The wolf smoke stretches for thousands of miles together, and the martial drums shake the sky and the earth as soon as they sound.

On the 'Ziyun Square', the neat and solemn drill of the 'Flying Bear Army' deeply shocked everyone present. Thousands of war horses, attacking the city, conquering everything, invincible.

The ultimate soldier, but that's it.

On the stand next to the square, a middle-aged man from the 'Sword Casting Villa' frowned slightly. Because, his heart is very uncharted, because he doesn't know if the warriors they are lurking in this time can defeat these thousand 'Flying Bear Army'.

This middle-aged man, named 'Shangguan Chen', is a low-level Xuanshi cultivator, one of the twelve elders of the 'Sword Casting Villa', although his status is not as good as 'Jiang Poxiao', but it is not much different from 'Jiang Gongyue'.

Murong Mingyu looked at Shangguan Chen with a sad face, with a slight smile on his face, but he was extremely proud in his heart

Every region will have such a drawback: whether it is a good thing, a bad thing, a funeral, a happy event, a big event, or a small matter, you have to go to the dinner table to solve it, you have to get drunk, and you have to eat extravagantly to negotiate things.

The people of the 'Sea of Purple Clouds' are also not exempt from vulgarity.

After the martial arts performance in the square, the scene quickly changed and came to another main hall of the 'Purple Cloud Sea' - the 'Nanyun Palace'.

The voices are still the same, the boiling is still the same, and the VIPs are still the same.

Just watching the martial arts show turned into a jingle of wine glasses.

At the top of the main hall, Murong Mingyu was sitting in danger, and he was already dignified, but under the background of the 'Purple Cloud Robe', he looked even more imposing.

Under Murong Mingyu, there was an old man, who was probably a hundred years old, because his face was densely covered with black spots, like a leopard. The kind of spots are called 'age spots'.

The old man's name is 'Yun Zaixing', he is Yun Zhenyu's grandfather, and the oldest generation in the 'Purple Cloud Sea'. His cultivation, like Jiang Huyu, is a person who has stepped into the 'Xuanling Level' with half a foot.

Shangguan Chen looked at Yun Zaixing, and his heart became even more afraid, he didn't expect that Yun Zaixing, who had been in retreat for ten years, would appear at this 'succession ceremony'. At this moment, he is like a child who has been in trouble, just drinking with his head down and not saying a word.

Below Yun Zaixing, sat the two people Ye Junlin was most familiar with: Song Jinghong and Xu Guoyu, as the 'Protector Elder of the 'Purple Cloud Sea', they were naturally qualified to sit here.

Below the two Protector Elders were a bunch of foreign guests: the 'Wild Wolf Gang' Protector Elder Ling Jing, the 'Sword Casting Villa' Elder Shangguan Chen, and the Vice President of the 'Chixiao Chamber of Commerce', Ye Tao

The banquet began, and the maids dressed in purple gauze clothes rushed in.

The aroma of the dishes is wafting, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

Birds and animals, delicacies from the mountains and seas, Lanling wine, amber and jade cups, plates of delicacies, and precious utensils were placed on everyone's table in an instant.

Colorful and full of dazzling.

Ye Junlin and Fan Jun, who were hidden on the ceiling, couldn't help but swallow their saliva fiercely.

"Senpai, I'd like to go down and have a taste. The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth were about to flow down.

Fan Jun looked at Ye Junlin, and wanted to pose as an elder to educate Ye Junlin: Young people must learn to resist temptation.

But helplessly, the hara that flowed from the corner of his mouth betrayed him in an instant.

Fan Jun swallowed the words that were about to come to his mouth, he rolled up his sleeves, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then said quite embarrassedly: "I'll help you get some." ”

Fan Jun removed a trace of the 'enclosed space' he had condensed, and then a spiritual aura turned into a small hand, and while a fat warrior was not paying attention, he dragged a fragrant roasted deer leg back.

Fan Jun divided the roasted deer leg into two, handed half of it to Ye Junlin, and then salivated: "Eat it." ”

"Thank you, senior. Ye Junlin thanked him happily, and then chewed it in a big gulp.

A drop of saliva happened to drip from Ye Junlin's mouth, and it happened to drip onto the head of a bald martial artist.

The bald warrior frowned slightly, then gently wiped his shiny head with his sleeve, and scolded in a low voice: "What the hell is the 'Purple Cloud Sea' looking for, it actually leaks!"

Staggered, three rounds of wine.

The 'big shots' in the banquet ate very deliciously, and Ye Junlin and Fan Jun did not fall behind at all. Between the banquets, food continued to disappear mysteriously, and more 'water droplets' dripped down the head of the bald warrior.

The bald warrior was depressed, so he kept changing his position.

But no matter how he moves, there are always 'droplets' of water dripping on his head. Because for the convenience of 'stealing food', Fan Jun condensed that small square space, and he was constantly moving.

The bald warrior kept wiping the 'water droplets' that kept dripping, and scolded in his mouth: "Why does it keep leaking, why does it keep leaking, why does it keep leaking?"

It's so depressing!

Yun Zaixing raised his wine glass and slowly stood up, the originally noisy hall was instantly quiet, everyone's eyes were focused on the old man, and some didn't even dare to take a breath.

Yun Zaixing calmed down, slowly raised his wine glass and said: "On behalf of the 'Purple Cloud Sea', thank you for coming to participate in the 'Succession Ceremony' of the new sect master of my 'Purple Cloud Sea', I hope that in the future, all forces can get along harmoniously and let us drink this cup to the full." ”

After Yun Zaixing finished speaking, he drank it all.

Everyone stood up at this moment, and they also raised their glasses and drank not a drop left.

Fan Jun looked at the people who were drinking, and a trace of uneasiness instantly appeared on his face.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Ye Junlin asked as he nibbled on a piece of tiger meat.

"Wine is poisonous. Fan Jun replied very simply.

"What?" Ye Junlin was startled, and the half-eaten tiger meat in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

That tiger meat was very magical, it actually penetrated the enchantment space of Fan Jun and fell straight down.

"Bang!"

The tiger meat smashed on the bald warrior's head.

"Damn! What the hell is this, not only leaking water, but also leaking tiger meat!" the bald warrior muttered, grabbed the half of the tiger meat that had fallen on the table, and bit it down viciously.

Ye Junlin was very anxious, because he suddenly understood that this might be Luoyi's conspiracy.

Fan Jun didn't care, his soul thoughts were on his 'Psychic Palace', constantly scanning, as if he was looking for something.

"Calm. Fan Jun said slowly: "It's just a first-order poison 'cartilage powder', it's not a big deal." ”

After Fan Jun finished speaking, the 'Psychic Palace' was full of light, and a pill shining with purple rays appeared in his hand.

"This is the third-order elixir 'antidote pill', and all poisons below the third-order can be solved. Fan Jun said, and with a casual slap of his hand, the pill instantly turned into dust in the sky, and under Fan Jun's manipulation, it disappeared into the wine glasses of the elders of the 'Purple Cloud Sea'.

Luo Yi never expected that the 'poisoning strategy' he had painstakingly planned would be so easily resolved.

The banquet continued, and everyone in the hall was a little drunk.

Luo Yi sat on the main hall, extremely anxious, at this moment, he was like sitting on a needleboard, fidgeting.

"Luoyi, what's wrong with you?" Murong Yelun glanced at Luoyi, who was sitting on pins and needles, and shouted in a low voice.

"Old Sect Master, I'm in a hurry to urinate" was unprecedented, and Luo Yi's gloomy face was slightly red. But that's not shyness, it's anxiety.

Luo Yi ran out and disappeared.

Murong Yelun looked at Luo Yi's back and couldn't help but shake his head.

Luo Yi ran outside the main hall and couldn't help but scold: "Damn old ghost, why doesn't this medicine work!"

At this moment, Luo An hurriedly ran over and said anxiously: "Master, Old Man Jiang asked me to ask you, why don't you act?"

Luo Yi looked at Luo An, who was sweating profusely, and became even more anxious, only to hear him scold: "How the do I know!"

Luo An's head shrank slightly, like a turtle, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

After a long time, Luo Yi calmed down, and he thought for a while: "Forget it, now that the matter is over, we can only let the 'White Horse Yicong' enter the city and let them attack it." ”

After Luo Yi finished speaking, he took Luo An to the city gate.

What Luo Yi didn't know was that above his head, an imperceptible mysterious space was staring at him