Looking at the dream day that flew out sideways, Feng Jin and the others were no longer surprised, but the disciples of the Poison Sect were frightened, this power, if it was on them, I am afraid that if it was slapped, it would be gone......

But what they don't know is that Meng Lao is not the kind of martial artist who only relies on practicing external skills, he is a real saint, and a great sage, and his methods are clever and very reasonable.

Even if a slap fanned Meng out of Heavy Rain Town, it wouldn't cause him any damage other than pain, but the pain was the kind that had to hurt, the kind that hurt.

According to Mengtian, the feeling was like even the soul had been filmed out for him, the kind of brain buzzing, and the whole body was falling apart.

Wan Buqi looked at Meng Lao quietly at this time, and then looked at the few teenagers again, frowning a little thoughtfully.

Feng Jin looked at Wan Bu with interest, just now he mentioned going to participate in the "Dai Zong Banquet", I don't know what it is, it's very interesting to hear the name.

Thinking of this, Feng Jin got up and hugged his fists and made a gesture, and said in a harmonious voice: "This brother Tai is surnamed Li, his name is Jin, and he is red silk." That is my brother who has played since I was a child, and his surname is Li, his name is so-and-so, and he is a certain person of Li.

Hearing what Brother Tai just said, it seems that he is going to attend the 'Dai Zong Banquet', dare to ask what kind of banquet this 'Dai Zong Banquet' is?"

When Feng heard Feng Jin's introduction, his nose suddenly became crooked, what is called Li Mouren's so-and-so, this example is simply seven inches straight to him! But the latter didn't even look at him as if he was okay at this time, as if he was unintentional.

Wan Buqi was very keenly aware of Feng's abnormality, and chose to turn a blind eye like Feng Jin very sensibly, forcibly held back a smile, and said in a harmonious voice:

"Brother Jin, it seems that you are really not from Daizhou, I'm afraid it's quite far away. Since Brother Jin asked, then I will say one more word, I know that your identity is by no means ordinary.

However, if there is nothing important that you can't get out of, this Dai Zong banquet really has to be seen, even if you don't enter, you will definitely not be disappointed!"

After these words fell, everyone looked at Wan Bu with some surprise, and some were curious about what kind of grand event this "Dai Zong Banquet" was, and it could be so highly evaluated.

Wan Bu paused and said: "Every year on the tenth day of October, our King Dai will personally hold a Dai Zong banquet in Daizong Mountain!"

At that time, the nobles with heads and faces in the entire Daizhou will go, from the hundreds of saints to the sects, and many reckless people will also participate!

Now this Dai Zong banquet has become a unique grand festival in our Dai Zhou, and the entire Dai Zhou sect and sect are all proud to participate in this Dai Zong banquet.

On the Dai Zong banquet, it is divided into martial arts competitions and literary gatherings, and under the age of 20 is the Qingying field, and the age of 20 is not capped, which is the Dai Zong field.

Martial arts competition, that is, literally, martial artists compete with each other, allowing the use of weapons, killing people to pay for life, and hurting people is not guilty.

Literary Gathering...... It seems to be a place where a group of literati show their demeanor with debates, poems, songs and other projects as the main focus.

In short, it is not martial arts, as long as you are on the field, you will have the opportunity to show your face. At that time, the nobles of the whole Daizhou will be there, and once they become famous, it will not be an exaggeration to say that they will soar into the sky!"

When he talked about it, he was already full of energy, and his words were full of emotion, and everyone was itching in their hearts.

At this moment, Mengtian looked unfathomable, slowly walked into the restaurant, glanced at everyone, and suddenly let out a heavy "cough", and then sighed with vicissitudes of life, and said in a deep voice:

"It's such a grand event, let's not go. After all, if we go, there is obviously some suspicion of bullying.

Not to mention you, once my incomparable and amazing talent is revealed, it will be an epic disaster!

I can't imagine the scene of King Dai and the nobles of the Manchu Dynasty begging me to write poems for them at a much-anticipated feast.

Alas...... My damn thing, nowhere to put it, charm...... Ah——!h

The screams of Meng Tiantian's killing of pigs still echoed in the restaurant, but his figure had disappeared into the distance without warning......

Everyone was silent at the moment, and Feng Jin suddenly had the urge to escape from this place.

Feng's face was flushed, racking his brains to think about how to prove that he didn't know this guy.

Ma Monroe covered her red little face with both hands, slowly turned sideways and lowered her head to face away from everyone.

Meng Lao's face has turned black into a potsticker, and the qi machine around his body has a trace of disorder, and the old slap who played the pure yuan qi fan Fei Meng's day is beating on the table left and right with nowhere to put it at this moment.

For a while, the restaurant was surprisingly quiet, and Wan Buqi rubbed his face violently, and his cynical expression seemed a little stiff.

"That's... This...... It occurred to us that there was something to be done, and we ...... Say goodbye first?" Feng Jin stumbled a little between his words and hesitated.

Wan Buqi smiled back a little unnaturally when he heard this: "If you have something...... Then say goodbye first, and then ...... Dai Zong's banquet Forget it, forget it, I'll see you in the future......"

Feng Jin touched the veil on his face, and couldn't help but feel glad in his heart, he still had a veil to cover his ugliness, but Feng, Menglao and Ma Mengroe were naked and burned their faces.

Just when Feng Jin said goodbye to them and said the words of leaving, Meng Lao's figure had disappeared out of thin air, and Feng Mou's feet stepped on the wind and rain, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he jumped out with a swish. Ma Monroe covered her face with one hand and stepped on light work, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at a speed that was not inferior to Feng.

Feng Jin ran out without looking back, leaving a sentence, "After this store finishes making those ten sea bass stews, you can eat them and say goodbye!"

Everyone got on the horse chariot in a trance, and Feng directly whipped the reins on the horse's buttocks, and the chariot suddenly roared away.

Wan Bu looked at the people who left in a hurry, and the dream day who chased after the horse, the expression on his face was extremely stiff, and he didn't know what to do.

.........

Yunchuan rushed to the gallop road of Yunzebu, and the horses roared past, and five high-quality horses hung in the distance behind them, and one of them sat on the horse for a day.

After the unanimous agreement of the people, they thought that the man could not sit with them, so he came up with this trick, and let him ride after him, and he could also take care of the horses.

Riding a horse, the time is short, it is acceptable, but after a long time, it requires superb skills, so that the body is always in a comfortable state, not only does not hurt the hip bones, but also consumes less physical strength.

But obviously, Mengtian didn't understand these things, so after a few hours, he couldn't accept such a high-speed speed, and covered his ass behind him and cried wolf.

In the carriage, Feng Jin continued to impact the meridians around his body, but at this time, he was obviously a little absent-minded, and he no longer had the concentration he had before.

Another half an hour passed, Feng Jin finally couldn't help it, and looked at Meng Lao Dao with big sparkling eyes: "Grandpa Meng......"

Meng Lao looked at Feng Jin with one eye closed, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Feng Jin said with a look of hope: "That Dai Zong banquet ......"

Meng Lao closed his open eyes, was silent for a moment, and sighed, "Have you thought about it?"

Feng Jin couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this, since he had asked like this, he must have agreed, and hurriedly said, "I've thought about Grandpa Meng!"

Ever since I was a child, my master fed me, and I have never fought anyone other than my master. I have been practicing for fifteen years, and although my cultivation is unbearable, I am not proficient in all eighteen weapons, and I have mastered most of them!

For the past few days, I've been thinking about the rules of the spiritual path, but no matter how I think about it, I don't have a clue, and occasionally I might have some inspiration, but it's fleeting, as if it never existed.

Along the way, I have seen so many battles, and I feel that I have no problem fighting with ordinary god realm cultivators, unless I encounter a martial artist like Brother Feng'er, who specializes in killing techniques.

Moreover, I always feel that there is something strange about my body, one moment the true qi is running smoothly, and the other time it is clogged.

Therefore, if I can fight with people of my generation, learn from each other, whether it is to comprehend the ethereal rules, or to understand the abnormalities in my body, in the battle, maybe it can give me some inspiration.

Grandpa Meng, if I am not defeated, I will definitely give up as soon as possible, and I will definitely not be hurt at all!"