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"Sorry, it's late!"

The voice sounded, and Wang Xian walked towards the banquet hall with a smile on his face.

At this time, Wang Xian had a warm smile on his face, and after being promoted to an immortal god, his momentum was completely restrained.

In the past, he had a domineering and majestic aura attached to his body, and even a trace of evil spirit, but now he looks similar to ordinary people.

Hearing Wang Xian's voice, everyone was slightly stunned, and looked towards the entrance with a shocked face.

Seeing Wang Xian, who was smiling and dressed in casual clothes, walked in, a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Jiangcheng warriors.

"The momentum of the Dragon King has changed, and he doesn't have the domineering spirit of not putting the world in his eyes at all!"

"That's because the former Dragon King was invincible, but now, he is not stupid, he knows how to converge!"

"Hehe, if the Dragon King dares to be as arrogant as before, it is estimated that he will be killed directly by the Xianmen!"

When some martial artists saw Wang Xian's kind expression, the trace of tension in their eyes completely relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on their faces.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're just nagging a few words, Xianmen still has something to deal with, so... Huh!"

The fat middle-aged man still stood there with a smile on his face, and said with a smile to Wang Xian.

"Congratulations on the return of the Dragon King, I don't know what the Dragon King has invited us to do!"

The old man who slapped the table took a sip of wine lightly and asked Wang Xian.

The eyes of the remaining four or five hundred martial artists all fell on Wang Xian's body, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

"It's okay, just tell everyone, I'm back!"

Wang Xian walked to the front of the banquet, turned his head slowly, and said lightly.

"Huh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corners of the fat middle-aged and several middle-aged old men curled up slightly, revealing a chuckle.

The rest of the Jiangcheng martial artists looked at Wang Xian lightly and did not speak.

Wang Xian looked at this scene and didn't feel too surprised: "I invite you to a banquet today, mainly to tell you, in Jiangcheng, just don't disturb me, I don't want to be troubled by some trivial matters!"

As he spoke, he gently lifted a glass of red wine from the table and gestured to everyone.

All the martial artists found that the Dragon Gate Dragon King standing in front was much weaker, and he didn't have the domineering spirit he had before.

This made everyone speculate in their hearts that the Dragon Gate Dragon King was afraid of the Immortal Gate.

Some warriors immediately raised their glasses, while others did not move.

With their backs to the Immortal Gate, they can ignore the Dragon King!

"Dragon King, we naturally won't trouble you, but we are the territory of King Ming's Immortal Gate and the puppet Immortal Gate, we are disciples of the Immortal Gate, and everything is under the orders of the Immortal Gate!"

A middle-aged man raised his wine glass and said with a smile towards Wang Xian.

"Oh!"

Wang Xian nodded, and a dragon man behind him moved.

"Bumper bumper bumper!"

In an instant, a violent sound suddenly came.

In the field, the strongest one was Dan Realm, and no one could see the figure of the dragon man clearly.

"Whoa!"

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, the middle-aged body with a glass flew out, directly smashing through the glass of the hotel, and spit out a large mouthful of blood in his mouth.

The dantian was abolished and flew directly down from the fifteenth floor.

Everyone in the banquet hall froze, followed by a look of horror on their faces.

"Presumptuous, you dare to make a move against the disciples of the Ming King Immortal Sect, Dragon King, you..."

The fat middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he pointed at Wang Xian's face with an embarrassed face.

"Click!"

"Ah, you actually abolished my dantian, my daughter married an elite disciple of the Xianmen, you..."

Before the fat middle-aged man could finish his words, he felt that his body had been attacked by horror.

The dantian was directly shattered, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed outward.

The body also smashed through the glass and fell downward.

With their physique, they will not die, but in the future, the path of martial arts will also be cut off.

Another man flew out.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they looked at the smiling young man standing in front of them with shocked faces.

"He hasn't changed, he's still the same!"

Everyone in the banquet hall trembled slightly, and their foreheads were filled with cold sweat.

The Dragon King was not afraid of their identity as a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

Those martial artists who didn't pick up the wine glasses shook their arms, hurriedly picked up the red wine in front of them, and looked at Wang Xian with a shocked face.

The entire banquet hall fell silent in an instant, except for the sound of thick breathing.

They were horrified that the Dragon King had disregarded their identities as disciples of the Immortal Sect and had directly abolished the two of them.

Wang Xian raised his wine glass and signaled: "No opinion!"

This time, all the Jiangcheng warriors hurriedly drank all the wine in their glasses.

"No, no, how dare we provoke you, the Dragon King!"

An old man hurriedly said.

"That's right, that's right, in Jiangcheng in the future, if you have any instructions from the Dragon King, tell us directly!"

Another middle-aged man followed.

Now this smiling dragon king is exactly the same as before!

Still so unscrupulous!

"Interesting, uninvited!"

At this moment, Wang Xian turned his head to look outside.

One by one, the warriors wearing thick metal flew directly towards this side, and in addition to one metal, there was also something that flew in the sky like a sailboat.

Ten young men sat on the sailboat.

"Boom!"

A group of people smashed directly into the glass and entered the banquet hall.

At the same time, figures emitting pure white light in the dark night flew towards this direction.

There were seven figures in total, flying towards this direction at a terrifying speed.

A middle-aged man with a full head of gray hair, his white hair is not pale white, and there is a faint glow in his hair.

All but one middle-aged were young people, including one girl.

The old man in the dark gold puppet armor bowed to the white-haired middle-aged man, and then turned to look around.

"Why, will you still obey him in the future?"

The old man in the dark golden puppet armor obviously heard the sound here, and his gaze swept over the surrounding Jiangcheng family martial artists.

Beside him, the gaze of the seven people who exuded a faint light energy swept around, and their gaze finally fell on Wang Xian's body.

Two of the young men had murderous eyes in their eyes.

"Deacon Zhang, no, no, we... We were forced by him..."

The faces of the warriors of the puppet immortal sect changed slightly, and they hurriedly said to the old man.

When the deacon of Xianmen came, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Elder Ming!"

Another group of warriors from the Ming King Immortal Sect saw the white-haired middle-aged, a trace of shock flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly said respectfully.

"Hmm!"

The middle-aged man nodded coldly, staring at Wang Xian.

"Dragon Gate Dragon King, do you know what this place is?"

"Call our Xianmen disciples to come over, and dare to abolish our puppet Xianmen disciples, now, give an explanation!"

Deacon Zhang stared at Wang Xian and said slowly.

(End of chapter)

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