"Don't be so polite!"

The Eleventh Prince smiled slightly, and he said, "If it weren't for you, I guess after the banquet is over, I will be sent to the frontier land and be a little frontier king." ”

Ling Xiaoye smiled and didn't say anything.

The eleventh prince talked about other topics, and Ling Xiaoye just responded.

The two walked to the innermost house of Jingyang Palace, and after pushing open a spacious door, the eleventh prince said: "This is it, Master Ling, rest well, tonight's banquet is indispensable to you!"

Ling Xiaoye nodded, and then walked to the big bed in the room by himself.

The Eleventh Prince also closed the door at this time and left here.

Ling Xiaoye sensed with his divine thoughts that the Eleventh Prince had indeed left, so he called out the Black Dragon Night Wind.

Under the protection of the Black Dragon Night Wind, Ling Xiaoye continued to refine this dragon luck qi.

The time quickly arrived at night, and Ling Xiaoye had been immersed in refining the dragon luck qi, unaware that time had passed so quickly.

The night wind reminded Ling Xiaoye, someone came, and Ling Xiaoye interrupted refining the dragon luck qi.

He went back to bed, as if he were sleeping.

After the door opened, the eleventh prince entered inside and woke up Ling Xiaoye: "Master Ling, the dinner has begun, are you ready?"

Ling Xiaoye only got up at this time, then washed his face, and went out with the eleventh prince.

Walking out of Jingyang Palace, they were still on foot, and the eleventh prince told Ling Xiaoye that the place where the dinner was held was called Zhengyang Palace, and the number of participants should be several thousand.

It was the first time for Ling Xiaoye to participate in such a large-scale dinner, of course, he didn't want to participate in this kind of dinner in the first place, but because he couldn't enter the Comprehension Stone Forbidden Land until this dinner was over, he came over to take a look.

They walked for most of the hour, from the winding garden path, to the large rockery with unique scenery, and finally came to the brilliant Zhengyang Palace.

With the scale of the Zhengyang Palace, it was difficult for Ling Xiaoye to find out the specific situation at once. However, one thing can still be confirmed, at least several times larger than Qinglan Gate.

Zhengyang Palace is only one floor high, but it covers a wide area, and it seems that the decoration is very luxurious, with a variety of uniquely shaped torches, the latter on the stage, and a variety of styles of incense burners, so that this place is full of rich fragrance.

There is an endless stream of people dressed in fancy costumes. They were all well-dressed and polite, walking along the aisles that were already full of food, talking to each other.

Ling Xiaoye realized at this time that his outfit was incompatible with these people.

However, Ling Xiaoye didn't care too much about these troublesome things, anyway, he was here for the scene, not for fun, so why dress up carefully.

The eleventh prince didn't say anything, because he also knew that martial arts monks with high cultivation were generally informal and didn't pay much attention to their appearance.

On the contrary, most of the men and women who came to the banquet were dignitaries, and they paid attention to pomp and circumstance.

As soon as the eleventh prince walked into the gate of Zhengyang Palace, many people surrounded him and congratulated the eleventh prince one after another.

Some people even squeezed Ling Xiaoye, who was wearing ordinary clothes, aside:

"Get out of the way, you guard, you can go to the door to watch the door!"

Ling Xiaoye stretched out his foot and hooked the man who pushed him away, tripping him to the ground.

The man stood up and wanted to go crazy, but Ling Xiaoye was nowhere to be seen.

When Ling Xiaoye left, he sent a message to the eleventh prince: "Prince, I'll find a random place, you can get busy first!"

After the transmission was finished, Ling Xiaoye walked over to the corner table on the left hand side of the gate, and the last person sat at the table, closing his eyes and recuperating.

As for the eleventh prince, now that he has become the quasi-prince, basically everyone who comes to the banquet will come to congratulate him.

After all, in the future, the eleventh prince may be the emperor of the Yuxu Empire, the most powerful person, if you don't have a relationship now, when will you wait?

Therefore, the eleventh prince had no way to respond to Ling Xiaoye, so he had to keep being polite to these people.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, a voice shouted, "The Holy Lord has arrived!"

I saw that the people present knelt on the ground and made a big salute.

Ling Xiaoye also squatted on the ground, he was in this corner, no one paid attention, but he still had to pretend, otherwise it would not be good if he was exposed.

After the salute, the emperor of the Yuxu Empire said a bunch of tirades, which were of no use to Ling Xiaoye at all, so he didn't bother to listen.

After a while, the person who spoke in Zhengyang Palace became the eleventh prince, and the eleventh prince's voice was still a little excited.

He said it for a long time, but Ling Xiaoye couldn't remember what the eleventh prince said, in short, it was all some visions, some empty words for the future.

After the eleventh prince finished speaking, he announced that he would start eating.

Ling Xiaoye looked at the exquisite food on the table in front of him, and suddenly felt a little hungry, so he picked up the chopsticks, jumped a few pieces of fragrant meat casually, and ate a few bites.

Just as Ling tasted these things casually, several people came to Ling Xiaoye's table, they saw Ling Xiaoye eating alone, and saw Ling Xiaoye's clothes and appearance, people who didn't want to be rich and noble, seemed to be thugs of a certain force.

So these people surrounded Ling Xiaoye and said:

"Boy, why are you so thick-skinned when you eat a table of dishes alone?"

"Which sect are you from, report your name!"

"Hey, this kid didn't respond, looking for death!"

......

The four of them, all about twenty years old, all wearing hand-sewn robes, may be disciples of a certain family, or they may be the children of a certain prince.

They came a little late, it was not easy to find a place in front of them, and finally found that there was a table in this corner, they came over to take a look, Ling Xiaoye actually moved his chopsticks, and now he doesn't pay attention to them, it's just a shame!

"Young Master, I think this person is also the cultivation of the early stage of the Illusory God Realm, and he is a little weaker than the young master, so there is no need to be polite to him. ”

Among the four young men, a man with small eyes began to give advice to a young man with a look of arrogance on his face.

The arrogant young man nodded, and said to Ling Xiaoye, who was still eating:

"Forgive me for not knowing the name of Young Master Ben, it can be regarded as giving you a face, a breath, and leave this table immediately. A person of my status is not comparable to a small character in a sect like you!"

Several other people also followed the threat:

"Look at his stupidity, let me tell him, this young master is the second young master of the eighth prince of Xiling Kingdom!"