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【134】

The smoke of the wolf spreads for thousands of miles together, and the sound of the drum shakes the heaven and the earth.

On the Ziyun Square, the neat and solemn drill of the Flying Bear Army deeply shocked everyone present. Thousands of soldiers were mounted on the battlefield, attacking the city and fortifying the stronghold. They were invincible and invincible.

The ultimate in military service is nothing more than this.

On the stands beside the square, a middle-aged man from the Sword-Forging Villa frowned slightly. Because he felt very foolish in his heart; because he didn't know whether the warriors they lurked in this time could.

Defeat these thousand 'Flying Bear Army'.

This middle-aged man, named 'Shangguan Chen', is a low-level Xuanshi cultivator and one of the twelve elders of the 'Zhujian Villa'. Although his status is not as good as that of 'Jiang Poxiao', he is almost the same as 'Jiang Gongyue'.

Murong Mingyu looked at the sad Shangguan Chen with a slight smile on his face, but he was extremely proud in his heart.

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Every region has this shortcoming: no matter whether it is a good thing, a bad thing, a funeral, a happy event, a big thing, or a small thing, it has to be settled at the dinner table, and it has to be drunk and extravagant.

Negotiated.

Everyone in the ‘Purple Cloud Sea’ is also unavoidable.

After the martial arts performance in the square, the scene quickly changed and came to another main hall of the "Ziyunhai" - the "Nanyun Hall".

The crowd is still there, the excitement is still there, and the distinguished guests are still there.

Just watching martial arts performances turned into clinking wine glasses.

At the top of the hall, Murong Mingyu sat upright. His already dignified appearance made him look even more imposing under the background of his 'Purple Cloud Robe'.

Below Murong Mingyu, there is an old man sitting. The old man is probably a hundred years old, because his face is densely covered with black spots, just like a leopard. Those spots are called 'age spots'.

The old man's name is 'Yun Zaixing', and he is Yun Zhenyu's grandfather, the oldest member of the 'Purple Cloud Sea'. His cultivation level is the same as Jiang Huyu's, having half a foot in the 'Xuan Xing' world.

A person of spiritual rank.

Shangguan Chen looked at Yun Zaixing and became even more frightened. He did not expect that Yun Zaixing, who had been in seclusion for ten years, would actually appear at this 'succession ceremony'. At this moment, he looked like an intruder.

The child who was in trouble just kept his head down and drank without saying a word.

Below Yun Zaixing, sat the two people Ye Junlin was most familiar with: Song Jinghong and Xu Guoyu. As the "Elders Protecting the Sect" of "Ziyunhai", they were naturally qualified to sit here.

Below the two sect-protecting elders are a group of foreign guests: Ling Jing, the sect-protecting elder of the Wild Wolf Gang; Shangguan Chen, the elder of the Zhujian Villa; Ye Tao, the vice-president of the Chixiao Chamber of Commerce...

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The banquet began, and maids dressed in purple gauze filed in one after another.

The aroma of vegetables is wafting and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

Birds and beasts, delicacies from the mountains and seas, Lanling fine wine, amber jade cups... plates of delicacies and precious utensils were placed on everyone's table in an instant.

Colorful and dazzling.

Ye Junlin and Fan Jun, who were hiding on the ceiling, couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Senior, I want to go down and have a taste." Ye Junlin's lips were almost dripping with tears.

Fan Jun looked at Ye Junlin and wanted to pretend to be an elder and educate Ye Junlin: young people should learn to resist temptation.

But helplessly, the laughter dripping from the corner of his mouth betrayed him in an instant.

Fan Jun swallowed the words that were about to reach his lips. He rolled up his sleeves, wiped the scratches at the corners of his mouth, and then said awkwardly: "Let me get some for you."

Fanjun removed a little of the 'closed space' he had condensed, and then a spiritual energy turned into a small hand, and when a fat warrior was not paying attention, he dragged back a fragrant roasted deer leg.

Fan Jun divided the roasted deer leg into two, handed half to Ye Junlin, and then coveted: "Eat it."

"Thank you, senior." Ye Junlin thanked him happily, and then started chewing heavily.

A drop of saliva accidentally dripped from Ye Junlin's mouth, and then accidentally dropped on the head of a bald warrior.

The bald warrior frowned slightly, then gently wiped his shiny head with his sleeve, and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell did you find in the 'Purple Cloud Sea'? It's leaking!"

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Drinking and drinking together for three rounds.

The 'big shots' at the banquet ate very deliciously, and Ye Junlin and Fan Jun did not miss anything. During the banquet, food kept mysteriously disappearing, and there were more 'water drops' on the head of the bald warrior.

It dripped down.

The bald warrior was very depressed, so he kept changing positions.

But no matter how he moved, there would always be 'water drops' falling on his head. Because for the convenience of 'stealing food', Fanjun condensed the small square space and kept moving.

The bald warrior kept wiping the dripping 'water drops' and cursed: "Why does the water keep leaking? Why does the water keep leaking? Why does the water keep leaking..."

How depressing!

Yun Zaixing raised his wine glass and stood up slowly. The originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes were focused on the old man, and some even dared not take a breath.

Yun Zaixing calmed down and slowly raised his glass and said: "On behalf of 'Purple Cloud Sea', I would like to thank everyone for coming to attend the 'succession ceremony' of the new leader of my 'Purple Cloud Sea'. I hope that in the future, all forces can get along harmoniously."

, let us drink this cup to its fullest.”

After Yun Zaixing finished speaking, he drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone stood up at this moment. They also picked up their wine glasses and drank down every drop.

Fanjun looked at the people drinking, and a look of uneasiness instantly appeared on his face.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Ye Junlin asked while chewing on a piece of tiger meat.

"There is poison in the wine." Fanjun answered simply.

"What?" Ye Junlin was shocked, and the half-eaten piece of tiger meat in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

The tiger meat was so magical that it actually penetrated Fanjun's barrier space and fell straight down.

"Bang!"

The tiger meat hit the bald warrior on the head.

"Damn! What the hell is this place? Not only is water leaking, but also tiger meat is leaking!" The bald warrior muttered, grabbed the half piece of tiger meat that fell on the table, and bit into it viciously.

Ye Junlin was very anxious because he suddenly understood that this might be Luo Yi's conspiracy.

But Fanjun didn't take it seriously. His soul thoughts were on his 'Psychic Palace', constantly scanning it, as if he was looking for something like this.

"Calm down." Fan Jun said slowly: "It's just the first-order poison 'Cartilage Powder', it's no big deal."

After Fanjun finished speaking, the light in the 'Psychic Palace' shone brightly, and a pill shining with purple light appeared in his hand.

"This is the third-level elixir 'Detox Pill'. It can detoxify all poisons below the third level." Fanjun said, and with a flick of his hand, the elixir instantly turned into dust all over the sky. Under Fanjun's control,

Down, he disappeared into the wine glasses of the elders of the 'Purple Cloud Sea'.

Luoyi never expected that the 'poisoning strategy' he had carefully planned would be resolved so easily.

The banquet continued, and everyone in the hall felt a little drunk as they mingled with each other.

Luo Yi was sitting in the main hall, feeling extremely anxious. At this moment, he was as restless as if he were sitting on a needle board.

"Luoyi, what's wrong with you?" Murong Yelun glanced at Luoyi, who was sitting on pins and needles, and shouted in a low voice.

"Old sect master, I...I...have an urgent need to urinate..." For the first time, a trace of red appeared on Luo Yi's gloomy face. But it was not shyness, but anxiety.

Luo Yi ran away and disappeared.

Murong Yelun looked at Luo Yi's back and couldn't help but shook his head.

Luo Yi ran outside the main hall and couldn't help but cursed: "Damn old ghost, why doesn't this medicine work?"

At this moment, Luo An hurried over and said anxiously: "Master, Mr. Jiang asked me to ask you, why don't you take action?"

Luo Yi looked at Luo An, who was sweating profusely, and felt even more anxious. He just heard him yelling: "How the hell did I know!"

Luo An's head shrank slightly, like a turtle, but he no longer dared to say anything.

After a long time, Luo Yi calmed down. He thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, now that the situation has come to an end, we can only let the 'White Horse Yi Cong' enter the city and let them attack by force."

After Luo Yi finished speaking, he took Luo An to the city gate.

What Luo Yi didn't know was that above his head, an imperceptible mysterious space was staring at him...


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