Nangong Wentian clapped his hands, and Uncle Fu walked forward with a golden basin, obviously he was prepared.

"Slow down!"

Just as Nangong Wentian was about to reach into the basin, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded, violently and loudly, with hatred.

"Nangong Wentian, you have done so many things that you want to wash your hands with Jin Baan. Have you ever asked us these righteous ways?"

A young knight suddenly stood up, his eyes red: "I got the news that the owner of the Divine Soldier Villa had obtained the demon soldiers and hid the cellar in secret, and raised it with human blood. Is this true or false? Do you dare to take us to see it!"

"What? Demon Soldier?"

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

"Not only that, he likes to sacrifice martial artists, Tong's family's flying guns, Fei Lao Er, and the black and white ghosts... These mysteriously disappeared warriors were all poisoned by him!"

Another swordsman stood up, shook the long list, and then unsheathed his sword: "Today, we will do our best to heaven!"

"What? My Tong family's flying gun is really your harsh attack?"

"What a Nangong Wentian, I'll give my brother my life!"

"Nangong Wentian, if you don't kill you today, you will not be a human being!"

...

Several warriors stood up, their eyes flushed.

The martial arts world is already small, and anyone is in contact with each other. At this time, Nangong Wentian celebrated his birthday and caught all the masters from several nearby counties in one go. And they often had a connection between them and they were organized at once.

'Um?'

Fang Yuan looked at this scene and suddenly remembered the man in gray robe last night.

There is no doubt that only the other party has such strength and scheming, and find evidence to convince people from major sects to suddenly attack at Nangong Wentian's birthday party.

For a moment, the birthday party that was originally smiling suddenly turned into an extremely dangerous killing situation!
Chapter completed!