Godly Dragon Guard

Leng Wushuang's expression turned gloomy for an instant, and Transmitting said with a smile: "Haha, it's interesting, you dare to mention Leng in the early stage of a combination? Today is the birthday banquet of Empress Hongfeng, Leng will not be held accountable, but you... So be careful! Also, stay away from Fu'er, she is not something you can use with trash!"

After saying this, Leng Wushuang left blankly.

Shen Lang's face was black like the bottom of a pot, and he didn't expect to be so angry when he came to a birthday banquet.

The two communicated via voice transmission just now, and Fuer on the side didn't know what Shen Lang was talking with Leng Wushuang.

Seeing Leng Wushuang's gloomy look, Fuer guessed that Shen Lang must have angered Leng Wushuang by his words, and she had a headache.

"Young Master Shen, that Leng Wushuang is the young master of the Fallen Heaven Clan, strong, you... it's better not to provoke him too much." Fu'er was quite worried, and launched a voice transmission to Shen Lang.

"I understand, thank Miss Fuer for letting me know." Shen Lang replied nonchalantly.

As long as Leng Wushuang didn't provoke him again, he would definitely not take the initiative to provoke Leng Wushuang.

Leng Wushuang's father is the fallen ghost emperor who is famous in the Nine Provinces, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Mahayana! Called the top monk.

With such a hard background, Shen Lang did not dare to provoke him.

As time passed bit by bit, there were more and more monks in the main hall. Several other young masters of the Kyushu Imperial Clan also arrived one after another to greet Shen Lang.

"Brother Shen Lang, hahaha, I didn't expect you to come too!" Niu Feng, the young master of the Bull Head Ghost Tribe, immediately ran up, holding a fist at Shen Lang with a smile on his face.

"Hey, brother Shen, you are really not interesting enough. When you come to the mainland of Kyushu, you don't want to say hello to us!" Ma Long, the young master of the Mamian Ghost Clan, also walked forward and smiled at Shen Lang with a fist.

"I have seen Brother Niu, Brother Ma."

Shen Lang responded politely.

Different from last time, this time Niu Feng and Ma Long were accompanied by a Mahayana monk of each race to show their identity.

"Damn, Shen Lang, the **** guy is here to join in the fun!" Tianyou, who was on the seat not far away, stared at Shen Lang with gritted teeth, angrily.

"Young Master, don't forget what I said before, don't provoke this kid." The black-robed old man on the seat beside Tianyou said through a voice message.

"I know Uncle Hei, it's okay I won't provoke him!" Tianyou looked very gloomy, raised the wine glass on the table and took a sip of boring wine.

Yin De looked at Shen Lang upset, and couldn't lower his face to greet him. Mengfei learned about Niu Feng and Ma Long, and greeted Shen Lang with intentions.

However, Shen Lang's cultivation in the initial stage of the integration could allow the young master of the Kyushu Imperial Clan to greet him so politely. A group of guests couldn't help expressing surprises and wondering how sacred this white monk was.

Seeing that many young masters of the Kyushu emperor had a good relationship with Shen Lang, Leng Wushuang still dismissed it and drank alone.

In order to avoid suspicion, Fuer did not talk to Shen Lang too much, but greeted the distinguished guests outside the hall.

Not long after, Feng Yaotian, the young master of the Fenggui tribe, and Feng Qingyue, the saint of the Fenggui tribe, appeared in costumes.

"The two are coming here, the Meiling Clan is shining!" Fu'er smiled slightly and bowed to the two of them.

"Miss Fu'er is polite, today is the birthday banquet of Empress Hongfeng, how can we not come." Feng Yaotian smiled and couldn't help but look at Fu'er more.

Fuer is the eldest lady of the Meiling clan, and she is known as the number one beauty in the mainland of Kyushu. Although Feng Yaotian has eight concubines, he has always coveted Fuer.

It's a pity that Fuer wears a veil that can cut off the detection of divine consciousness, and Feng Yaotian's desire to see Fangrong fell through.

Feng Qingyue looked at Feng Yaotian squintingly at other beauties, she was a little angry, but she dared not speak. She found that after she was assaulted by Shen Lang, Feng Yaotian seemed to be increasingly cold towards her.

No matter how she explained, Feng Yaotian believed that she had been caught by Shen Lang* and had an improper relationship. This made Feng Qingyue extremely sad, and nothing really happened to her and Shen Lang.

Although Feng Yaotian knew that Feng Qingyue was innocent, but this green hat was also indirectly worn on his head, so he was very upset.

Whenever he was happy with Feng Qingyue, he always thought of Shen Lang's lashing at his own woman. He felt disgusted and naturally disliked Feng Qingyue.

Since the last incident, almost two months have passed, and Feng Yaotian's anger has gradually disappeared.

The reason why he didn't use the name of his Young Master to initiate a hunt for Shen Lang was mainly because of Shen Lang's special identity, and the incident itself was not glorious, he didn't want others to know that he was cuckolding.

It's a rare time to go out. Feng Yaotian is still in a good mood today. After saying hello to Fuer, he walked towards the hall with Feng Qingyue's willow waist.

"Young Master Feng, long time no see."

"Young Master Feng, don't come here unharmed!"

Many guests in the hall were familiar with Feng Yaotian and greeted them one after another.

Feng Yaotian also smiled and said some kind words.

"Young Master Feng, we're seeing each other again." Shen Lang sat in distress, smiling and raising his glass towards Feng Yaotian.

This guy will find himself sooner or later, so Shen Lang exposed first, making this guy a little psychologically defensive.

"This Dao..."

Before Feng Yaotian said the word "Friend", he stared at Shen Lang, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his color changed suddenly: "Boy, it's you!!!"

The roar was extremely loud, and the entire hall was shocked.

All the monks turned their eyes to Shen Lang and Feng Yaotian one after another, with a look of surprise on their faces. Is it possible that the young master of the ghost tribe and this monk at the beginning of the union have any feast?

"Any thief, how dare you come here!" Saintess Feng Qingyue saw Shen Lang, her emotions were also very excited, her voice was octave high.

Fu'erdai frowned, and stepped forward and asked: "Young Master Feng, Miss Feng, what are you guys..."

"This kid and I have a hatred against the sky!" Feng Yaotian pointed at Shen Lang angrily, trembling all over, he couldn't help it anymore.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. Feng Yaotian didn't know how he got through these two months. With such a big humiliation, he dreamed of tearing Shen Lang to pieces!

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the hall were shocked, and the smell of gunpowder in Feng Yaotian's words was not small.

Fu'er said with a stern face: "Did Young Master Feng admit the wrong person? How could this son of Shen Lang, who came to the Jiuzhou Continent not long ago, get revenge with you? What did he do that made you so unhappy?"

"he……"

Feng Yaotian's words were blocked again, and his face turned into pig liver color.

It would be too embarrassing if I directly said "he *my concubine", and he would not be able to say that he killed Feng Yaotian, so that as the young master of the Fenggui tribe, he would become a laughingstock.

"He is... uh!"

Feng Qingyue on the side wanted to say it, but Feng Yaotian quickly gagged her mouth halfway through her words.