Chapter 449 Noble Banquet

Inner City, Imperial Palace.

There are many people, and there are lights and festoons everywhere. The East Palace is located, and a bright red carpet extends from the palace gate to the depths of the palace.

The East Palace, three years ago, was the residence of Nangong Xiaoxiao, the son of the Nine Emperors, but today, it is the residence of Nangong Tianyi, the son of the Great Emperor.

Many people know the tricks in it, but they dare not say anything more.

Now that Nangong Tianyi covered the sky with one hand, no one in the entire imperial dynasty was willing to offend the number one heir of the imperial family.

Where the East Palace is located, the guards are extremely strict, but the Emperor Palace, today's investigation is very random, only those who have invitations can pass, and there are many waiters standing in two rows, forming a passage leading directly to the East Palace.

At the entrance of the imperial palace, there were gorgeous carriages and tall and mighty soul beast mounts, which were extremely eye-catching.

Those who can come here are at least at the level of the King of War. Most of them are monks of the younger generation, but there are also some monks of the older generation.

"Look, isn't that the leader of the Fengmeng Alliance, Shi Can't? He even came. It seems that this so-called noble banquet may become a genius banquet."

"Who said it wasn't? Just now Ning Chuan, Yi Feimo, Chu Yifeng, Ruo Liushang and others all went in. How could Shi Fu not give the emperor face?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Among the eighteen people on the Tianbang, there are two people who don't buy into the Emperor's son."

"You're talking about Chu Qingkuang and Bei Chenfeng, right? Chu Qingkuang was abolished by the Patriarch of the Chu family. He is probably dead. Even if he doesn't die, he has become an ordinary person. At most, he is only Bei Chenfeng."

"Don't tell me, Bei Chenfeng really didn't come, maybe he doesn't even bother to attend this so-called noble banquet."

The crowd talked a lot, and all their eyes fell on a tall young man in a white shirt. The tall young man looked proud, as if he enjoyed the awe-inspiring gaze.

The man's name is Shi Fafao, he is the leader of the Wind Alliance, a master of the Battle Emperor Realm, and he is ranked eighth in the heaven list. Looking at the Battle Soul Academy, he is also one of the best experts, so it is no wonder that he looks proud.

Beside him, stood a young man in golden robe. If Xiao Fan was here, he would naturally recognize that the young man in golden robe was Li Yu's apprentice Li Daoxuan.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the two stepped onto the red carpet and walked into the imperial palace.

As Shi couldn't enter, fewer and fewer people came. The higher the status and the stronger the people, the later they came. Those people from the Dige had already entered the East Palace.

As for Xuangong and Lingdian, the number of people who could be invited by Nangong Tianyi was extremely rare, no more than a hundred.

This so-called aristocratic banquet, in the sense of the eyes, is a genius banquet, and only those with sufficient strength and status can participate.

The East Palace Square is extremely vast, and many young strong men have gathered, and a group of monks are greeting each other and communicating with each other.

On the platform at the front of the square, there is a table, which is the main seat. On both sides of the main seat, there are two rows of tables and chairs. There are eighteen seats on the left and eighteen seats on the right.

At this moment, none of those present dared to take the thirty-six seats.

Under the platform, there are also many tables and chairs, but compared with the thirty-six seats above the platform, they are very different.

Even if the person who arranged the seats didn't think about the distinction between high and low status, people have already set a high or low level for the thirty-six seats at this moment.

The closer to the main seat, the higher the status, or in other words, the stronger the strength.

Everyone knew that apart from the main seat which was for Nangong Tianyi, the other thirty-six seats would definitely be up for grabs.

"Thirty-six seats, my Dali Dynasty should have 18 seats, and the other 18 should be reserved for the strong ones of the Dalong Dynasty. In other words, our Dali Dynasty must compete for these 18 seats. seat."

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that there are hundreds of people coming from the Dragon Emperor Dynasty. They may not all want to sit in the thirty-six seats. This arrangement by the eldest emperor must mean that."

"There is a lot of competition among the heroes. My generation of monks cannot let myself be inferior to others. It seems that this noble banquet is really not as simple as usual."

The crowd all wanted to sit on the thirty-six seats, but no one dared to move at the moment. It was easy to sit on. If they were driven off by then, it would be a shame.

Bang!

Suddenly, the gate of the palace not far from the square opened, and a young man in a white shirt walked out of the palace alone. He was as handsome as jade, handsome and vigorous, exuding a majestic aura, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the square.

"I have seen the great emperor." The crowd saluted one after another, their eyes full of awe.

That's right, the young man in the white shirt is exactly Nangong Tianyi, a figure that most people of his generation can't breathe.

"We have a banquet today. Thank you all for coming here. Tianyi is very grateful. Please take your seat." Nangong Tianyi bowed slightly, his tone neither humble nor overbearing.

"Your Majesty, you are being polite."

"Elder Emperor's son is serious, it's a blessing to be invited."

Many people in the crowd flattered. At the same time, more than a dozen figures flew towards the platform in front of them and landed on a row of seats on the left side of the platform.

What is surprising is that the dozen or so people seemed to have discussed it halfway, and there was no dispute.

The first seat on the left was empty, and the second seated was a young man in white robe. This man had a handsome complexion, extraordinary and refined, exuding the majesty of a superior person invisible.

The young man's name is Ning Chuan, he is a direct descendant of the Ning family, and he is ranked third in the heaven list. The two in front of him are Nangong Tianyi and Chu Qingkuang. The strongest.

Coupled with Ning Chuan's status, no one would compete with him for the second place.

What surprised everyone was, why didn't Ning Chuan take the first seat?

Sitting on Ning Chuan's left is a young man in black robe. This person looks very ordinary, but no one dares to underestimate him, not only because of his identity, but also because of his strength.

The young man in black robe is named Yi Feimo, and he is the fourth highest player in the celestial rankings. On his left is Chu Yifeng, Ruo Liushang, followed by Shi Fufa and others.

These people are all masters of the heaven list, even Jun Luo is among them.

However, the eighteen seats were not filled, there were still three left, besides Nangong Tianyi who had vacated a seat, there was also one from Chu frivolously.

As for the third one, it was a man named Bei Chenfeng, but he never came. Bei Chenfeng was also known as one of the few people who didn't take Nangong Tianyi seriously.

Nangong Tianyi glanced at the fifteen people and nodded slightly, but when he saw that the seventh seat was empty, a sharp look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"There is no one sitting in the first seat? Could it be that Chu Qingkuang is still alive?" Someone in the crowd asked in surprise.

Benedict! Benedict!

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and the crowd looked around, but saw a fat man in a golden robe walking slowly.

The moment they saw the fat man in the golden robe, the pupils of the crowd suddenly shrank, and some even exclaimed: "Is it the Nine Emperors?!"