Anyway, they are all white-faced masters, this cannot be changed, and there is no need to fight with these old men endlessly.
"Yan'er."
Just when Zheng Qi and others were rejoicing, a voice of laughter came from the side.
I saw that the two brothers Zhongnan didn't know when they appeared in front of Baiyan, and their eyes were both unkind.
Of course, this unkindness is in the opinion of Zheng Qi and others.
"Since the palace lord is your grandfather, why don't you stay in the fantasy palace? Our two old guys are just you, a disciple, and I really don't want you to leave."
Wow!
Qiu Shurong's face turned from blue to white, then from white to blue. He really couldn't control his violent temper, so he raised his hand and threw the table to the ground.
"What do you mean in the fantasy palace? We kindly come to participate in your birthday, but you still want to abduct my disciple?"
His old face was full of anger, his eyes staring at the two brothers Zhong Nan fiercely, and gritted his teeth.
Ren Yi snorted, and then stood up: "You are just like her disciples, don't we have other disciples? What's more, things will come first and then come first. Yan'er recognizes us first, and you must stand back. "
"Not bad!" Zheng Qi changed his former indifferent, his fists were clenched and clucked, expressionless on his face, "Yan'er is my disciple. How can we arrange Yan'er, mother and child in a broken place? Our Holy Land has given her the Holy Island, and the environment of the Fantasy Palace can be compared to the Holy Island?"
…
"..."
All the guests present were dumbfounded.
A good birthday banquet, why do the old men of these three forces look like they are about to fight
and…
Wen Yunfeng's daughter is also a pale face
This…
Everyone's expressions froze at the same moment.
She is the disciple of the three elders of the Holy Land, the granddaughter of Bai Changfeng, and now even the fantasy palace is related to her, isn't it the three biggest forces in the mainland have all become her backstage
Who can beat such a powerful backstage
Baiyan's face turned black, and the blue veins on her forehead violently, she clenched her fist tightly, took a deep breath, and restrained her inner anger.
On the contrary, Di Cang still fed her pastries nonchalantly, as if he hadn't seen these few old men who were arguing and planning to fight a battle...
"enough!"
Bai Yan finally couldn't hold back, she banged the table and stood up.
With the sound of her falling, the noisy banquet hall quieted down.
Her forehead twitched several times: "Today is my grandma's birthday. You want to fight, and you can't fight again tomorrow. If anyone is arguing anymore, just give me a fight!"
The weight of Bai Yan's words is the heaviest. Sure enough, when her words fell, the old men didn't dare to make noise again, instead they took a few steps back obediently.
Wen Wuwei chuckled a few times, and he also understood that compared with these people, his weight in Bai Yan's heart was the lightest.
"Girl Yan, I discussed with your grandma before, let you take advantage of this birthday banquet to recognize your ancestors..."
"It's not impossible to recognize the ancestor and return to the clan."
"Baby granddaughter?" Bai Changfeng was anxious, he just wanted to pull Baiyan's sleeves.
Bai Yan turned his head and glanced at him, his steps stopped, and he stopped.
After that, Bai Yan looked at Wen Wuwei again: "It's just... I'm used to the name Bai Yan, and Chen'er is also used to this surname, so I won't change my surname."