"Senior brother, I'm afraid this night banquet is not a good thing!"

As soon as he entered the guest room, Xu Lang reminded himself first.

"Brother Xu Xian is reasonable, I also think that this King Ping may not have any good intentions!"

Lin Zhijing is also a hero, and he sees it the same way.

Gui Yunzheng nodded, and didn't reply for a while, but his mind was spinning rapidly.

There has to be a solution! King Ping's persuasion of marriage during the day failed, and he was already resentful, but at this time, he was invited to do so, and there must be something greasy in it.

"Brother Lin, junior brother, you are right, this banquet must not be a good banquet, it may still be a Hongmen banquet, at this time, if you want to deliver the letter to the beggar gang, I am afraid that there is no chance, but it doesn't matter, there is another disciple in the palace, I will try to contact him, and wait for the opportunity to spread the news!"

"That's all there is to it!"

Lin Zhijing shook his head, broke into Longtan, and entered the tiger's den again. Tonight, it seems, is an eventful night, with unknown risks and unpredictable fortunes.

After a while, a few people changed their clothes, picked out important things to hide first, and each carried their swords on their backs, and went downstairs leisurely.

Wan Feitong saw that a few people seemed to be prepared, and he didn't speak, but raised his hand outside, and immediately, a big carriage arrived in front of the building.

"Heroes, please get in the car!"

Several people hurriedly lifted the curtain and sat in one after another. Wan Feitong sat in front of him with the coachman, and with a whip, he went to the Pingwang Mansion.

The night is gradually hazy, with a little starlight, accompanied by the last quarter moon, and can barely see.

Xiangyang City at night is still bustling. The lights are everywhere, and it is prosperous for a while.

Half a pillar of incense or so, the Ping Wangfu has arrived.

This time, King Ping didn't greet him in person, it was the master with Wan Xiaoqing, who was standing in front of the door with a smile.

"Welcome heroes, please!"

The master is very respectful, as before.

A few people are "not afraid of hemp even if they are on the pepper tree", and they bowed humbly and entered the house with pride.

This Feifeng Tower, which is nine stories high, is already a very remarkable architectural achievement in ancient times. The first two times a few people came to the Pingwang Mansion for a banquet, they were only in the banquet hall and had never been to the Feifeng Tower. At this moment, when I looked up, I saw that the lights of Feifeng Tower were bright, which was particularly eye-catching in the night, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a landmark in Xiangyang.

"What a Feifeng Tower!"

Gui Yunzheng couldn't help but praise.

But along the way, the atmosphere is clearly different. From the door to the front of the Feifeng Tower, there are three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, and it is roughly estimated that there are no less than 100 guards.

Lin Yin'er unconsciously held Xu Lang's hand, this strange atmosphere with a strong murderous aura was immediately very keenly felt by several young people who had experienced the wind and waves.

"It's fine!"

Xu Lang patted the back of her hand and said softly.

King Ping's banquet was set up on the highest floor, from the first floor to the eighth floor, and there were still guards guarding one after another.

After sweating half of their bodies, several people finally went up to the ninth floor.

Gui Yunzheng was the first to step in, only to see that on the big table, King Ping lived in it, nameless and ruthlessly separated, but on his left hand side, there was a person who couldn't be more familiar, Du Cheng. Behind Du Cheng, there are four Xuanyi people, whose style is vaguely similar to the people of the Tianshan faction at the martial arts conference that day.

Sure enough, it was the Hongmen Banquet.

"Lord Wang, Lord Du!"

Gui Yunzheng was angry in his heart, but his face was still as usual, and he bowed his hand to greet.

Then, Xu Lang and the others also went upstairs. This look is a surprise.

"Brother Xu, meet again!"

Du Cheng didn't wait for King Ping to speak, and when he saw Xu Lang, he turned against the guest and greeted him directly.

It seems that people have nothing to fear.

Xu Lang smiled a little mischievously.

"Xu Moujie grass people, don't dare to call Master Du a brother!"

After speaking, he didn't care about any etiquette, so he sat down nearby.

Nameless, ruthless, and the four Xuanyi people immediately looked angry, and glared at Xu Lang in unison.