Zhang Yifan felt all kinds of eyes from everyone, and walked indifferently in the center of the banquet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His heart suddenly moved, and a cold gaze shot at him in the main banquet hall.

"Hmph", he snorted softly, a look of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This gaze came from an old man, he is also a protector general, and he has a very good personal relationship with Liang Duantian. This Zhang Yifan killed Liang Duantian, which is equivalent to slapping himself in the face, so he has already decided to kill him.

The old man's gaze instantly turned cold, and there was a little murderous intent in his pupils. Then he smiled and said:

"Haha, the old man's name is Murong Bo, what a young man." This sentence is obviously satirical to Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan didn't pay attention, but greeted the king. Murong Bo's face suddenly turned black, and his murderous intent rose. The king was a very majestic middle-aged man, with a faint breath of the emperor between his face, and he also greeted Zhang Yifan with a smile.

In addition to Murong Bo's hostile gaze, the people on the other two wine tables were also staring at him very curiously. One of them was as pale as iron, his breath was like a mountain and a river, giving people a momentum of immovable mountains, and it was the god of Zhenguo who would lead the king of twilight. Sitting opposite was Huo Hairen, who gave Zhang Yifan a friendly smile.

There were also two seats with men in dragon robes, one in his thirties, and the other in his teens, with a slight immaturity on his face. It was the eldest prince and the second prince. Both are dragons and phoenixes among people, and are known as the princes most likely to take the throne. The two were also looking at Zhang Yifan carefully.

The last two positions are Blue Rain Boy and Mu Zixue.

"Since you're here, let's show your strength." Murong Bo suddenly spoke, looking at the ceiling of the banquet hall, revealing an invincible demeanor. But everyone knows who he's talking to. The entire banquet hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone knew it.

Zhang Yifan didn't seem to hear it, admired Mu Zixue's demeanor, and said with a smile: "Do you know why people are born with their nostrils facing down?" ”

Mu Zixue was originally nervous, but after hearing this, she suddenly felt strange, and asked unconsciously, "Why?" ”

All the officials and ministers were also stunned, and they all guessed, yes, why?

Zhang Yifanxiao suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, if the nostrils are facing up, won't both noses be filled with water on a rainy day?" ”

"Haha! ~”

The audience burst into laughter, and everyone's eyes turned to Murong Bo in the main banquet hall. He had just looked up proudly at the ceiling, and his nostrils were pointing up.

"Haha!" King Twilight laughed without any worries, "This kid is interesting! ”

"Smack!"

Murong Bo was annoyed and ashamed, slammed a bottle of wine glass on the ground, and roared angrily: "Zhang Yifan! ”

The laughter stopped, and the whole venue was instantly silent, and the extremely strong smell of gunpowder spread.

Zhang Yifan's eyes were cold, he took a sip of wine gently, did not raise his head, and said coldly: "Which green onion are you?" ”

Murong Bo's fist crackled, and a sword master beside him suddenly came out, rushed to Zhang Yifan in a few flashes, pointed and shouted: "Presumptuous!" Dare to despise the protector of the country, and still kneel down and admit his mistakes! ”

The swordsman aura on his body exploded instantly, like rolling waves, pressing down on Zhang Yifan's body. He was ready to shoot at any time, break Zhang Yifan's legs, and force him to kneel, and give Murong Bo Liwei a plan.

"Kneel? Kneel your sister! Zhang Yifan's figure suddenly flashed, and he disappeared in front of the sword master in a flash.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, and the sword master only felt a flower in front of him, and he was hit the left side of his face. Everyone's hearts jumped, and King Twilight's eyes shrank suddenly, bursting with a trace of essence.

"Minion, kneel down for my brother!"

Zhang Yifan suddenly made a move, a golden light flashed, and several forms changed in the void, the virtual and the real were born together, and a fierce punch slammed into the sword master's dantian. The swordsman was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but he was shocked to find that Zhang Yifan's punch actually covered all the areas within a few meters around him, and there was no way to avoid it!

"Poof!"

With a dull snort, the fist slammed directly into the sword master's dantian, like a balloon bursting. The sword master spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his back was directly broken by the fist wind, and the strength came out of his body! The whole person suddenly withered, and was hit the back by Zhang Yifan, and suddenly his knees "plopped" and fell to the ground, prostrate at Zhang Yifan's feet.

"Wow! ~”

Everyone was taken aback, and with one move, they actually broke the sea of qi alive and completely abolished a sword master!

What's even more incredible is that this kid only has the realm of a swordsman.

Murong Bo looked sluggish, and said in a daze: "You, you are actually ......"

"It's your sister!" Zhang Yifan kicked the sword master in the head, and suddenly flew out like a football, and his huge body smashed directly on the wine table in front of Murong Bo, and the wine and food were spilled all over the ground.

The swordsman didn't say a word, but his pupils dilated, and he was completely dead.

"Keep an eye on your dog." Zhang Yifan clapped his hands and said lightly. After doing all this, as if nothing had been born, he calmly sat back in his place.

Everyone's faces changed, and cold sweat oozed from their foreheads......

"You!"

"You!" Murong Bo couldn't hold back any longer, he jumped up wildly, the cultivation of the five-star sword spirit completely burst out, and a sword shot out a colorful light, flying from the main banquet hall. The murderous intent in his eyes was monstrous, his mind was confused, and he had only one thought, that is, to chop Zhang Yifan into minced meat!

Suddenly, an invisible force fell from the sky, stopping Murong Bo, no matter how he roared and slashed, his body still couldn't move a bit, and he couldn't get out of the main banquet hall.

With a flick of the king's index finger, the invisible force in front of the door burst like a bubble. Murong Bo's body felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and it bounced back fiercely and landed on his seat. He raised his head slightly and said softly: "Today is a big day, and I will hold a banquet for the ministers. Don't make something unhappy. ”

Everyone immediately agreed: "What His Majesty Yi said is true!" Immediately, many eunuchs and palace maids trotted in, carried the body of the sword master down, and soon put a banquet on the table again.

Murong Bo's face was extremely hideous, and he said to Zhang Yifan: "You are ready to accept my anger!" If it weren't for Lan Yutong to help you, what would you be? ”

Zhang Yifan poured himself a glass of wine and sniffed it gently, "Hey, didn't you say that biting dogs don't like to bark?" ”

"Bang!"

Murong Bo's brain was angry again, and he sat on the chair and never answered again. He was afraid that he would be angry here!

However, when Murong Bo said this, some people still had doubts about Zhang Yifan in their hearts.

The entire banquet hall was so noisy that it suddenly fell silent. Everyone had a different look on their faces and began to think. But whoever it is, they smell a smell of "chaos".

The king glanced at Zhang Yifan with a shrunken pupil, his eyes were the sharpest among all the people present, Zhang Yifan's action just now he saw it clearly, it was simply done in one go, flowing smoothly, without the slightest stagnation!

How could that kind of freewheeling boxing technique, the martial intent that moves at will, be able to be performed by a swordsman? It's as powerful as a thousand tempers! Even if it was himself, he didn't dare to say that his understanding of martial arts could be so deep!

Zhang Yifan also felt Yi's peeping.

What is the king of a small country? Even the emperors of those empires have to be polite when they see him, and their smiling faces are three points!