"The second young master of the Wang family!" everyone in the audience shouted.
The second son of the Wang family rarely appeared in the eyes of the world. It was said that he had no hobbies other than reading, and had no interest in power or martial arts. So even though there were many people from Xuanwei City in the hall, it was the first time they saw the second son, Wang Buchen, who rarely appeared.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Buyu whispered.
Wang Buchen ignored him and turned to Nangong Xier, bowing his head slightly: "The young lady's swordsmanship is very good. My brother is no match for her."
Nangong Xier gently patted the hilt of the sword at her waist: "I haven't drawn my sword yet."
Wang Buchen smiled and said, "The young lady has not even drawn her sword yet, but she has already forced me to use the Fire Phoenix Dance. If the young lady had drawn her sword, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed today."
Wang Buyu gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and was about to move forward, but was gently pushed back by Wang Buchen. All the sword energy in his body was completely removed, and then Wang Buchen took Wang Buyu to the stage.
Xuanyuan Luo licked his lips helplessly: "Good boy, could it be that you have set me up?"
Wang Buchen took out a bag from his arms and put all the gold and silver on the table into his pocket: "Whether it is a scam or not, Mr. Xuanyuan will make his own judgment. Whether I can take the money away also depends on Mr. Xuanyuan's judgment."
Xuanyuan Luo glanced at Nangong Xier on the stage, then glanced at Wang Buyu who was angry but silent, sighed, waved his hand and said, "Take it, take it."
"Goodbye." Wang Buchen took Wang Buyu and flew out of the restaurant.
The crowd suddenly fell into silence.
Someone asked hesitantly, "So the girl from the Xie family won?"
Xuanyuan Luo stood up and said, "In this duel, Xie Nangong of the Xie family wins."
Nangong Xier shrugged, jumped up from the stage, and walked to the side of the man in green clothes: "Wang Buyu's strength is ordinary."
The man in green shook his head and said, "Among the four major families, Wang Buyu can be considered a good player of this generation, about the same as Dongfang Qi of the Dongfang family. It's you, my cousin, who is too strong."
“But the Second Young Master Wang is pretty strong.” Nangong Xier recalled the momentum of Wang Buchen when he stood between the two of them. He had a master-like aura. “I think he is far superior to Wang Buyu.”
"I have only met Wang Buchen a few times. He has a gentle personality, which is completely different from Wang Buyu. But I heard that he is not good at martial arts. It seems that he is deliberately hiding it." The man in green clothes walked outside. "But in the end, the goal was not achieved. It's still a pity."
"The Heroes Conference has just begun. It would not be a good choice to seriously injure Wang Buyu at this time." Nangong Xier reminded.
Qing Yi Lang nodded: "This timing is indeed inappropriate, but every time I see him, I can't help it. I can't help the desire to kill him completely!"
"Just wait a little longer, there will always be a chance." Nangong Xier comforted.
At the entrance of the conference, two young men wearing masks were about to come in.
"Which sect are you from? Do you have an invitation?" the guard shouted.
One of them was wearing a puffy monster mask, and the other was wearing a pure white mask. The one wearing the monster mask shouted in a low voice: "You don't even know our Masked Sect, why are you still in the underworld?"
The guard was stunned, then cursed: "What kind of masked sect is this? I've never heard of it. I think you want to sneak in here to eat and drink for free. Get out of here, get out of here, and don't block the way in."
"You're just trying to get free food and drinks. I think you're just looking down on others!" The man wearing the monster mask punched the guard, but the man wearing the white mask immediately stopped him with a punch: "Not right."
"If you don't have an invitation, get out. Otherwise, even if you are from Shanglin Tiangong, you have to get out." The guard stretched out his hand to push, but soon stopped because three golden invitations appeared in front of him.
"Who said that we, the Masked Sect, don't have invitations?" A man wearing a smiley doll mask appeared in front of the guards.
The guard took the invitation, checked it several times to make sure it was correct, and then handed it back: "Is there really a masked sect? Are the sects in the martial arts world so casual in inviting names now?"
"Who doesn't have a mask in this world? It's not that the name of our sect is random, but that people in the world cannot see the mask in their hearts." The Smiling Man turned to the two people behind him and said, "Go in."
The two men at the back looked at each other, and finally followed the Smiling Man in. The three men walked past the guards and crossed a street. The Ghost-faced Man and the White-faced Man simultaneously slapped the Smiling Man. The Smiling Man took the blows head-on, but did not react at all. Finally, he shook his body slightly and bounced the two men out.
"You two are not very polite. I spent three invitations to bring you in, but you just took a few steps and you want to attack me?" said the Smiling Man dissatisfiedly.
The ghost-faced man was Feng Zuojun, and the white-faced man was Xie Yuling. In order to hide their identities, they put on the masks they bought that day. They thought that the Heroes Conference was open to all sects, big and small, but they didn't expect that they needed an invitation to enter. Feng Zuojun tried to overwhelm the guard with his momentum, but failed. The birth of the masked man was very strange. How could they be from the same sect when they met by chance? What's more, the Masked Sect was simply a sect that Feng Zuojun just made up.
Xie Yuling said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Of course he is your fellow disciple." said the smiling man faintly.
"Playing tricks." Feng Zuojun took a step forward and reached out to grab the mask of the Laughing Man.
The Smiling Man snorted coldly and waved his hand lightly. The mask of the smiling boy suddenly turned into the mask of an angry King Kong. He raised his hand lightly, then pressed it down, knocking Feng Zuojun directly to the ground.
How strong is Feng Zuojun? When he last left school, he was already a leader among the younger generation. Now he is almost at the threshold of martial arts, but he was easily subdued by this masked man.
Xie Yuling took a step back.
"Xie Yuling, don't run, save me." Feng Zuojun said anxiously.
"Senior," Xie Yuling said cautiously, "We were too presumptuous just now. Please let my friend go. We can talk it out."
"Junior, you should have some courtesy when you speak." The masked man withdrew his hand and kicked Feng Zuojun back.
Feng Zuojun retreated to the side of Xie Yuling and whispered, "Slip away."
"Okay." Xie Yuling turned around quickly, but the masked man had already flashed behind them without them knowing.
"It's not important. Young people nowadays are too careless." The masked man shook his head and waved his hand lightly. The angry-looking King Kong mask turned into a resentful woman again.