Knock!

Boom...

A steady and powerful footstep sounded, and the noisy palace fell silent at once. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An inexplicable pause, as if time had suddenly stopped at this moment.

You can hear a needle when it falls on the ground...

With a bang, the palace gates were pulled open.

A burly man walked in wearing a unique coat.

"Hmph, there's a lot of garbage in the world. General Feng Xian was followed by a man with a strong breath, and walked to the main seat with a scolding grin.

Seeing this, the White Tiger Wei Liao on the side stood up lazily, and waited until Feng Xian took a seat before sitting down.

The lunar color on the face of the man behind Feng Xian was different from that of the great general Feng Xian, who hated these people from the bottom of his heart.

Red Tiger, Waltz.

"Why, don't say anything, trash!" Feng Xian didn't give this group of guys a good look at all, and scolded when he opened his mouth.

He wasn't worried about the riots of this group of guys, and it was better to turn it all in.

That's why it's a good idea to get these guys to go to the Netherworld.

The man in the tall hat lowered the brim of his hat and sat back down, while the brown bear drank with his head down, and the huge teacup was already empty.

As for Glaz and Carterban, one leaned back in a chair and looked out the window.

There was only one white tiger here before, and a few people dared to be arrogant.

But now not only is there another Red Tiger, but even General Fengxian has come over, and everyone is naturally holding their tails between their legs.

Endure for a while, it doesn't mean that this group of vicious guys are afraid of Fengxian.

"Fengxian, if there is no good wine, the old man will go back. "It was a little old man like a dwarf winter melon, with a mouth full of beard and hair attached.

is white and white, but when he speaks, he is full of energy and sonorous power.

The dwarf clan, the drunkard Pol, has a good relationship with the Ghost Tiger Admiral, and the two are drinking friends.

"Your wine is indispensable. Feng Xian's face turned dark, and there was another drunkard.

However, he still beckoned and motioned for everyone to serve wine and food.

At this time, Waltz also saw the people who came.

There were six people who came to the Spirit Palace.

"That is, except for the ghost pupil, the black wolf, the holy maiden, and the wizard, everyone has arrived. Chihu licked his lips and said with a sinister smile.

To be honest, he really didn't expect so many people to come.

This time, the secret order of the Heavenly Dao Palace is not mandatory, and it is very good to be able to come more than half of the people.

"Catherine, Hades, and You Cheng are all about it, but this time the incident was caused by the ghost pupil, and he didn't even come?" Graz sneered, if it weren't for Tianyi, he wouldn't have come.

However, this kind of words are just thinking about it in my heart, and it is just a flash.

When the brown bear heard this, he immediately became dissatisfied.

"That's right, it's still a newcomer, and it's not good at all!"

Everyone directly ignored this, although the brown bear is not stupid, but the brain is a little lacking.

Seeing that no one cared about him, the brown bear kept silent.

While they were talking, the chefs had already brought the food and drinks, and in a short time the whole table was filled.

The brown bear didn't care about the others, as if to vent, he tore off a piece of flesh from a large bone and stuffed it into his mouth.

Bol, the drunkard, wrinkled his reddened rosacea and stared at the flask the chef had served.

The crowd moved one after another, some elegant and some rude.

"I really didn't expect a man like you to come. Bong Xian raised his hand and pointed the glass in his hand at a swordsman.

"It's just boring. A very ordinary-looking man dressed in cloth raised a wine glass and saluted, and then drank it in one gulp.

"Heh, it's really like your style. The white tiger also raised the wine glass in his hand.

The man in front of him is the only guy in the knights who will not be coldly looked at by the Spirit Dao Palace.

Without him, Tang Dao is just a swordsman who pursues the pinnacle of swordsmanship, acting according to joy and anger.

One person comes and goes, free, does not belong to any one force, and has no intention of creating one.

But in the same way, such a lonely guy is impossible to ignore.

Tang Dao's appearance is very ordinary, and he belongs to the category that can't be found if he is thrown into the pile.

However, the strength of the Tang knife ...

Bongxian narrowed his eyes and moved the realization away.

The strength of the members of the Knights is generally above the capital and below the generals.

Naturally, it can't be generalized, for example, the strength of Tang Dao, Feng Xian can't see through it.

For a time, in the palace, a meal was "happy", and everyone ate and drank very happily.

Unexpectedly, in the corner of the round table, a sentence popped out coldly.

"Brown bear, I see that you have been suffering from blood recently. ”

Bang!

The movement of everyone's hands was stunned, and the mess of plates, wine glasses, and spoons fell to the ground.

Bang!!

The brown bear slammed the broken bone in his hand on the table, and a crack cracked open where it was missing.

Stretching all the way to the front, eventually, the bluestone round table was also overwhelmed and shattered.

With a bang, the table full of delicacies suddenly turned into a pile of garbage.

"What are you talking about, lewd man?!" the brown bear roared angrily, and there was a big fight that would start if he didn't agree.

The red tiger hooked the corners of his mouth evilly, revealing a mouthful of white fangs, but there was no extra movement.

Bong Xian squinted, and didn't seem to intend to stop it.

The white tiger held a wine glass, leaned lazily on the chair, and crossed his legs as if he was going to watch the play.

For a while, the palace once again fell into a strange atmosphere.

Most people are holding a glass of wine, though... Watching a play.

Except for one person, the drunkard Pol, the only guy who carried two jugs of wine in both hands and poured wine into his mouth.

"That's it. The mysterious man Trist said presence.

He is good at predicting the future, and the cards in his hand are even divination tools, but also weapons of battle.

I saw Trist's palm flip, and a pitch-black card fell between the index finger and the middle finger.

"Oh, it seems to be more than that..."

"Bastard!!"

Before Trist could finish speaking, the brown bear rushed over with red eyes.

Raised his huge fist and smashed it into Trist with a furious storm.

The disproportionate body and the exaggerated punch power if it fell on Trist's small body.

It's bloody to imagine...

Although Trist is not thin or short, even the tallest human is like a little child in front of the orcs.

Bang!!

The heavy fist fell, and a powerful wave of qi blew up the debris in the sky.

Everyone showed their magic powers, blocking vegetable leaves, gravy and other miscellaneous items in front of them.

And Trist?

There is no need to worry at all, being able to become a member of the Knights, even if there is a gap in strength, will not die so easily.

Sure enough!

The brown bear withdrew his fist with a dark face, and the heavy punch fell without the feeling of hitting the flesh and bones at all.

A strange wave of energy flickered, and Trist's body appeared in a corner of the palace.

"I'm just telling the truth, a rare kindness!~"

Crowd, "......"

Brown bear, "......"