Supreme Martial God of the City

Chapter 1503: Chapter 1371: Arranged This Way

"Ye Tian, the position of that little girl Qingcheng has been confirmed by us, the Nine Heavens Goddess, so rest assured, you don’t have to worry."

Suddenly, the Nine Heavens Goddess spoke.

"Really?"

Ye Tian was overjoyed, this is great.

No need to hold back anymore.

Before Qingcheng’s position was confirmed, he was afraid to act, fearing to alert the enemy.

Now, it’s confirmed, with the Goddess locking Qingcheng’s position, even if an action is taken, even if this ridiculous wedding is overturned early, it doesn’t matter.

Unable to restrain himself, Ye Tian picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one go.

At the same time.

Fu Yan had already walked to the front of Ye Tian’s table.

"Hehe... What’s wrong? Why is everyone pulling a long face, aren’t you guys welcoming this young master?"

Fu Yan spoke, his figure was tall, especially burly, especially the muscles on his arms, like rocky blocks, his voice also quite thunderous.

Even though Fu Yan didn’t deliberately release his aura, yet Ling Heng and Ling Zhi were almost suffocated.

"Young Master Yangshan is... is... joking, welcome, of course, you are welcome."

Ling Heng stammered, fortunately, he managed to finish a complete sentence.

"Won’t you give up a seat?"

Fu Yan glanced at Ling Zhi and shouted.

Ling Zhi’s mind went blank.

Just with Fu Yan’s sound aura slightly attacking and oppressing a bit, he almost had his Divine Soul shatter in his mind!!!

His eardrums felt like they were about to burst.

Boundless fear surged in his heart.

Ling Zhi quickly moved aside.

Because he was too afraid, his feet weakened, as soon as he gave up the seat, he actually fell to the ground, clearly visible, his legs were trembling.

"Hahahahaha..."

Such a scene, once again caused the entire Great Hall to burst into laughter, it was too amusing.

"Boom!"

Fu Yan sat on the seat originally belonging to Ling Zhi and said to Ling Heng beside him: "Pour the wine!"

"Yesyesyes..."

Ling Heng hurriedly poured wine for Fu Yan.

Fu Yan’s gaze fell on Spirit Butterfly.

Looking her up and down, full of desire.

Not disguising it at all.

"This must be the Qing Yan Clan’s Holy Daughter Spirit Butterfly, indeed, your name is well-known."

Fu Yan chuckled: "Come, Spirit Butterfly, this young master will accompany you for a drink!"

"Spirit... Spirit Butterfly doesn’t... can’t drink alcohol."

Spirit Butterfly’s face had long turned pale, without a touch of blood, her heart gripped with fear.

"Young Master Yangshan, in a while, the girl might have to go on stage to perform a dance, indeed... indeed... indeed can’t drink alcohol."

Ling Heng hurriedly spoke up, ending the conversation for his daughter, regardless of anything else, directly bringing out the Demon Spring Clan.

He said Spirit Butterfly would perform a dance later, which was for the Demon Spring Saint Son’s wedding.

Therefore, she can’t drink.

If Young Master Yangshan forces it, then that would be disrespecting the Demon Spring Clan and the Demon Spring Saint Son.

"Is that so?"

Fu Yan chuckled, surprisingly raised his eyes, shouting towards a steward from the Demon Spring Clan who was arranging things in the distance: "Steward Mo Tong, if this young master had a few drinks with Spirit Butterfly, would it affect her later performance at the wedding?"

This was the confidence carried by Fu Yan’s identity and strength.

Really arrogant.

Change to another person, dare not ask this way.

"Hahaha, of course not."

The steward Mo Tong, without even hesitating, gave this face, after all, in the view of him and the Demon Spring Clan, Spirit Butterfly’s dance was just a small matter, indeed, dancing or not dancing did not matter, why disturb Fu Yan’s mood over such a small thing?

The Yangshan Clan was still really strong, the Demon Spring Clan also needed the Yangshan Clan as an ally.

The Great Hall, many slightly inhaled a cold breath.

Looking towards Fu Yan, their gaze became more respectful and awe-stricken.

Even the Demon Spring Clan gave face to the Young Master Yangshan, truly terrifying!!!

Extremely terrifying!

"Hahaha... Brother Fu Yan is in high spirits, drink more, after this Saint Son’s wedding ends, we two brothers can gather alone."

At this moment, when everyone was shocked and stunned by Fu Yan’s commanding presence, suddenly, in the Great Hall, another voice arose.

It was the Demon Spring Saint Son Mo Li.

My heavens!

In an instant.

The entire Great Hall became silent...

Even the Demon Spring Saint Son Mo Li spoke?????

Moreover, calling Fu Yan brother.

Are they personally close?

Gulp.

Gulp.

...

Many couldn’t help but swallow their saliva, some were frightened.

Ling Heng was almost driven to despair about to faint.

As for Ling Zhi who was prostrate on the ground, trembling even more fiercely, nearly crawling.

"Hahaha, naturally."

Fu Yan laughed loudly, then picked up the wine glass, and said to Spirit Butterfly: "Now, Spirit Butterfly doesn’t have any concerns, come, accompany this young master for a drink, if Spirit Butterfly is afraid of being drunk and dizzy, you can come beside this young master to drink, if drunk, you can lean on my shoulder, isn’t that wonderful? Hahahaha..."

Once these words were spoken.

"Hahahahaha..."

Inside the Great Hall, yet again came a burst of laughter and teasing.

Spirit Butterfly was already so scared that her mind was a blank, under the boundless fear, she instinctively wanted to pick up the wine glass, not... do not... dare not refuse Fu Yan’s offer, like a walking dead wanting to raise the glass to drink.

But at this moment.

When Spirit Butterfly’s hand just picked up the wine glass for a moment.

Ye Tian abruptly raised his hand, unexpectedly grabbing Spirit Butterfly’s small hand, also grabbing the wine glass.

Stopping it.

Suddenly stopped it!!!!!!

In an instant.

The entire venue silent. Dumbfounded.

What the heck.

What’s going on?

Even Fu Yan was a bit stunned.

"Does Young Master Yangshan have a mother, or not?"

Then, Ye Tian looked at Fu Yan sitting opposite, smiling as he asked.

Without waiting for Fu Yan to answer.

Ye Tian smiled again and said: "I think, there is one, how about Young Master Yangshan goes back now and brings your mother over, this young master wants your mother to drink with me, uh, if your mother can’t hold her liquor, gets drunk, my shoulder would also be available for her to lean on."

Ye Tian spoke out.

The atmosphere in the Great Hall, you can imagine...

Utterly frozen.

Originally those drinking, savoring, watching the fun guests, at this moment, their wine glasses paused, gaze paused, breathing paused, thoughts paused, everything paused.

Look at Ling Heng, his honorable Emperor Level existence, actually trembling uncontrollably, frightened, his mind and heart almost collapsing.

"Oh?!"

Even the Demon Spring Saint Son Mo Li, who hadn’t yet entered the Great Hall, but was constantly paying attention to everything inside the hall, exclaimed in surprise.

"Die!"

Next moment, the Young Clan Leader Yangshan’s Fu Yan’s face twisted crazily, Evil Qi erupted, Murderous Intent roared, suddenly stood up, that huge fist, like a small purple-black mountain, smashing towards Ye Tian.

Quite quite terrifying fist, while smashing out the fist pierced three layers of space consecutively, Real Space, Void, True Space, all were torn, that Fist Seal seemed simple yet carried alarming power.

The Yangshan Clan originally excelled in strength, what more of the Young Clan Leader Fu Yan?

One punch out, its pure power wave, fundamentally no less than an ordinary Emperor Level power.

Almost reached the level of 100 billion.

Just the leaking of fist wave and power edge, caused Spirit Butterfly next to Ye Tian to almost suffocate, faint, pressured the entire Great Hall into buzzing, eliciting all present’s awe-stricken gazes.

Then look at Ye Tian.

Unexpectedly, still sitting there.

Indeed, this human brat didn’t even have the qualification to dodge, probably locked by Fu Yan’s Fist Seal, couldn’t even move right?

After all, just a small Ruins Master Realm, still a human Ruins Master Realm.

Serves him right!

Who not to provoke, provoke Young Master Yangshan, this is no longer boldness, but seeking the simplest and most direct death method in human world. Seeing that, Fu Yan’s Fist Seal already reached Ye Tian’s front, in front of Ye Tian’s head.

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