Three days later, on the day of the Heroes' Banquet, at noon.

"Master Yuan Hui, the elder of Shaolin Temple, is attending the banquet with his disciples!"

"Yu Xingzhou, the great disciple of the Wudang Sect, brought his disciples to the banquet!"

"Sima Luchen, the master of Huiyue Pavilion, brought his disciples to the banquet!"

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Following the announcement outside the gate, the guests who came for the banquet entered the main hall one after another.

There were several people among them. When they saw Xie Xuan sitting at the main table in the hall, they couldn't help but look surprised and immediately walked over to greet him.

Not long after, all the heroes in the hall knew that Xie Xuan, the Confucian swordsman, had also come to the heroes banquet. They all lamented that Leijiabao still had a great reputation, and at the same time they became curious about the identities of the two people sitting at the table with Xie Xuan.

The people sitting at the same table with Xie Xuan were Fang Muye and Lei Hong.

Since that day, Li Hanyi and Zhao Yuzhen went to his yard. After a conversation, Lei Hong sat quietly for several days. The shackles that bound him in his heart were finally removed. He would no longer use the ground as a prison in the future, let alone

What's more, today is a hero's banquet held in Leijiabao, and there are enemies with evil intentions coming, so he naturally has to be present.

As for Tang Lian, Xiao Se, Wu Xin, Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, Ye Ruoyi, Yue Ji and Ming Hou were sitting at the table next to them.

Looking at the glances that came from time to time, Fang Muye smiled helplessly and joked to Xie Xuan, who always maintained an elegant smile: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have sat with Brother Xie."

Xie Xuan smiled and said: "If I had known this, I should have hidden in Qilin Pavilion and drank tea with Brother Fang."

"The Wen family, a well-established and well-known family, came to the banquet."

At this time, there was another announcement outside the door. Upon hearing that name, the heroes in the hall were silent for a moment.

But I saw a handsome young man dressed in purple stepping into the hall, clasping his fists and saying loudly: "The Wen family, a time-honored brand in Lingnan, is Wenliang. Our old man said that the Wen family are all old poisoners. They are afraid of the people at the hero's banquet when they go out to meet guests.

I don’t dare to eat food anymore, so I never went to banquets in previous years. I can’t help it this year. Mr. Hu is hosting the banquet, and the Wen family dare not not come. I am a little poisoner and my poison skills are not sophisticated enough. Please feel free to eat and drink."

The guests in the hall laughed immediately after hearing this.

Fang Muye also found this young man named Wen Liang quite interesting, so he saw him walking towards the main table openly, looked at Lei Hong and said with a smile: "Master Hong, you are finally willing to walk out of your small courtyard."

A few years ago, in order to treat Lei Qianhu's cold poison, he received a lot of help from the Wen family. Lei Hong also met this ghostly child several times.

Lei Hong laughed and cursed: "It's not big or small, why don't you sit down quickly."

"Okay." Wen Liang pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Fang Muye and Xie Xuan with interest: "Master Hong, can you introduce me?"

Lei Hong pointed and said: "This is our Brother Muye, and this is Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan."

Wen Liang cupped his hands and said politely: "My dear Wen Liang, I have met Senior Fang and Senior Confucian Sword Immortal."

Xie Xuan smiled and asked, "Which member of the Wen family is your master?"

Wen Liang replied: "My master warms a pot of wine."

Xie Xuan was startled: "So you are Senior Wen's new disciple in recent years."

Wenhujiu is the current head of the time-honored Wen family. He is a well-known elder in the world. In terms of seniority, he is the same generation as King Li Su of Jianxinzhong and the old man of the Tang clan. Even the five great swordsmen must be respectful when they meet.

Call me "senior" respectfully.

"Old Master Tang of the Tang Sect, along with Tang Sect's foreign masters, Tang Huang, Tang Xuan, and Tang Qisha, are attending the banquet!"

Another loud announcement came from outside the door, and after a while, Lei Qianhu accompanied the four people in with a calm expression.

The leader was a tall, kind-faced old man in black robes. He was the old man of the Tang Sect. He was followed by three middle-aged men in their thirties who were also in black robes. They were from outside the Tang Sect.

Fan Tang Huang, the master of the house, Tang Xuan, the first poison user in the Tang sect, and Tang Qisha, the successor of the Tang sect's Tianga Gloves.

For a moment, the entire hall was silent, and all eyes were fixed on the world-famous Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang walked slowly with a faint smile on his face. When he passed the table in the Shaolin Temple, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Master Yuanhui."

Master Yuan Hui, who is an elder in the Shaolin Temple and has a very senior position, is still a head shorter than Mr. Tang. He hurriedly and respectfully returned the greeting: "Amitabha, Mr. Tang has not seen him for many years, and he is still so energetic."

"Thank you, Master Tuo." Mr. Tang didn't say much. He walked a few steps and sat down on the main table. He looked at Xie Xuan with a smile and said, "The Confucian Sword Immortal is here too."

Tang Huang, Tang Xuan, and Tang Qisha also looked at Xie Xuan, but their eyes were dim and uncertain.

Xie Xuan clasped his fists and smiled elegantly: "Mr. Tang, long time no see."

Mrs. Tang nodded, his eyes looking casually as he glanced at Fang Muye and Wen Liang, as well as Tang Lian on the table next to him.

Tang Lian took a deep breath, stood up, walked over, and respectfully leaned over and said, "Old Master."

Mr. Tang glanced at Tang Lian meaningfully and said calmly, "Since you are here, let's have a good banquet. There is no need to say anything else."

Tang Lian leaned over and stepped back without saying another word.

Mr. Tang looked at Lei Qianhu, who was sitting on the main seat, and said with a smile: "Qianhu, it's almost time, and the guests have been waiting for a long time, so we might as well start the banquet."

Lei Qianhu shook his head: "Old man, wait a moment, there is still one person who is not here."

Mrs. Tang had a curious look on his face: "Who?"

At this moment, a high-pitched and clear crane call came, and everyone followed the sound and looked outside, only to see a white crane descending from the sky and landing in front of the main hall. On the back of the white crane stood a middle-aged man in gray robe with a majestic appearance.

But the right arm is empty.

"He's here." Lei Qianhu laughed.

But I saw the man in gray robe jumped off the crane's back, walked into the hall proudly, and said loudly: "Everyone, I'm sorry, Lei Yunhe came back late."

With that said, he walked to the empty seat at the main table and sat down.

Lei Qianhu nodded towards Lei Tianhen, who immediately shouted loudly: "Let's have a banquet!"

All of a sudden, the hall became even more lively, with cups and glasses exchanged among the heroes chatting happily over the wine.

I just don’t know if it’s an illusion, but everyone always feels that although the people from Leijiabao and Tangmen are smiling all the time, they seem to be worried. Even though Lei Wujie, a disciple of Leimen, is in each

The young disciples from various sects came out on top in the martial arts competition, and the people in Leijiabao did not seem to have lost their hidden dignity.

The heroes couldn't help but speculate in their hearts: Something must have happened between Leimen and Tangmen.
Chapter completed!