When Hong Zhilan heard this, her eyebrows frowned slightly and pouted her mouth, feeling a hundred reluctant in her heart. She muttered a few words in a low voice. Her slender hand lifted the wine pot and poured wine for the elders one by one, but when she met a person of her peers, she also poured a glass of it.

When it was his turn to pour wine for Feng Shuang, he poured it carefully, and Feng nodded as a thank you.

The fragrant wind blew, making people feel drunk. Hong Meng picked up the wine glass, smiled on the corner of his mouth, and quietly waited for Hong Zhilan to arrive.

However, after waiting for a long time, Hong Zhilan poured wine for him, Hong Meng was full of suspicion and turned his head to look at him. He saw that Hong Zhilan had already walked to Uncle Tong's place, and he completely ignored it.

Seeing this, Hong Meng smiled bitterly, not understanding what Hong Zhilan was thinking, and she had no grudges and no grudges, so why did she ignore the living person? However, Hong Meng didn't care if she went there, but just threw down the wine glass in disappointment and smiled at Hong Zhilan.

The Feng family naturally saw that Hong Zhilan did not pour wine for Hong Meng. When they saw Hong Meng's disregard for her, they nodded slightly. A little admiration appeared on their thin face. They turned their heads and said softly: "Don't care, so as not to cause trouble again. The leader of the clan cannot hold on to his face."

After listening to the mother's whisper, Hong Meng nodded heavily, then quietly picked up the teapot, and when everyone was raising their eyes on Uncle Tong, they had to swallow it in one bite.

"Amun, why did you pour tea into your wine glass just now? Can't you even be able to resist this amount of alcohol?"

Hong Cangtian in the distance suddenly said, as if he had seen the whole process, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, like a great elder, full of conspiracy and cunning.

"Uh--I can't bear to drink, this--" Hong Meng was speechless. How could Hong Cangtian be so concerned about his actions? Hearing that tone, it seemed like he was questioning.

"Well? Amon, this is your fault. I'll give you a good wine and I'll waste it in vain! No, I'll have three glasses of wine. I won't drink it!"

When Hong Zheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows, held the wine glass with one hand, and pointed at the wine in the glass with the other hand. He said with a harshness in his words, and he must have Hong Meng have three more cups. After that, he waved his hand and asked Hong Zhilan to pour wine again.

"I won't go!" Hong Zhilan saw Hong Zheng calling her again, and she became angry. Her eyes looked angry, pouted, turned her back to Hong Zheng.

"How did you learn to be stubborn? Go quickly, otherwise you will be sentenced to confinement!" Hong Zheng angrily threw the wine glass on the table, and instantly the wine spilled the table. He stared at his eyes, trying to order Hong Zhilan with the majesty of the clan leader, but he touched Hong Zhilan's back.

"Alan is here, they are all from the same generation. What's wrong with it? If you are stubborn, your mother will be angry." On the side, Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Hong Zheng, persuaded, poking Hong Zhilan's waist with her hand.

"That waste is not worth my drink for him!"

The harsh words immediately echoed throughout the banquet. Hong Zhilan is worthy of being Hong Zheng's daughter, and she is not even afraid of her. It is really embarrassing.

Some of the better-in-class disciples, such as Hong Ming, Hong Yuner and others, were also at the banquet, but they were a little far from Hong Meng's seat. When Hong Ming heard something happened to Hong Meng, he immediately ran to him and grabbed a person serving the food to inquire about the situation.

"The boy is not talented, so he is willing to pour wine for his uncle and aunt."

Hong Ming heard the words of the food serving, and Hong Zhilan refused to pour wine during the meal, so she started arguing with the patriarch, which alarmed everyone at the banquet. Hong Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this. This was an excellent opportunity and must not be let go. He immediately ran to the patriarch, bowed, and said sincerely.

"Yes. OK." Hong Zheng was reluctant to let someone come forward to pour wine for Hong Zhilan, and immediately waved his hand and suggested that Hong Ming go to pour wine.

"Hong Meng is punished with three glasses, so you can pour wine for him."

As soon as Hong Wuming picked up the wine pot, he heard the sound of Hong Zheng behind him and was stunned. He didn't expect that he was pouring wine for his opponent. This was a very shameful thing!…,

After hesitating for a while, Hong Wuming had been silent for a long time, slowly came to Hong Wuming, bowed slightly, lifted the wine pot, and filled a glass into the wine glass.

When Hong Meng saw this person, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to eat him alive. Hong Ming, this guy, framed Hong Meng several times, and was almost killed by him last time. Now Hong Meng's anger has not yet subsided. How could he allow this guy to live a peaceful and stable life?

"Hong Ming, can you dare to fight?"

Hong Meng turned around and whispered, afraid that his mother Feng Shuang would hear it. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her face showed anger. Then she raised her eyelids slightly, waiting for Hong Ming's answer.

"What's not to dare?"

Seeing Hong Meng drink a glass, when he bowed to pour wine again, Hong Wuming had just half-cold, his lips slightly raised, and a heavy disdainful look, and a cold snorted from his nose.

"Calculate the new and old accounts together!"

Hong Meng's three cups had passed. When Hong Mingming was about to leave, he yelled lightly, his eyes flashed with cold light, waiting for that moment to come.

When it was late at night, I saw the banquet in a mess, and everyone was chatting and laughing happily. First, Feng Shuang returned, and second, Hong Tong had a wife. It was really a happy time to be happy, and it was impossible not to drink a few more drinks.

Everyone slowly dispersed, and Hong Meng sent his mother to his new residence. He saw that the courtyard there was not small, about fifteen meters in radius, and the room was exquisitely arranged. Although it was not rich and gorgeous, it was simple and close to people.

"It's okay here, mom, you live here first, and I'll move here tomorrow."

"Well, okay. Why didn't that girl pour you wine for the matter tonight? Could it be that you two had a holiday?" Feng agreed, and then raised the long-standing question.

"She was self-inflicted. She was disrespectful in front of her father's grave, and later she looked down upon me. I had never done anything extraordinary to her, even if I didn't blame her. If it weren't for the patriarch's face, I would have fought with her long ago."

Hong Meng remembered the past and told it in a leisurely manner, sighing in his heart that Hong Zhilan's current strength might be far above him. If he really fought, Hong Meng might not be able to withstand it.

"Hey, although it's good here, you have to consider many issues after all, and be careful in everything. However, if you don't care, don't care. Although you are recognized now, Hong Zhilan has Hong Zheng's support after all. If you can bear it, you will endure it!"

Feng Shuang frowned slightly, pondering about the things at the banquet, and explaining Hong Meng, don’t make more trouble.

Hong Meng and Feng Shuang chatted for a few more times, then left the courtyard and walked towards the courtyard where they were. From a distance, there was a person waiting there at the entrance of the courtyard.

The man was Hong Wuming. He got off the banquet and his lungs were irritated and shouted, as if he was crazy. No matter how others dissuaded him, he didn't listen, just lowered his head and sneered.

The two of them walked silently three steps apart. No one wanted to say anything more. They just wanted to arrive at the martial arts hall as soon as possible, which was the place for martial arts competitions in the family.

Standing on the high martial arts stage, the cold wind was flying, Hong Meng was full of energy, feeling the coldness, staring at the enemy Hong Wuming, and shouting sternly: "Hong Wuming, how long do you want to hide it at this time? I'll ask you, the medicinal materials from the Great Elder's house, but have you taken it?"

The stern voice echoed on the empty martial arts stage for a long time. The darkness of the late night added to the terrifying atmosphere, indicating that a war was coming.

"Hahaha, it's really funny, it's not bad. The medicinal herbs have indeed been taken by me, but your actions at that time were desperate at that time, how ridiculous!"

Hong Wuming laughed loudly, then clenched his fists and stared at Hong Meng fiercely. The former waste, the former servant, has now crawled over to his head. How could Hong Wuming not be angry?

"It's really you! You should have thought of it for a long time! But next, let you crawl away!" Hong Meng shouted angrily, it turned out that everything was in their hands, but he was punished in a confused manner...

The vitality suddenly surged like a bulging balloon, covering the entire martial arts stage, giving off a terrifying aura. The fierce golden wind was roaring, like a trumpet during a war, inspiring people.

"break**!"

His own vitality has surged. Since he absorbed five first-grade medicinal materials, the vitality in Hongmeng's dantian is more abundant than before. At this time, he is mobilizing the true energy of breaking the ** to start a showdown of revenge and relieving hatred.

The fist was clenched, and every knuckle was shining, and a stream of wood-like energy was overflowing. It was a continuous gathering of power. As long as Hong Meng reached the limit of tolerance, it could explode directly and kill the general.

"Break **? Could it be that if you have the skills, you will be able to do it? Did you take out your money as soon as you start?"

Hong Ming asked questions all the time, as if he was very familiar with Po**, but he also looked extremely despised by Hong Meng. He twisted his neck coldly, causing the Kabakaba to ring on his neck. Then his hands contained tension and slowly clenched, and another Kabakaba sound was heard.

The golden mysterious energy was roaring, wandering outside Hong Ming's body, repeatedly looking for the target.

The two kinds of vital energy fight in the air. This is not the real duel between the two, but the instinctive collision of the golden and wood-attribute vital energy. As soon as the golden and wood-attribute vital energy came out, Hong Meng's wood-attribute vital energy suddenly faded a lot, as if he was afraid of the golden and mysterious energy.

"Is this the difference in realm?" Hong Meng was puzzled. His cultivation of the fifth root energy was already strong enough, but when he saw the golden mysterious energy of Hong Ming's guy, he retreated and lost his proud momentum. When the vital energy and mysterious energy were fighting, wouldn't he ask for trouble?

However, what Hong Meng didn't understand even more was how many medicinal materials this guy swallowed before reaching the realm of mysterious energy. But he swallowed five medicinal materials in succession, but his own cultivation was not moving, which really made Hong Meng speechless.

"Hahaha, your vitality, when you see my mysterious energy, you will naturally retreat. How can you fight against me so cowardly?"

Hong Ming laughed loudly, as if at this moment, he was already a winner and possessed the supreme glory.
Chapter completed!