Chapter 785: Birthday Banquet

The lights are bright and the soldiers are noisy.

Shenbing Villa is the overlord nearby, how terrifying is it when it moves?

This time Fang Yuan really saw the defense of the villa.

The torches were lifted up one by one, illuminating the entire villa like daytime.

There are no government offices in this world, so there are armors in the Shenbing Villa, and it is the kind of Xuanjia that is forged from refined steel and covers the whole body.

Not only armor, but also crossbow archers one by one, with the Shenbing Building as the center, showing a spreading trend.

When encountering this kind of lineup, if there are any masters to restrain them, even the masters of the first rank, I'm afraid they will be hated!

"snort!"

The gray-robed man snorted coldly, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, as if he was choosing between killing Fang Yuan forcefully, or getting out immediately.

"Nangong Wuwang... Although I don't know why you have acquired martial arts skills, your fate is already doomed to be a 'scabbard'!"

Seeing the figures of masters and soldiers getting closer, the gray-robed man drifted away and then withdrew, but a voice came to Fang Yuan's ears.

"The scabbard? Keeping the knife with people?"

Fang Yuan is not a fool, but with a little bit of gray robe, he understands something.

At this time, the gray-robed man was like an autumn leaf, flying away, before the encirclement closed, he left without touching a leaf.

"Master! The old slave is late, and deserves death!"

In a flash, Uncle Fu had already arrived in front of Fang Yuan, his body overflowing with vigor, and he was obviously a master of the second rank.

Even Nangong Wentian, the owner of Shenbing Villa, is only at the second rank.

It was a bit unbelievable that the second rank recruited the second rank.

"How is this going?"

Fang Yuan showed a dazed look on his face: "I was in the yard just now, but suddenly a gray-robed man came and took me here, and said a lot of strange things. The scabbard is What's the meaning?"

"This person has ulterior motives, and most of what he said is false, so ignore him!"

Uncle Fu shook his head resolutely: "The young master is the owner's heart and soul. Once something happens, even if it's just a little bit of skin damage, the old slave will have to bear the blame!"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt a chill.

Such a groveling second-grade expert is completely determined to act like a dog.

If Nangong asked Tianzheng to be an ordinary second rank, how could he be able to tame this person?

"I'm fine...I want to go back and have a good rest!"

But at this time, he was still playing the image of a dandy, sweating coldly, still in shock.

"Naturally!"

Uncle Fu immediately dismissed the soldiers and personally sent Fang Yuan back to the small courtyard. It seemed that he had made up his mind to guard the whole night.

"It's a bit strange... Nangong Wentian didn't even show up after such a big incident happened. Was he caught up in some trouble?"

Fang Yuan closed the door, thinking strangely.

...

At the same time that there was a huge commotion in the Shenbing Villa.

Inside the cave below.

The blood in the blood pool was replenished at some point, and returned to the previous water level.

A huge black knife in the middle is greedily devouring everything.

Nangong Wentian stretched out his hand to grab the neck of an expert, without any fluctuation on his calm face, he directly cut his veins and let the blood flow into the pool.

Next to it, a small mountain of corpses has been piled up impressively, each of them is a martial artist who died with regret.

"Demon soldiers! Demon soldiers!"

When Nangong Wentian was expressionless and mentioned the last old man, the old man struggled and spat blood from his mouth: "Nangong Wentian... you actually used human blood to support the demon soldiers. I will let you go!"

"Noisy!"

The final whining of the ants did not make Nangong Wentian hesitate at all.

His nails were long and slender, and with just one stroke, the old man's neck was split open, and blood gushed out, making the color of the pool even more vivid.

"According to the ancient book, this demon soldier must swallow the water of the blood pool nine times to be considered a master..."

However, while rejoicing at the rapid progress, Nangong Wentian was a little puzzled: "It took more than ten years before, and the progress was only very small. How come it has been advancing by leaps and bounds since a month ago? But it doesn't matter, just hurry up... Those forces have already Noticed me, and what happened tonight is the proof."

"Soon... soon... I will have my wish, won't I, Shan'er?"

He looked ahead with love in his obsession.

Unfortunately, there is nothing in the void ahead.

On the contrary, in the boiling pool of blood, within the rich crimson, there seems to be a trace of purple mixed in, which is fleeting and absorbed by the giant knife, so it is extremely difficult for outsiders to find out.

...

"Damn it... a mere first-rank martial artist dares to assert my life and death!"

In the courtyard, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, and the aura on his body began to lean towards tyranny: "If I can use a part of my source power, even if it's only 1%, I can crush him like an ant!"

"However, the arrival of this person is a bad omen. I am afraid that the day of the big showdown is coming..."

Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar, the black rune at the end of the specialization also reached the final stage.

It seems that there is only one last stroke left before it can be completely complete.

And the vague premonition also made Fang Yuan know that if this step is completed, the benefits to him will be beyond imagination.

...

sixth day.

The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.

The Shenbing Villa is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there is a lot of traffic in front of the giant gate.

Today is the 50th birthday celebration of Nangong Wentian, the owner of the Shenbing Villa. All the famous figures in the nearby martial arts sects have been invited and come with important gifts. No one dares not to give the local emperor face.

The four Fang Yuan siblings were all wearing brocade robes at this time, welcoming guests in front of the door, each of them smiling so hard that the muscles on their faces stiffened.

"Master Wanli Shenquan Wan is here!"

"The head of the Songhe Sect, Daoist Songhe is here!"

"Ranger Song Zhili, here is a pair of golden peaches. I wish the owner of the villa a blessing like the East China Sea and a longevity like Nanshan!"

...

Accompanied by Fu Bo's high-pitched voice, one by one the martial arts masters entered the Shenbing Villa and sat down in their respective seats.

The most central table was received by Nangong Wentian himself. They were all well-known fighters from the nearby counties, powerful fighters of the third rank.

"Everyone..."

At this time, Nangong Wentian was wearing a robe embroidered with more than a hundred golden characters of "Shou". With his children beside him, he stood up blushing: "Thanks to everyone for not giving up, coming to celebrate my birthday, Nangong Wentian thank you for this, drink first Three cups is not a respect!"

"Don't dare! Don't dare!"

People from all walks of life present raised their wine glasses one after another: "We will drink together!"

After three rounds of drinking, Nangong Wentian continued: "Just in time, taking advantage of today's festive occasion, there is one more thing to announce... I want to wash my hands in a golden basin, and there is no hope of handing over Shenbing Villa to Gouzi!"

As soon as this remark came out, the whole room was silent.

Nan Gongxiu's face suddenly turned cold, the smile froze on her face, and the cup in her hand fell to the ground.

Nangong Qing gritted her teeth.

However, Nangongfu was a little strange, his face was sad and happy, it was hard to describe clearly.

Compared with the three sisters, the guests in the venue immediately talked a lot after experiencing a brief silence.

Although Nangong Wuwang is the only son of Nangong Wentian, who doesn't know that this is Tianzi's No. 1 rich dude, ignorant and inexperienced, and likes extravagance.

Of course, the most important thing is a body full of leaks, an ordinary person.

Can such a person manage the huge family business of Shenbing Villa well?

Fang Yuan was also very surprised.

This Nangong Wentian didn't take an unusual path at all, and he hadn't discussed it with him at all before, and he didn't even reveal the slightest word of mouth.

"Master, do you want to wash your hands in the golden basin?"

Immortal Songhe and Mr. Wan who were seated in the same seat looked at each other in surprise, "This can't be ignored."

According to the rules of the Jianghu, once the ritual of washing hands with the golden basin is really completed, no matter what grievances or grievances you have before, you must let go at one stroke. From then on, you will no longer interfere with the affairs of the Jianghu, and outsiders are not allowed to seek revenge. Once you violate it, you will be disdainful by the entire Jianghu .

At this time, under the witness of so many comrades, it is really a golden basin to wash their hands, that is a nail in the coffin, and there is no way out.

"Naturally!"

Nangong Wentian clapped his hands, and Uncle Fu came forward with a golden basin, apparently well prepared.

"Wait!"

In front of everyone's eyes, when Nangong Wentian was about to reach into the basin, an untimely voice suddenly sounded, intense and high-pitched, full of hatred.

"Nangong Wentian, you have done so many things on your heart, and you want to wash your hands in a golden basin, have you asked us about the righteous way?"

A young knight stood up suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot: "I got the news that the owner of the Shenbing Villa acquired the magic soldiers, hid them in the cellar, and raised them with human blood. Is this true or not? You dare to take us to see it! "

"What? Demon soldiers?"

Daoist Songhe almost jumped up, deeply aware of the power of this weapon.

"Not only that, he likes to sacrifice warriors the most. Tongjia Flying Spear, Fei Laoer, Black and White Ghost... These warriors who disappeared mysteriously were all killed by him!"

Another swordsman stood up, shook out a long list, and immediately unsheathed his long sword: "Today, I will do justice for the sky!"

"What? My Tong Family's Flying Spear Tong Crown is really your murder?"

"What a Nangong Wentian, give back my brother's life!"

"Nangong Wentian, if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be human!"

...

Several warriors stood up, their eyes were red.

The martial arts world is small, and everyone is related to each other. At this time, Nangong Wentian held a birthday party and wiped out all the masters from the nearby counties, and they often have various connections, so they were organized in one fell swoop.

'Um? '

Fang Yuan watched this scene, but suddenly remembered the gray-robed man from last night.

Undoubtedly, only the other party has such strength and scheming, and found evidence to persuade people from various sects and aristocratic families to suddenly attack Nangong Wentian's birthday banquet.

All of a sudden, Yan Yan's birthday banquet, which was originally a joke, suddenly turned into an extremely sinister killing situation!

A lot of evidence was revealed one by one, and finally pointed to the Shenbing Villa, completely revealing the darkest side of this place to the sun.