As the sun sets, the main hall of the Cangluo Sect is still bustling with people.

Above the main hall, there are long rows of wine couches on both sides of the head's seat, extending all the way to the gate. Each row is hundreds of meters long.

The long wine couch was now filled with monks of all kinds, most of whom were elders and powerful figures in the Cangluo Sect. Only the twenty wine couches closest to the leader's seat sat on the wine couch. outsider.

These people are the twenty final winners of this Yunlong Mountain Competition. After the banquet, they will go to Cangzhou City to participate in the Cangzhou Competition.

However, among these twenty people, nineteen people came closely at this moment, and the wine couch closest to the Cangluo Sect leader's seat was empty at the moment.

This seat is definitely the best one besides the leader's seat. It can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people.

However, no matter how good this position is, no one is greedy at this moment. The nineteen champions are all sitting in their own positions honestly at this moment, and no one dares to have any unreasonable thoughts about that seat.

They all know that this position belongs to one person, and he has also obtained a quota in the Cangzhou Competition, but that person's power is simply not comparable to those of them.

But they don't dare to be greedy, but that doesn't mean others don't.

At this time, a young man with a face full of arrogance said disdainfully: "That Chen Feng has such a big air, so many of us have to wait for him to come before we can start the dinner. What is the reason for this?"

The young man obviously wanted everyone to hear it deliberately, and he actually used his true energy at this moment.

For a moment, these words rang in everyone's ears, causing many monks who were chatting noisily to fall silent. Everyone looked at the young man who spoke.

"Hahaha, this is my nephew. I am a little kid who is not sensible. Please forgive me, Taoist friends," an old man beside the young man explained hurriedly. Although he expressed his apology in his words, his old eyes also revealed that With a little playfulness.

Judging from the aura of this old man, he is obviously a strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"It's not a crime for those who don't know. Qingkong has just returned. It's not his fault that he doesn't know Chen Feng's reputation," the current head Yang Long said with a smile. Quan thought he was just a child who didn't know the importance of things.

However, the next moment, Yang Long's face suddenly turned cold, just because the young man said something again.

"That loser who just defeated Kurai Kaede is so powerful. If I take action, let alone Kurai Kaede, even if you are the leader, you are no match for me."

The young man's words were very arrogant, and sounded very arrogant to everyone.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly turned cold.

All the people in the Cangluo Sect looked at the young man and the elders beside him with dissatisfaction.

"Luo Bo, take care of your nephew and don't let him talk nonsense."

"Yeah, don't think that defeating a bullshit Master outside is a big deal. If he wasn't still a child, I would definitely teach him a lesson,"

For a moment, several masters of the late Nascent Soul stage of the Cangluo sect stood up one by one and angrily condemned.

"Hehehe, as the saying goes, he who doesn't know is not guilty. Qingkong's wise nephew is young and frivolous, so he should be unconvinced. Besides, Qingkong and Luo Bo were not in the sect not long ago, so they probably don't know how powerful Chen Feng is, so I won't mention it here. "Everyone, please wait for another quarter of an hour. If Chen Feng still doesn't show up, we will start the banquet first." Yang Long, as the leader, was very kind and could not see any strange emotions.

That's right. At Yang Long's age and with a strong mind, how could he care about the arrogance of a yellow-haired boy?

However, Yang Long wanted to suppress this episode, but Na Qingkong refused to give up.

"Master, what you said is wrong. Although I am not very prominent in Master's sect, compared to the young people in Yunlong Mountains, I am naturally much stronger. You all say that Chen Feng is the younger generation in Yunlong Mountains. The strongest, but I am not convinced," Qingkong said loudly, his tone as arrogant as he wanted to be: "As long as Chen Feng dares to show up, see if I don't beat him until he kneels down and calls him grandpa."

"boom,,"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table was angry. Many strong men from the old Cangluo sect rolled up their sleeves and looked like they were about to fight.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Yang Long's face, but he quickly hid it.

"Everyone, please be patient. Master Qingkong has learned from Master Lingkong, and his cultivation level is naturally not weak. If it were normal, when Chen Feng comes, we can let him compete with the nephew Qingkong, but today is the day when the Cangzhou Competition begins. , it is indeed not appropriate to use force." After saying that, Yang Long waved his hand and said kindly: "The tiger bone wine of my Cangluo sect is very mellow, I will drink a few more glasses when it is empty."

Seeing Yang Long speak like this, Qing Kong's face became even more proud: "The leader is wrong, then Chen Feng is just asking for trouble by sparring with me. However, this tiger bone wine smells quite fragrant. I’ll just taste it first,”

As he said that, without waiting for the others to react, he picked up the wine bottle, directly connected his mouth to the spout and started drinking.

Yang Long's face was very ugly, so Qingkong could just refute what he said, but he had just made it clear that he would not leave the table for the time being, but Qingkong actually started drinking without hesitation, simply not taking him seriously.

Yang Long looked sharply at Luo Bo who was beside him, signaling him to discipline his nephew.

But Na Luobo didn't seem to see Yang Long's gaze, he just sat on the futon and closed his eyes to rest.

"It's really a good wine, haha, such a good wine, how can I not drink it to the fullest?" He drank the wine in the pot in one breath, and then took a sip with the palm of his hand towards a wine couch next to him. Suddenly, the wine couch He took the wine jug on the table in one fell swoop, and then without looking at the owner of the wine couch, he raised the wine jug and drank again.

"That's unreasonable. You're so arrogant." The person sitting on the wine couch was none other than Yang Gang, the nephew of the head of the family, Yang Long.

Yang Gang is the law enforcement elder of the Cangluo Sect. He is born with a bad temper, and his empty behavior immediately angered him.

I saw him slap the wine couch, and the powerful force immediately smashed the wine couch into pieces. With the power of this slap, Yang Gang stood up suddenly and strode to the empty position, wanting to teach this man a lesson. A arrogant young man.

Yang Gang walked quickly, and with every step he took, the aura on his body erupted like a volcano. When he walked in front of Qing Kong, Yang Gang's aura had reached its peak, the late Nascent Soul stage.

However, Qingqing didn't even look at Yang Gang, and continued to drink the tiger bone wine from the pot.

Yang Gang looked at Qingkong coldly, the fire in his eyes surged, but he still didn't make a move.

After all, he was Qing Kong's elder, and he was unwilling to bully others. Therefore, he just used his momentum to the limit, hoping to use his momentum to make Qing Kong succumb.

However, Qing Kong still felt extremely relaxed under the masculine aura, as if he didn't feel any aura at all.

Soon, another pot of tiger bone wine was finished. He emptied it and reached out again to drink the wine pot from the next table.

"You're so arrogant, I'm going to punish you today even though I'm trying to bully you," Yang Gang couldn't bear it any longer, he couldn't help but yelled, and suddenly reached out to grab the wine bottle that had been sucked towards him.

The masculine power was so great that when he squeezed the wine bottle, it was suddenly rolled into a roll, and the wine inside flowed out like a fountain, hissing out.

"How dare you interrupt my drinking," Qingqing frowned and looked at Yang Gang with displeasure.

"I'm going to give you a beating if I bother you to drink," Yang Gang was unhappy with him, and his temper finally broke out, and he slapped Qing Qing's face with his hand.

Yang Long saw it in his eyes, but he didn't stop him at all. This Qing Kong was really too arrogant, so it would be a good idea to give Yang Gang a lesson.

He wanted everyone present to see that even if he were the leader of the Cangluo Sect, he would still not be bullied.

Yang Long didn't interfere, and surprisingly, Qing Kong's uncle Luo Bo didn't mean to interfere either.

He sat on his own, looking at Yang Gang's big hand fanning Qingkong with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Haha, you're a loser who deserves to hit me," Qingkong looked disdainfully at Yang Gang's palm, raised his left hand, and instantly pinched Yang Gang's wrist.

"You are already in your forties, but you are still in the late Nascent Soul stage. The Yunlong Mountains are full of waste," as soon as he finished speaking, his free hand grabbed the masculine wrist like lightning.

The next moment, there was just a "click" sound, and the masculine wrist fell down softly.

This emptying actually crushed the masculine bones very casually.

"So powerful." Yang Gang looked at Qing Kong in front of him in disbelief, but his other hand kept hitting Qing Kong even more fiercely.

"It's just an ant, but it still wants to change the world,"

With a "pop" sound, the masculine body flew out suddenly, breaking a pillar as thick as a bucket in the main hall.

Yang Gang gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and looked at the man in front of him with a ferocious expression. On his face was a blood-red palm print, which was given by the young man in front of him who was more than ten years younger than him.

"Young master, I have broken through the shackles of the Nascent Soul a few days ago and entered the out-of-body stage in one fell swoop. How can you, ants in the Nascent Soul stage, be worthy of fighting with me," he said, leaving his seat and dodging. He appeared on the seat that originally belonged to Chen Feng and sat down calmly.

"I want this position. If Chen Feng refuses to accept it, I will break his legs and feed them to the dogs," he shouted arrogantly as he tapped the wine table with his empty fingers.

"Really? Then you give it a try." At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the main hall of the Cangluo Sect.
Chapter completed!