With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 94 The Undercurrent at the Dinner Party
The dinner was held in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Hua Wanzhao saw a lot of familiar faces in it, most of them were people who had met once or several times during the Xianmen Grand Competition.

But Hua Wanzhao didn't know them well, so she didn't approach them.

More strangers.

Youshi is the right time, and the banquet officially begins.

The so-called dinner party is nothing more than a group of people's diplomacy.

Seeing those people wearing false masks and saying insincere words, Hua Wanzhao's irritability index soared.

"If the little master doesn't like it, go out and get some air."

Glancing at Mu Lin with a smile, Hua Wanzhao took a sip of the spirit wine in his hand, got up and walked out of the banquet hall.

Mu Linxiao took a sip lightly, and watched those young male cultivators go out one by one with cold eyes.

Ning Chenhao looked at the monk who followed Hua Wanzhao out, hesitant to speak.

"Our little master is very vigilant, so you don't need to worry about it."

Ning Chenhao opened his mouth, caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly stood up.

"One or two..."

Not long after Ning Chenhao left, the patriarch of a family of cultivators walked over with his female cultivator.

"Yushi Zhenjun, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect to see you here again."

Mu Linxiao raised his wine glass: "Patriarch Chen."

Patriarch Chen was a little flattered by the name call, apparently he didn't expect Mu Linxiao to be able to identify himself accurately: "I wasn't sure it was you just now, but I was sure after hearing what City Master Feng said. You were not someone who liked to attend such banquets before. "

"I still don't like it now." Mu Lin smiled with a casual smile on his lips.

Patriarch Chen choked up, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back.

"Since you don't like it, why do you still come?" asked the female cultivator next to Patriarch Chen.

"You don't have the right to speak here!" Patriarch Chen shouted, and then smiled at Mulin, "This is my daughter, Zhu'er, and you still don't want to apologize to Zhenjun Yushi!"

As he spoke, he gave her a wink.

The woman surnamed Chen practiced a salute: "This junior is rude."

"Yushi Zhenjun, where is the young monk who was by your side just now?"

Mu Linxiao casually rambled nonsense: "It seems that I saw an acquaintance, and I went to reminisce about the old days. Master Chen wants to ask him for something?"

The female cultivator surnamed Chen blushed slightly: "Back to Zhenjun, this junior went out to practice and was in danger some time ago, and fortunately that senior brother rescued him. It's just that this junior was upset at the time, and I won't have time to thank you in the future, so I want to express my gratitude to my senior brother myself."

What a cliché.

There are quite a few monks paying attention to Mu Linxiao. Seeing that someone has contacted Mu Linxiao, many monks are paying attention.

"Did you hear that, Nephew Ning?"

Ning Chenhao came back at some point, and was standing behind the father and daughter surnamed Chen.

Master Chen seemed to realize Ning Chenhao's identity just now: "Could it be that this is the leader of the foundation-building group of this year's Immortal Gate Grand Competition? What a hero!"

"Senior brother Ning!" The female cultivator surnamed Chen's eyes lit up.

However, she soon saw Hua Wanzhao supported by Ning Chenhao: "Who is she?"

There is no lack of hostility and jealousy among the words.

"Yo, you peach blossom..."

Hua Wanzhao is not very conscious now, and speaks more casually than usual.

Her previous sip of alcohol had a strong aftertaste, and she didn't have much alcohol capacity, so she was slightly drunk now, and someone just helped her slap a few annoying flies in the courtyard.

Putting Hua Wanzhao on the seat, Ning Chenhao stood up with a blank expression on his face: "I have been practicing alone since I went down the mountain, and I have never saved anyone. This fellow Taoist may have misremembered."

There was a faint sneer.

Hua Wanzhao: "Ah, it turned out to be Porcelain."

The laughter grew louder.

The female cultivator surnamed Chen blushed suddenly, not knowing whether she was ashamed or angry.

Patriarch Chen's face turned blue and white.

Even if this is not the case, a senior of his came to say hello with his daughter, even if you don't accept such an obvious thing, you shouldn't expose it so directly, right?
Why is this Ning Chenhao so ignorant.

Several monks brought their beaten juniors, and they wanted to ask for an explanation, but they didn't expect to hear a shocking melon.

One of the monks showed displeasure: "Old Chen, three months ago, it was my family, Jingyang, who saved your daughter in Heifenggang, and even sent a thank you gift."

"No...not that time..."

"Okay, if you say no, then it's not."

The cultivator didn't pursue it, he was just unhappy to hear that Patriarch Chen put his credit on others, and the other party didn't give him a good look, and he also let it go, so there is no need to ask the bottom line.

The father and daughter surnamed Chen left in despair.

"Everyone, this is..." Mu Linxiao seemed to have just seen this huge group of people.

Another monk said: "Yushi Zhenjun, my apprentice saw your disciple alone, and kindly apologized, you see that the apprentice beat you..."

As he spoke, he pushed a young, embarrassed disciple forward.

Mu Lin smiled and glanced at these monks with various juniors: "You all came to me because of the beating of juniors?"

These monks looked at me and I looked at you, nodded at the same time, and said that the attack was too ruthless.

"Do you know the identity of the cultivator your junior wants to strike up a conversation with?"

The monks who accused Hua Wanzhao were suddenly as quiet as chickens.

"Looks like I know..." Mu Lin smiled and stood up unsteadily, "Who gave you the courage to plot against my little master? Huh?"

Although there is no pressure to release, those monks still feel difficult to breathe.

"What's going on here?"

Feng Yuying came with Feng Buzhi.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just want to catch up with Yushi Zhenjun."

"Is the city lord looking for something to do with Zhenjun Yushi? You talk about it."

"My child was too careless. He fell down just now. I have to go back and find some medicine for him."

Following Feng Yuying's arrival, the monks who were almost suffocated by Mu Linxiao quickly led their juniors to scatter.

"Ah--"

Mu Lin laughed with an inexplicable smile: "Have you found someone?"

"Thank you."

Feng Yuying picked up the first empty wine glass on the table, filled it up and clinked it with Mu Linxiao, feeling bored.

Mu Lin smiled, saying nothing.

Only then did Ning Chenhao realize that Mu Linxiao had been covering Feng Yuying just now.

It's hard to say whether Mu Linxiao's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals is good or bad, especially his mouth, which makes people love and hate.As long as he intends, no matter where he is, he must become the focus.

I just don't know what Fengcheng Lord wants to do.

"Hey, it was my nephew who discovered it." Mu Linxiao said without thinking.

"I heard from Bumei that Nephew Ning has a bright future."

Ning Chenhao bit the bullet and drank a cup: "Thanks for the love from senior."

Even if he lives again, he is still not used to drinking, even though he has a good capacity for alcohol.

Fortunately, Feng Yuying didn't stay for too long, and as the host of the banquet, it's not good to just focus on one guest.

Afterwards, the banquet continued without complications.

At the end of the hour, the banquet ended.

(End of this chapter)