In the dim hall, the floor made of thick wood is polished and can reflect the shadow of people.

Two rows of twelve thick pillars supported the dome, and a bronze candlestick poked out on the pillars. Candles made of animal oil as thick as thumbs sounded from time to time. When the wick exploded, the light in the hall would suddenly increase a little.

Under each pillar were several soldiers wearing heavy armor standing. They put their hands in front of them, their swords were behind them, and under the thick metal armor, they could hear their low breathing like beasts.

Several maids wearing white long skirts walked out from behind the screen in the hall, slipping quietly like ghosts across the smooth floor, and quickly placed wine pots and dozens of meat and fresh fruits on the stone table in front of Ying Yunpeng and Emperor Xu.

Because of the entertainment of distinguished guests, Ying Yunpeng generously brought out all the rarest delicacies in the city in Ten Days.

Delicacies of mountains and seas, birds and beasts, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, rare fruits, not to mention anything else, the 1000-fruit wine produced by the alien race of the Northern Wilderness Lingqiu is extremely rare in the jade pot in front of the two. In the translucent jade pot, the 1000-fruit wine, which was originally amber-colored, showed a magnificent green green, and even emitted a faint fluorescent light. This was Ying Yunpeng's cruelty and soaked a gentian in each pot.

Between heaven and earth, the dragon and phoenix clans are powerful, and they are transcendent and out of the world and basically do not interact with other races.

Gentian has infinite uses and has a strong nourishing effect on the body of the Witch Emperor, so every gentian is worthless. However, if you want to hunt a real dragon and dig out his gentian, not to mention the possible revenge after the dragon clan learned the news, the dragon slaying alone is extremely dangerous.

A gentian soaked wine, even if it was dedicated to Emperor Shun as a tribute, it would be very respectful, so let alone treat Emperor Xu's son.

Emperor Xu was indeed very satisfied. He was very aware of the goods and poured a glass of fine wine on his own. With a hint of reserve, he slowly drank the fine wine as sticky as slurry. Then he sincerely exclaimed: "It's beautiful and mellow. It's indeed a great wine. I'm grateful for my love, I'm grateful for my love!"

Ying Yunpeng smiled indifferently and said lightly: "What are some small things worth? The emperor's son is here this time. What's the point of doing? Do you want to find some rare treasures from our ten-day city? Then the emperor's son is really here in the right place."

Emperor Xu smiled and shook his head, and waved his hand gently: "Today, I don't have that interest. Well, does Elder Yunpeng know about Meng Ya, the deacon in the Witch Palace?"

Ying Yunpeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Meng Yai? I have some impression. Although I am not a direct subordinate of my husband, this child is capable and has a mature wrist. He is a capable subordinate of the Meng Elder of the Meng clan of the Qiongqi tribe in the Western Huang Qiongqi."

After pouring a glass of wine on his own, Ying Yunpeng smiled and said, "Elder Meng, I still have some friendship with me."

Emperor Xu said calmly: "Oh? Have a friendship with Elder Yunpeng? That's the best. Meng Ya, maybe he's dead."

Emperor Xu's words made Ying Yunpeng's eyes suddenly shrink. He was silent for a while, his fingers gently bounced on the stone table a few times, and said lightly: "Oh... dead? How did the Emperor know that he was dead? Can the Emperor's son see it with his own eyes?"

Emperor Xu shook his head and told him everything about what happened in the new territory of Wushan tribe. Even he bribed Meng Ya's heavy money and asked Meng Ya to return to the Wu Temple to cooperate with him in accusing Ji Hao and his group of people without missing any omissions:

"When Meng Ya left, I made some tricks on him. Less than an hour after he left, the witchcraft logo I left on him suddenly disappeared. So, I hurried to find Elder Yunpeng."

After hearing Emperor Xu's words, Ying Yunpeng couldn't help but sneer: "Look for me? Why isn't it Meng's?"

Emperor Xu looked at Ying Yunpeng with a smile: "The younger generations around Elder Meng are all jumping around. Elder, you, there are some problems with the people around you today. Although Xu is not in Puyang, he should know about some of the ups and downs of Puyang."

Ying Yunpeng picked up the wine glass and drank another glass of wine, and then he drank one cup after another. He quickly drank the pot of wine cleanly. He used witchcraft to temper it. The gentian, which was originally nearly meter in diameter, was now compressed to the size of a baby's fist, was also grabbed by him and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Emperor Xu was not in a hurry, but just poured himself into his own drinks, while slowly savoring the rare delicacies on the jade plate.

After being silent for a long time, Ying Yunpeng still didn't say anything. But suddenly there were subtle footsteps outside the hall. Ying Yunpeng and Emperor Xu's faces changed at the same time. As they were both, except for the guards who were originally on duty in the hall, who dared to approach rashly at this time?

Ying Yunpeng was about to scold him with a stern face, but suddenly a smile appeared on his old face. He smiled like a gorgeous old chrysanthemum. He stood up in a hurry and greeted a middle-aged man who walked in at the entrance of the hall.

"Mr. Kuquan, you are back! You have been there for almost half a year. How many things have you had to discuss? If you are here this time, I'm afraid..."

Walking in from outside the hall was a middle-aged man with long hair, white skin as white as jade, and three slender willow beards on his chin. He was wearing a torn white linen cloth dress full of patches, a yellow straw rope wrapped around his waist as a belt, barefoot without shoes, but his big feet that were several inches longer than ordinary people were fair and smooth, without any filth.

Emperor Xu looked coldly at the middle-aged man called Kuquan, his expression full of high pride.

From the mutual pull of the essence, blood and breath, Emperor Xu clearly judged that the body of this Kuquan was extremely weak, which means that the ordinary witch man had just stepped into the level of a small witch realm, he could blow the body of the Kuquan into ashes in one breath.

If there is any strange thing, it is just that the eyes of this Kuquan are particularly bright, and there is a very strange light that faintly reveals half a foot long. That's all, without any deterrence.

As soon as Kuquan entered the hall, he looked up and down at Ying Yunpeng's body.

Suddenly, Kuquan smiled coldly, and five white lights spewed out with his five fingers on his right hand, and grabbed Ying Yunpeng's head hard:

"The elder has encountered some evil figure recently? Why is the elder's luck so severely suppressed? Moreover, the spirit platform is covered with dust, and the three souls and seven spirits almost lost one soul or two spirits? If it weren't for the elder's jade talisman left by the bitter spring, I'm afraid..."

As Kuquan moved, a black air suddenly spurted out from Ying Yunpeng's head. Several extremely ancient runes flashed through the black air, and then the black air and runes exploded at the same time.

Ying Yunpeng's body trembled, and he felt a cool air coming from his head and rushing straight to the soles of his feet. The chaotic mood suddenly returned to Qingming and Quietness.
Chapter completed!