According to the practice of previous festivals, on the first night, the organizers of the Heavenly Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land would invite people from all walks of life to participate in the banquet as a prelude to the beginning of the festival.

As one of the three major forces in the Netherworld, the Imperial City naturally has the qualifications to participate in the banquet, for this festival, they sent a strong lineup of five Inner Mansion Elders, including Ying Wutian and Ying Yutian, to focus on protecting the safety of the new city lord, but for the banquet, they just let Ying Yutian follow Ying Huang and Zhu Ling in, after all, on top of the banquet hosted by the people of the Heavenly Realm, they don't believe that anyone dares to do it.

The night gradually darkened, and at this time, the Tian'en Hall, which was the banquet venue, was lit up like stars.

With the maids shuttling back and forth, in a short time, the wine is like a stream and spring, and the delicacies are like mountains overlapping, filling the tables and tables in the wide hall.

Under the repeated urging of the interested Zhu Ling, Ying Huang had to come to the venue early. The shadow sky is far away, secretly protecting.

However, they were not the earliest, and there were nearly 100 people scattered in the hall at this time.

After all, it is a top-level event hosted by the Heavenly Realm, and even the most unruly geniuses on weekdays will unconsciously restrain themselves. Most of the men were dressed in slim-fitting robes, showing a heroic and masculine style, while the women were dressed in brocade wide-sleeved robes with graceful manners.

In order to participate in the banquet, Ying Huang, who is not very particular about clothing on weekdays, deliberately wore a white short robe embroidered with silk silver lines, while Zhu Ling wore a goose-yellow open-necked dress, which was curved and enchanting.

Entering the banquet venue, Zhu Ling couldn't be idle at all, and immediately poured into a group of young women talking and laughing.

And Ying Huang went straight to a soft seat near the corner and sat down, picked up a glass of fairy juice and drank it, he didn't like this kind of social occasion in the first place, according to his words, there is this kung fu here to talk about the world, and he doesn't want to meditate and cultivate.

If it weren't for his status as the city lord, Ying Huang wouldn't have come to such a boring banquet.

As the night deepened, the number of people slowly increased.

With the loud voice of the door official, the leaders and young heroes from all walks of life came to the scene.

"Human Realm, Spiral Cloud Sect, Cloud Sky Dao Chief, here!"

"Demon Realm, Wolf Warrior Gate, Demon Wolf Marshal, to"

"Netherworld, Earthly Imperial City, Ice Spirit Princess, here!"

Hearing this voice, Ying Huang's eyelids moved, he didn't expect that as the second largest force in the Netherworld, the character sent out this time was actually a woman!

The next moment, he saw the princess.

A slender shadow slowly crossed the threshold from outside the door and walked towards it.

In an instant, countless eyes looked towards this figure, and between their eyes, there was a faint hint of strange heat, and even Ying Huang's gaze at her was slightly sluggish.

It was an extremely dazzling shadow, and unlike the other beautifully dressed girls, Princess Icespirit was dressed in a shining armor as white as snow. The armor was fine and soft and clinging to her delicate body, revealing her proud curves.

Under her snow-white and flawless neck, there are bumps and bumps, and the slender and white jade legs under the silver battle skirt make many people present secretly covet.

And the most touching thing about her is the beautiful face, the thin eyebrows and starry eyes reveal a trace of heroism, and the warm mouth bends a confident arc, like a proud phoenix that looks down on everything, as if she is the master between heaven and earth.

As Princess Bingluo slowly walked in, the originally noisy and bustling venue suddenly became silent, and the other women who were originally gorgeously dressed and outstanding-looking immediately lost their light in front of her, like a little firefly facing the sky and the moon.

After a few breaths, there were finally people from the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land who greeted Princess Bingluo, and then many young men came to their senses, and immediately surrounded them, even the disciples of the sect who had nothing to do with the Eight Poles of the Diluo Imperial City greeted them without saying anything.

The originally frozen atmosphere of the banquet was finally enlivened again.

"Xianggong, that princess of Bingluo, is she very beautiful?"

The radiant Zhu Ling suddenly appeared from Ying Huang's side and said with a smile.

Looking at the excitement on her face, Ying Huang knew that she was having a good time.

"It's okay, but it's still not as good as my Ling'er!" Ying Huang's playful heart protruded, and suddenly hugged Zhu Ling and sat her on his lap.

Zhu Ling blushed suddenly, quickly stood up from him, and said in a low voice: "Don't be like this, there are so many people here......"

Ying Huang looked at Zhu Ling's shy appearance and smiled happily.

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out at Yinghuang.

"Where did the stinky boy come from, he actually teased Miss Ling'er in public, and he didn't kneel down and apologize!"

Ying Huang was stunned to see a fat man in a brocade robe but with a face bulging out like a pile of over-fermented dough standing in front of him, stretching out his right index finger and pointing straight at his nose, with a cold eyebrow.

Ying Huang was speechless for a while, and turned his head to look at Zhu Ling with inquiring eyes.

Although Zhu Ling was also a little surprised, she quickly understood, tried her best to hold back her laughter, and said to Yinghuang: "He is the leader of the guardian army who doesn't know who in the Heavenly Realm, and he seems to be a little interesting to me." ”

Listening to Zhu Ling's words, Ying Huang was suddenly a little speechless, it seems that Zhu Ling didn't tell the guy in front of her that she was already married, and it was basically on purpose.

Shaking his head secretly, Ying Huang immediately stood up, but compared to the fat man in front of him, he was only on the fat man's chest.

He looked straight at the fat man, and there was no wavering in his eyes: "Who are you?"

The fat man's drink had attracted the attention of many people, and everyone gathered around. However, no one stepped forward to dissuade them, but they were all in a lively posture.

Although the fat man does not have a good image, he is from the heavenly realm, and most of the people present know him, but they are very unfamiliar with Yinghuang.

"This fat man is the guardian of the Heavenly Realm Messenger, and his strength should not be weak. ”

"Although it's just a guard, after all, it's a person from the heavenly realm, and this kid on the other side doesn't know which tendon is wrong, and he dares to argue with the people of the heavenly realm!"

"Look at his shabby appearance, he is definitely not a big sect, no one dares to stand out without a cover, alas, looking for death......"

......

Originally, he just wanted to intimidate Ying Huang and leave a good impression on Zhu Ling at the same time, but he didn't expect Ying Huang to be intimidated by his cheers, but the people around him gathered more and more.

The fat man frowned slightly, and then quickly looked him up and down.

Seeing that he was dressed ordinarily and did not look like a rich young master, the fat man immediately sneered: "Just by you, you are also worthy of knowing the name of Uncle Ben?"

He made up his mind to directly knock Ying Huang unconscious, and then put him on the charge of "moral turpitude and molesting girls" and handed him over to the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land to deal with.

As he spoke, he stretched out his fist and slammed it towards Gao Yun's head!

Since it was in the banquet venue, his punch was not infused with spiritual energy, but the heavy punch with the sound of breaking the wind still made the surrounding spectators stagnate!

The fist wind castrated extremely fast, and it instantly attacked in front of Ying Huang, and just when everyone thought that Ying Huang must be seriously injured by this punch, the fat man's fist suddenly stopped!

Immediately, everyone was amazed to see that in front of the fist, which was twice as large as ordinary people, a palm appeared, and it was this palm that firmly blocked the castration of the fist!

And this palm was raised by Ying Huang.

He looked at the fat man's face twitching slightly from fright, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said in a slightly playful tone: "You are so tall, is your strength so little?"

The fat man's face, which had been twitching slightly, became more distorted at this time, and he couldn't help but tremble because of the strong fear in his heart, and beads of sweat the size of beans couldn't stop leaving along his cheeks, but he didn't realize it.

"You're done, now it's my turn!"

Ying Huang said softly, and immediately punched out unceremoniously, the fat man looked sluggish at this time, and he didn't react at all, and was directly hit in the stomach by Ying Huang.

only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and the fat man immediately flew backwards like a shrimp that was arched over.