Huo Yun didn't make things difficult for Murong Yinchong, so he opened the door.

The entire Fuyun Villa was filled with banquets, with nearly eighty tables. There was no way. Lu Liang had a very good reputation and many people came uninvited, so Lu Liang could not neglect them.

Amid the laughter, Murong Yinchong responded to the toasts from his friends. Song Wan and the other two wanted to get Murong Yinchong drunk, but as a cultivator, he had a good alcohol tolerance. Song Wan and the other two were drunk, and Murong Yinchong was still as if nothing had happened.

"Boss, why is this kid so good to drink? He has drunk two pounds of white wine and is not drunk yet. This guy is still not a human being." Song Wan stood drunk next to Zhang Yuchen and said dizzyly.

"Just your alcohol content, ten are not enough." Zhang Yuchen said with a smile.

"I don't believe it anymore. Today, Song Wan, I, can even get drunk with that kid." As she said that, Song Wandong held the wine glass and walked towards Murong Yin. The wine in the wine glass spilled out and splashed onto a young man in his early twenties.

"Damn, what are you doing? Don't you have eyes?" The young man stood up and angrily scolded Song Wan.

"That, brother, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Song Wan hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, can the problem be solved? Do you know who am I?" said the young man arrogantly, his arrogant face several times more arrogant than Murong Yinchong.

"Brother, I'm sorry, what else do you want?" Song Wan's stomach surging as soon as he finished speaking.

"Vomit!" He was so terrible that he vomited all the things he had just eaten, making the young man in front of him look all over his face.

The young man's face suddenly turned green and he stared at Song Wan. If it weren't for the appearance of so many people, Song Wan would have been in danger.

"Murong Yinhuan's reputation for my life was actually spitted by you. This naked insult and provocation." Murong Yinhuan's face looked particularly ugly, and the breath of a cultivator exploded instantly.

"Hmm? The first level of the Nascent Soul Stage! This kid seems to be Murong Yinchong's cousin." Zhang Yuchen raised his eyebrows and hurried over.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it." Song Wan suddenly woke up. Looking at Murong Yinhuan, who was spitting out of her face, Song Wan felt funny.

"It's not intentional, it's intentional? You dare to openly insult me ​​on such occasions. I want you to die." Murong Yinhuan, a dignified cultivator, could not withstand this insult. He grabbed Song Wan's clothes, but he had not touched Song Wan's clothes, and he rushed out halfway with one hand, grabbed Murong Yinhuan's wrist, and it was Zhang Yuchen who took action.

"Who are you?" Murong Yinhuan looked at Zhang Yuchen. He was able to take action without him being aware of it. Yinhuan had already realized that Zhang Yuchen was definitely not an ordinary person. Only cultivators had such conditions.

"I am his elder brother. Although he was wrong, he has apologized. If you are taking action, you are wrong. How could I watch you bully my younger brother?" Zhang Yuchen said lightly.

"Hmph, since you are his elder brother, I will even deal with you." Murong Yinhuan tried to break away from Zhang Yuchen's hand, but he found that the more he struggled, the stronger the power in Zhang Yuchen's hand. Zhang Yuchen pinched his wrist. The pain on his wrist changed suddenly.

"You are also a cultivator!" Murong Yinhuan looked at Zhang Yuchen, his eyes full of surprise. He could not even break away from the Nascent Soul stage cultivation, which means that Zhang Yuchen's cultivation is still above him.

"Who are you? There seems to be no disciples from other sects except our Murong family." Murong Yinhuan endured the pain in his wrist and looked at Zhang Yuchen vigilantly.

"You don't have to worry about who I am, but you have to remember that it's not just the only one of you, Murong's family, that you can't afford to provoke many people, and I am one of them." Zhang Yuchen said with a smile. After all, he was Murong Yinchong's cousin, and Zhang Yuchen still needs some face.

"Get out of here, look at me, he vomited his face. If it were you, would you bear it?" Murong Yinhuan roared, immediately attracting the eyes of some guests around him.

"Yuchen, what's going on?" Long Fu Ding Teng hurriedly ran over.

"Hmm? Are you bullying me? " Seeing this, Murong Yinhuan glanced at the people around him. There were several wealthy businessmen in Jiangcheng standing behind Zhang Yuchen.

"Young man, stay at the forefront of being a human being, I want to see you in the future." Long Fu said.

"My Murong family doesn't need to leave a line. You, get down and kowtow to admit your mistake, otherwise this matter will not be over today." Murong Yinhuan pointed to Song Wan's nose and said.

"I have admitted my mistake, what else do you want?" Song Wan said anxiously.

"Kneel down and kowtow to call me dad, and I will bypass you." Murong Yinhuan said.

"You! How could you do this?" Song Wan said anxiously.

"Who told you to spit my face? How insult is this to our Murong family? Do you know?" Murong Yinhuan said.

"I don't know how powerful your Murong family is. In short, I just don't kneel today. My knees, kneel on the sky, kneel on the ground, kneel on the ground, and kneel on the self-righteous people like you." Song Wan said.

"Okay, very good. Wait for me, I will make you regret coming to this world." Murong Yinhuan said with a gloomy face.

"Boss, you have to protect me." Feeling Murong Yinhuan's sharp gaze, Song Wan's heart tightened, hurriedly hid behind Zhang Yuchen and whispered.

"Don't worry, with me here, there will be no problem." Zhang Yuchen comforted.

"Hmph, I want to see how you can protect this kid." After saying that, Murong Yinhuan walked out of Fuyun Villa directly.

"Yuchen, come and drink." Long Fu said with his arms around Zhang Yuchen's shoulder.

"That's right, don't worry about such ignorant people. Let's go and drink." Ding Teng said.

Soon, the guests were much more sparse, leaving only Zhang Yuchen and Long Fu and others drinking. Huo Yun and Murong Yinchong also dealt with all the guests and were preparing to go back to Huo Yun's rental house to spend a wonderful night.

But as soon as Zhang Yuchen walked out of Fuyun Villa, there was no one on the street, and his breath was extremely depressing.

"There is something strange." Ma Yiyi said.

"It seems that a strong man has set up a formation here." Li Yiru said.

"It's a small formation that isolates breath and vision. It seems that the kid should have taken action. Song Wan, are you afraid?" Zhang Yuchen asked.

"I'm not afraid. When I escaped from death with the boss, my life will be the boss. I believe in the boss." Song Wan said.

"Just be afraid, kid, you can come out." Zhang Yuchen shouted to the empty street.

"I'm talking about why I'm so arrogant? It turns out that I have two brushes, the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, I underestimated you." At this time, Murong Yinhuan's figure twisted on the street, becoming clearer and clearer.
Chapter completed!