The mansion is luxurious, with a bright pearl above it, like a nine-day star.
Before I walked in, I already felt that the people who came here tonight must be quite extraordinary. There are several miraculous atmospheres rising into the sky, giving people a sense of majesty. As long as the mysterious masters who know how to look at Qi will be impressed by this scene. Surprised, so many anti-sky characters gathered together.
"Boom!"
A two-meter-high giant white sheep came from a distance with a Chinese car, and the driver was an old slave who had reached the realm of the gods.
Beimingtang walked out of the Chinese car. He was also one of the distinguished guests tonight. It was Yangnu who personally picked him up and received very high treatment.
As soon as Beimingtang got out of the car, he saw Feng Feiyun standing on the white marble steps. He frowned, walked over slowly, and said solemnly, "It's really a narrow road for the enemy, I didn't expect to be here all over the place. If I can meet you, we will fight again today, and I will definitely not lose to you again."
Beimingtang subconsciously glanced at the black wrench on Feng Feiyun's thumb, knowing that it was a powerful spiritual weapon. The last time he was defeated by the power of Miaogui's wrench, he added: "We fight with our bare hands!"
"If you want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time!" Feng Feiyun was condescending and valiant, facing Beimingtang's eyes. The flames flashed in a pair of pupils, and sparks were shot in the air.
The battle seemed imminent.
The night wind was blowing, and the atmosphere outside the mansion was icy cold, as if the air was frozen.
"Master Feng is a distinguished guest of my master. If Master Beiming insists on fighting Master Feng tonight, he will not give my master face." Niu Nu said.
There was a flash of surprise in Beimingtang's eyes, and the momentum on his body disappeared, temporarily letting go of his hatred for Feng Feiyun, and snorted coldly: "I naturally dare not give your master's face."
Beimingtang also urgently needed Feng Feiyun and didn't want to fight with him at this time, so he glared at him fiercely, then floated away, passed Feng Feiyun, and entered the vermilion red mansion. At the gate, the two unicorn warriors also bowed slightly to him to show respect.
Feng Feiyun raised the corner of his mouth and ordered, "Let's go in too!"
The genius Beppu has gathered more than one hundred cultivators, each of whom was born in a famous family, with unparalleled talents, and there are more than ten senior figures with unfathomable cultivation bases.
The comers are mainly male monks, and the weakest ones are in the Xiangen realm, and there are more than twenty monks in the god base realm. .
These more than a dozen old people, all closed their eyes and rested their minds, their dantian glowed with divine light, obviously cultivating.
"The nobleman of the Beiming family, Beimingtang's cousin Beiming Baitian also came, this is a remarkable person."
In the genius Beppu lies a palace that is 30 feet long, with gold bricks on the floor, a fluffy red carpet, and desks on both sides. Those young monks in luxurious clothes are sitting on both sides, all of them are extraordinary, godly. Light restraint.
Some people recognized the identity of Beimingtang. This is one of the four major clans, and his status is far higher than that of ordinary geniuses. What's more, Beimingtang's own cultivation has reached the peak of the gods. This is what is most urgently needed.
"This mysterious master has too much energy, and I don't know why. Half of the most outstanding heroes who came to the Vientiane Pagoda this time were invited by him."
"I saw a terrifying figure just now, with four golden snakes like dragons wrapped around his body, all of them are exotic beasts that have been cultivated for five hundred years."
"You are talking about him. I saw him just now. This person fell from the sky. When he landed, his whole body was covered in black lightning. He has been invited to the VIP seat. He must be someone with a big background."
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Ten VIPs were set up in the hall, carved with dragons and phoenixes, just like the dragon chair of the Yellow Emperor, placed at the top of the hall. Only the VIPs tonight are qualified to sit there.
Others can only sit on the low seat futon, but even so, it is a great honor. After all, the people who can be invited here are either famous or noble, or talented.
The top seat of the palace was still empty, and the mysterious master still did not appear.
"When will the banquet start, we have been waiting for three hours." Some people felt impatient.
"I heard that I'm still waiting for a distinguished guest. If this guest doesn't come, the banquet will not start." An old man next to him was practicing with his eyes closed.
"What other big man is more honorable than those in the VIP seat?"
"This person is too big, is it a monk in the realm of destiny?"
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More and more people were waiting impatiently, and at this moment, a shout came from outside: "Feng Gongzidao!"
"Young Master Feng has finally arrived, the banquet can begin!" An old man greeted him while ordering the servants to serve wine.
Everyone stared at Feng Feiyun who walked in from the outside. How could this young man be treated so highly, many people were full of curiosity.
Beimingtang sat on one of the VIP chairs, stared at Feng Feiyun, and snorted coldly.
Feng Feiyun walked in calmly, and saw eight beauties dancing in the center of the hall, while the monks on both sides were staring at him with curious eyes, obviously wondering what his identity was.
Among these people, there are monks at the peak of the god base, secretly probing out their spiritual consciousness and wanting to explore the details of Feng Feiyun, but these people have not yet entered within three feet of Feng Feiyun, they are all shaken away by him with a wave of his hand.
Feng Feiyun didn't want these people to know that he was the son of a demon. Now the six masters of the Demon Elimination Alliance have arrived in Vientiane Ji. Once the news leaks, the consequences will be disastrous.
Feng Feiyun glanced at these people coldly, turned the phoenix eye, and stared at several of the cultivators with chills, feeling that Feng Feiyun's eyes were sharper than sharp arrows, and seemed to be capable of killing people.
This young man is young, and his cultivation base is really terrifying!
"Master Feng, please come here!" The old man invited Feng Feiyun to the VIP seat, and then he retreated.
There were nine people sitting in the VIP table, six of them were senior monks over fifty years old. All of them were full of energy, and their spiritual energy was restrained, like six dead trees, without any breath of life.
The other three, one is Beimingtang, and the other is a silver-haired man with four golden serpents wrapped around his body. The silver-haired man's cultivation base is higher than Beimingtang, and his face is twisted with blood-colored lines, which is extraordinarily evil.
There seemed to be a layer of ice in his eyes, which seemed to be dim, and the electric light flowed on the skin. The arms, neck, these exposed skins were inlaid with scales the size of fingernails. It flows from these iron scales.
This guy is really weird.
The last one was a woman, wearing a red gauze, plump breasts, skin as white as snow, sexy and seductive, every movement seemed seductive, even the slightest opening of her lips attracted many monks Burning for it.
Feng Feiyun was the closest to her, and she could smell a seductive fragrance from her fragrant jade skin, which made people confused.
"Young Master Feng, we meet again." She winked at Feng Feiyun and secretly sent it to her, making the young monks including Beimingtang jealous.
This enchanting woman turned out to be "Blood Dance", the third-ranked Qing shepherd in the role building.
Although she is only a brothel woman, her cultivation base is terrifyingly high. She has reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation a long time ago, and many people suspect that she has now reached the first level of Destiny.
If you only look at her from the point of view of a dusty woman, it would be a big mistake.
Feng Feiyun teased: "The blood dance girl is not far away from the southern frontier to the Vientiane Tower. Could it be that she is chasing down?"
"Young Master Feng is a rich man, but Xue Wu wants to chase you, because I'm afraid that you will not look down on a dusty woman like us." Yun Da couldn't feel it.
For some reason, since the night with Ji Cangyue, Feng Feiyun's resistance to women's temptation has become lower and lower, especially for a demon girl like Xue Wu, if she is teased again, even if Feng Feiyun is strong-willed, it is not a problem. Impossible to crash.
Could it really be that the blood of the demon in the body is about to wake up, the blood of the demon has been subtly affecting his mind, and his ability to restrain women is getting weaker and weaker.
Feng Feiyun felt an invisible crisis. If he couldn't suppress this crisis, when the blood of the demon completely awakened and the desire erupted, he would probably turn into a desire demon and be completely lost.