Chapter 469 Your relationship is too messy

Listening to Zhuge's inexplicable words, Liu Mang beat a drum in his heart and said, "Mr. Zhuge, what do you want to do? You don't want to make trouble in such a place. It's not a clear choice to trouble them at this time.

"It's not that I want to make trouble for them. The question is whether they will make me safe." Zhuge Buleang sneered.

"Don't fool around, boss. I know your ability. At worst, you will leave after the trouble. But we are with you now. They can't find you, but they may make trouble for us. Don't cheat us. Liu Mang was sweating coldly.

"Don't worry, I know. Isn't Meximon also there? With Shujianzhai, I guess they don't dare to do anything. Zhuge said not to turn around and walk towards where he lived.

Liu Mang followed behind him, and his heart could not calm down. Looking at Zhuge's solemn expression, he was not sure what would really happen to the banquet tomorrow.

A calm night passed. The next day, the whole Xuantian Dance Pavilion was lively, the orchestra was played together, and the whole Xuantian Dance Pavilion was full of songs and dances. In front of the Xuanwu Palace, there was a sea of people, and the children of the major immortals sat down one after another. Many seniors of the university came to congratulate them.

It is hard to imagine that a place of fireworks can make so powerful that even several major sects in the southern region came to congratulate, and even some immortals in the eastern and western regions sent congratulatory gifts.

The packaging of big and small bags can still fluctuate spiritual power in no time. Obviously, the things that these big sects can take out are naturally not ordinary things. There may be the best fairy medicine in it, or there may be rare treasures, which are valuable.

Xianle curled up, and more than a dozen dancers danced in front of the Xuanwu Palace. They were all beautiful, and their graceful bodies were eye-catching.

Zhuge Fuliang, Moximen, Lu Zihan and Liu Mang also came to the Xuanwu Palace and found a place to sit down. Mo Ximen had a "gentle" smile and looked at the dancer in front of the Xuanwu Palace, with a faint arc at the corners of his mouth.

Liu Mang looked around with a thief. Most of the elite masters in the southern region gathered here. It was simply a tiger's den.

Zhuge Fuliang sat at the table, glanced around casually, picked up a glass of wine, poured a glass for the Western Gate of Mexico, and said, "Sir, what kind of gift did your Shujianzhai give to Xuantian Dance Pavilion this time? Hey, I'm talking to you~~ Can you take a look at me?"

"Ah?" Mo Ximen withdrew his eyes from the dancer and said with a smile, "What did you just say?"

"I said what kind of gift did your Shujianzhai give to Xuantian Dance Pavilion this time?" Zhuge Buchong repeated it helplessly.

"I don't know about this either. My father didn't tell me either." Moximen Road picked up the wine and drank it all, and continued to enjoy the dance of the dancer.

At this time, several figures flew over and landed on the banquet. These people have men and women. One by one, they are free and easy, and their temperament is dusty. The man is handsome and elegant, and the woman is euphemistic and touching. As soon as they appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of most people, especially those women, whose beautiful faces and light would overshadow those dancers.

"Who is this?" Zhuge Buzuo asked.

"People from Jidao Xianmen." Meximan glanced casually and said, and when he saw the dusty women, his eyes could not help but light up.

"You killed the descendants of Jidao Xianmen, but now you still dare to drink here, and you are not afraid that they will trouble you!" Lu Zihan stared at Zhuge. She could always find an opportunity to sarcastically. Maybe it would be a little better.

Zhuge Fuliang didn't say anything and continued to drink.

At this time, many great practitioners came one after another, and their arrival attracted the attention of most people for a while. Among them, a thin middle-aged man is particularly noticeable. He is thin and only 1.6 meters tall. He is relatively short in the crowd and looks weak. But behind him was two bronze takus, which were even taller than his body.

However, the most noteworthy thing is the momentum of this person, like a vast ocean. Although it is as calm as water, it has another vast feeling.

The people present are all the talents of the major immortals, and their eyesight is naturally extraordinary. They can see that this momentum is like a vast ocean. If you don't move, it is bound to shock the world.

"What is this person's realm? Dao Yun peeping into the sky? Unlike, is it a super-high hand who can't be too virtual?" Several people whispered.

Zhuge Buliang also noticed this person. With an understated glance, he suddenly had a familiar feeling. His consciousness is sharper than ordinary people, and he can detect things that others can't catch.

At this time, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something and looked at Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Burang suddenly felt that any color between heaven and earth had disappeared, and the bustling voices around him also faded. Only the bright and clear eyes of the middle-aged man.

This feeling lasted only for a second, but there was a cold sweat behind Zhuge Butiao.

"It's horrible..." Zhuge Bliang can only be described by these three words.

The middle-aged man sat down quietly, regardless of the strange eyes around him. He grabbed a thigh more than three feet long at the banquet. I don't know what kind of wild beast cooked and bit it. He doesn't care about the image of a master at all. He eats meat and drinks.

The people around him suddenly sighed. Seeing him eat, he was full...

"Huh? Why do I always feel that the person sitting over there is very familiar? A monk glanced at Zhuge Fuliang and said.

"That one? I've seen it once. It seems to be the young master of Shujianzhai, Meximen.

"Of course I know Meximen. I'm talking about the man next to Meximen."

"Oh~~~ Yes, that girl is good-looking, brother, do you like her?" A repairman next to him said with a smile on his face.

"Wh! What's on your mind? I'm talking about the man with long hair and a shawl. It seems that I've seen him somewhere.

"Well... I also think it's quite familiar when you say that.

Several people glanced at Zhuge Fuliang intentionally or unintentionally. Suddenly, one person was surprised and said, "I remember that this person is a person wanted by several great religious people in the southern region. I have seen his portrait on the wanted list.

"Yes, yes, yes, I also remember that he is the man who plays with yin and yang fire. During this period of time, he was very popular in the southern region. It seems to be called Brother Pig... Brother Zhu is not bright. The man who fought bravely with the impermanence inheritor in Qianye City a few days ago.

"It's him! It's the person who burned the Taiyi Immortal Sect!"

"This man is too bold. He is so eye-catching now that he dares to come to such a banquet where big shots gather."

The noise around him became louder and louder. Liu Mang lowered his bitter face and sighed, "Sure enough, it still caused a sensation. What on earth does this boss want to do?"

Zhuge is still drinking by himself and is not moved at all. Instead, Mosimon, who was sitting aside, frowned and glanced at everyone. The people around him immediately kept silent. This is the young master of Shujianzhai, not a person who can be easily provoked.

But the news of Zhuge Butang's appearance at the banquet quickly spread out. In an eye, all the people's eyes turned to this side.

At this time, several people lined up and came up. They were several disciples of the Jidao Fairy Gate. Everyone gave them a way, and several people had shown gloating. Looking at the posture of several people, it is obvious that it is coming to Zhuge Fuliang.

Everyone knows that in Fengqi Mountain, a descendant of Jidao Xianmen died under the yin and yang fire of Zhuge Butliang.

Lu Zihan sneered, which was also a gloating look.

"Are you Zhuge Fuliang?" A young man with a strong figure and arrogant temperament stood in front of Zhuge BLiang.

"Which one are you?" Zhuge said without raising his head.

"Huo Buyun!" The young man looked up.

"Infertility? Then go and see a doctor..." Zhuge Buleang smiled and continued to drink.

He has never heard of Huo Buyun's name, but it doesn't mean that others don't know. For example, a monk not far away whispered, "Huo Buyun is the talent of Jidao Fairy Gate. In recent years, it has been very popular. It is the key object of Jidao Xianmen, and it has the strength to compete with its descendants.

At this time, Huo Buyun did not have a proud expression, but his face was full of iron blue. He wanted to push the other party with momentum, but he didn't expect that he would not do that and joked with his name

Liu Mang carefully pulled Zhuge Buteng's sleeve, but looking at Zhuge Buteng's relaxed expression, he stopped talking.

"I haven't heard of you." Zhuge is not clear.

Huo Buyun took a breath and said, "Do you still remember the heir I taught you killed in Fengqi Mountain? He is my own brother!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone suddenly found that it was for their brother to seek revenge. No wonder they couldn't calm down.

"You killed my own brother. Let's settle this account." Huo Buyun sneered.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, Mo Ximen suddenly said, "I've heard of the man who killed Brother Zhuge in those years. He seems to be surnamed Ma, right? And your surname is Huo. Why did you become your own brother? Hey hey hey, how messy your family relationship is~~~"

"I..." Huo Buyun was extremely angry in his heart, but he was not easy to attack in the face of Mo Ximen. After all, he was the young master of Shujianzhai, and his reputation was above him. And his father is also one of the few masters in the southern region who can't be too empty.

Mo Ximen thought for a moment and said, "Huo Buyun?? I seem to have heard of you. Your father is the owner of Huojiazhuang, right?

"Well... That's right!" Huo Buyun's face was uncertain.

"Your father also has a cousin surnamed Ma, named Ma Lingyun, who is a descendant of a third-rate sect in the southern region?" Mo Ximen asked, as the young master of Shujianzhai, he naturally knows some forces in the southern region.

Huo Buyun didn't say anything this time. He had already guessed what Mo Ximen wanted to say.

"Hahahaha!" Mesimon suddenly laughed: "I see, I see, since your father's cousin's surname is Ma, then I believe that the road is your own brother. This relationship is too messy. Fortunately, I am quick-thinking, otherwise I really can't reason.