The banquet is in progress......

At the height of the excitement, in the already brightly lit hall, a few strong lights from nowhere shone on the bright decoration of the room, reflecting the brilliant light.

The sudden change made the noisy atmosphere in the venue quiet, and at this time, the gorgeous and beautiful door slowly opened.

A group of people strode in, dressed in uniform black suits, all in high spirits and imposing.

Many people have already begun to discuss, who is this person, and the limelight is too high.

At this time, Lei Ting didn't know where to come out, lost a look to Mu Xiyan, and walked towards the group of people with a glass of wine.

"Are you in the wrong place?" Thunder asked, raising his voice.

"No, we heard that there is a banquet here, so we came here to ask for a drink. As the words fell, a group of men in black stood in two rows, making way for a passage.

An old man with silver hair, on crutches, walked slowly.

Seeing the presence of this old man, all the people of some age had their faces changed greatly.

The stubborn old man's cloudy eyes narrowed into a slit, and he stepped forward with a wine glass to greet the energetic old man: "Second son, I haven't seen you for decades, you are really still beautiful!"

This old man was the second son of the owner of the Feilong Mansion back then, and he was also the favorite son of the owner of the Feilong Mansion in the past, and everyone called him the second son.

Who can not be surprised that someone who thought he had been dead for decades suddenly appeared in front of him?

Now that everyone has appeared, the stubborn old man had no choice but to take out the identity and momentum of the host and take the initiative to greet him.

The silver-haired second son, with a gentle smile: "Stubborn eighth, I remember you, I remember when I recruited you, but you refused, now it seems that your choice is very wise, and you have replaced me Feilong Tower and become the most powerful first person in Guande Town." ”

The stubborn old man knew that the comer was not good, and when he heard this, he just raised the wine glass, and said casually: "The second son is wonderful, if it wasn't for the chaos in Feilonglou back then, how could I have my status today." ”

Hearing this, the second son's eyes swept at him sharply, and he did not speak immediately, but looked at the guests.

He suddenly spoke: "I haven't appeared for decades, I can't imagine that I can still see so many familiar faces today, it seems that everyone is doing well." ”

His voice was not small, and everyone present could hear it, and people who had dealt with him before came over to greet him with wine glasses one by one.

For a while, this banquet became a meeting party.

The stubborn old eight and Chiyunguan and the others had been abandoned by them.

The silver-haired second son sat down on a light yellow sofa by the stars of the race.

There were not a few people around him, and he raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet and focus on the stubborn old eight.

"Stubborn eight, since you yourself admit that everything you have now was stolen from my Flying Dragon Tower, then now I will let you return it to me, whether you will pay it back or not!"

After the silver-haired second young master said this, the momentum of his whole body skyrocketed, and the momentum of the heroic warrior pressed on everyone.

Silence, deathly silence!

After a while, many people were sweating coldly on their foreheads, dripping down, and the clothes on their backs were already soaked with sweat.

The situation of the stubborn old eight is better than theirs, although the forehead is a little rare, but still squeezed out a smile, swallowed a handful of saliva and said: "Second son, what you said is wrong, my stubborn old eight has never said that everything now is stolen from your Flying Dragon Tower." ”

When the second son, who has always been kind and kind, heard this, his momentum changed, and he shot at the stubborn old man like a knife!

"I said you stole it, you stole it!"

This is a blatant robbery.

The smile on the stubborn old man's face was also retracted, his waist gradually straightened, and his eyes became sharper.

Although the momentum of the body is not as frightening as that of the second son, it cannot be despised either.

After so many years of power, so many years of pampering, the kind of power that is not angry has long been engraved in his body and eyes.

The king of the two is facing each other, and the air currents around him are starting to become irregular.

Slowly, all the people in the banquet hall were divided into two groups, one group of people stood behind the silver-haired, frightening second son's sofa.

Another group of people stood behind the stubborn eight, and the people of the two camps were clear at a glance.

The people standing behind the stubborn old eight were basically all people from the Chiyun Pavilion, and among the people who participated in the banquet, only some young special samurai stood behind the stubborn old eight.

"Stubborn eight, I asked you for this position, do you give it to me or not!" The silver-haired second son said domineeringly.

The stubborn old man tugged at his lips, "Second son, we don't say dark words, why you appear here, you and I know it." ”

"Since you want my position so much, then I can only tell you, let me give it to you, it's impossible, even if I die here in battle, I won't give it to you. ”

"Don't you feel ashamed of yourself when you look at the group of young special grade warriors behind me? The reason why your Flying Dragon Tower collapsed so quickly in the first place is because no one in the Flying Dragon Tower is willing to fight. ”

"Now you look at the people behind me, all of them are full of vitality, so young, and there is infinite hope, even under the pressure of your heroic warriors, they are still willing to stand with me. ”

"Look at the people behind you, not to mention the drug-controlled monsters you brought yourself, do you think those people are really willing to stand behind you? They are just afraid of death, and if you die, they will not hesitate to abandon you. ”

The silver-haired second son's face was gloomy, and he roared angrily: "Shut up!"

His angry shout contained vitality, and there was a sharp and piercing sensation in the human eardrums, and the stubborn old eight was even more serious than them.

Because the second son's words were aimed at him, the stubborn old man couldn't bear the vitality in it, and took two steps back in a row.

Supported by the people standing behind him, they asked earnestly: "Curator, how are you and are you injured?"

The stubborn old man raised his hand and signaled them to be quiet, covered his chest, coughed dryly, and swallowed the blood gushing in his throat.

He stood up straight, not to be outdone, looking back at the silver-haired second young master.

"Guan Dezhen has always been superior to martial artists, if you want everything from me, come and get it yourself!"

"Huh!" The silver-haired Second Young Master smiled contemptuously, "As far as you are not worthy of my own hands, you are just a waste who can no longer advance to the Heroic Martial Rank, what qualifications do you have for me to make a move." ”