind his back, and his spiritual power was jogging. At the same time, Gong Yichang beside him looked up at the eaves, frowned.

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man in Taoism smiled, "This time I just want to cultivate a good relationship with the two fellow Taoists. Can you give me a thin face and come to our true Taoism and communicate with each other."

"Really? It can be resolved in just one or two sentences?" Wen Tianbao smiled slightly and said, "If you go, wouldn't you be tied up in a cocoon?"

"I promise not to make things difficult for you, and I will be a guest of honor." The old man in Taoist robe continued, and he moved forward a little while speaking. Wen Tianbao did not retreat when he saw this, but instead calmed down. However, a jade flashed on his chest, and the spiritual power of his dantian moved, which was secretly stored in his left and right hands.

At this time, Wen Tianbao saw Gong Yichang on the side also step forward a few steps. Gong Yichang smiled and said, "Okay, let's ask Taoist Mu to lead the way for us." The old man in Taoist robe was very alert. Seeing Gong Yichang approaching, he quietly moved backwards. Those who practice ancient martial arts often fight quickly and sharply in close combat, and ordinary monks are very afraid.

Everyone in the lobby looked outside nervously and did not dare to move. They knew that this was a confrontation between immortal masters and mortal warriors could not get involved.

"It's better this fellow Taoist, come, please." The old man in Taoism took a few steps back to the corner of the wall and gave way. Wen Tianbao kept staring at his every move. Just as the old man in Taoism turned sideways, Wen Tianbao found that the corner of his mouth was moving slightly, as if he was muttering something. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand behind and flicked it with his sleeves.

It's like a signal.

A faint light suddenly flashed on the surrounding eaves, and thin lines in the light connected to each other, forming a six-diamond shape.

"Be careful! Kill!" Gong Yichang rushed forward. His hands moved his muscles, his fist emitted a hazy light, and his body was fast, and he instantly hit the old man in Taoist robe.

At the same time, Wen Tianbao had finished chanting the spell. He coiled the flames with one hand and condensed the water ball with the other hand. This time, the fire that forced people to be strong and the condensed water ball, as if it was a sharp arrow to urge death, flew out with one hand and shot at the old man and one on the eaves.

"It's late!" The old man in Taoism robe suddenly smiled grimly, and the long cloth wrapped behind him suddenly broke apart, like a training session, and a green sword light rushed out. Gong Yichang was shocked for a moment. He did not expect that the other party had a flying sword!

Although Wen Tianbao had already known that the other party had a flying sword, his strength was not enough to be discussed. He wanted to be a fool, but he was still a little tender, and the old man took the initiative to attack him first.

Gong Yichang's flying sword slashed at him, and immediately moved his foot and rushed out with all his strength.

At this moment, a ball of flames emitted by Wen Tianbao also swept towards the old man in Taoism. While urging the flying sword, the old man used another magic trick. His feet seemed to be loaded with a wheel, and he could dodge it in a row.

At this moment, the six diamond-shaped light on the eaves flashed, piercing through the water ball, and shot towards Wen Tianbao like a small snake. Wen Tianbao quickly used the rapid exercise, and his body movements moved, but he felt that the light was like a maggot attached to bones, changing in the air, winding around, and unable to hide, and he was soaring that Wen Tianbao was panting and sighing.

Without Wen Tianbao's care, Gong Yi always stood at a disadvantage under the flying sword of the old man in Taoism.

Although Gong Yichang practiced ancient martial arts, it did not mean that his body turned into iron and steel. His body was at most stronger than ordinary immortal cultivators. He did not dare to take the flying swords at all, and could only escape and avoid them.

The flying sword was extremely fast. Gong Yichang practiced ancient martial arts and used blessing techniques, but his pace was still a little slow. He faced danger several times, and his clothes were cut by the flying sword one by one.
Chapter completed!