"Dear guests, please sit in the Hall of Heroes."

The King of Yan's heart was kind and pleasant.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all understood that today's royal palace dinner was about to begin.

"Please..."

The butler began to arrange seats for the distinguished guests in the side hall.

Yang Fan and Yuwen Xin entered the Qunying Hall together and found that more than 90% of the seats in the originally empty hall were already full, and the remaining empty seats were relatively good in front.

When these distinguished guests walked in one by one, the hall suddenly became silent, and the eyes of hundreds of people fell on them.

Among them, Yuwen Xin is the most popular object. His jade face, which looks like a beautiful porcelain on earth and his delicate but quiet and sensible beauty have conquered all the mortals on the field.

"Miss, Yaoshi Yang, please sit here."

The old butler smiled happily and arranged it together for Yang Fan and Yu Wen Xin, which is the seat on the side of the throne at the top of the hall.

This is second only to the King of Yan, which shows Yuwen Lie's importance to Yang Fan.

Obviously, Yuwen Xin and Yang Fan are the protagonists of today's banquet. The former is the first to recover from a serious illness, while the latter is the target of King Yan's recruitment.

Yang Fan calmly sat down and felt the gaze of hundreds of people on the field, but his face was calm. He looked at Yuwen Xin and found that the woman was not at all panic. She sat quietly, as elegant as before, and smiled slightly at Yang Fan.

"Did Miss Yuwen often attend such banquets before?"

Yang Fan asked with a smile, in the huge Hall of Heroes, there were only a few people he knew about, but Yu Wen Xin was the only one beside him.

"I rarely participate because I have been weak since I was a child." Yu Wen Xin whispered, his eyes unintentionally moving in a certain direction, and he dodged a little.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sense of emotion, and felt a gaze like an ice sword falling on him.

I saw a young man with an ordinary face in a corner of the hall, wearing a snow-white dress and carrying an ancient sword, and glanced at him coldly.

Unparalleled?

Yang Fan did not expect that he would cause this person's idea. From the attitudes of the people in the hall and the Yan Wang Yuwen Lie just now, it can be seen that this person seemed very difficult to deal with.

Wushuang just looked at him indifferently, and his eyes fell on Yuwen Xin's pretty face again, making him much gentler.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan was a little surprised and realized the unusual relationship between the two.

He was also very strange. How did Yuwen Xin know Wushuang without leaving home?

What unknown stories are there during this period?

Thinking of this, Yang Fan became interested again: whether it was Yuwen Xin’s “Nine Sutra Profound Vein” or the unparalleled cultivation path, he could not understand.

In less than a while, the guests in the side hall took their seats one after another. The huge hero hall was basically full, with only a few empty seats left.

"Hehe, Yaoshi Yang..."

Just then, a familiar voice came.

"Little Princess?"

Yang Fan looked back and found that the little princess was sitting on the bottom of him, grimaced at him, and stuck out her tongue.

Logically speaking, the little princess is one of the owners of the royal palace and has a good status. Her seat should be closer to the Yan Wang Yuwen Lie.

However, this banquet was arranged in front of the little princess.

These details are naturally not hidden from the people present, and many of them are talking about Yang Fan's identity in private.

"Is this person the miracle doctor who cured the second princess' illness?"

"It's probably true. I've been in Kyoto for so many years and have never seen him."

"But this miracle doctor is too young..."

He is so young, is he really the legendary pharmacist who has cured the second princess?

Everyone on the field was still a little doubtful and shocked.

"Huh? Doctor Lu is here too!"

"Doctor Lu, the three major doctors in Kyoto, is here!"

Someone shouted softly.

Immediately, the existence of Doctor Lu attracted the attention of many people.

"I remember that the divine doctor Lu seemed to have a bad relationship with the King of Yan, so why did he come to the royal palace?"

"Does he also want to see the miracle doctor who has cured the second princess?"

...

Doctor Lu's expression was still a little abnormal. He sat in his own position and remained silent.

"Haha, Doctor Lu, what do you think of the young pharmacist who came to the royal palace?"

A magnetic voice came from beside him.

Doctor Lu looked sideways and was slightly surprised: "Third Prince?"

The man in front of him was about thirty years old. He looked very handsome, had a gentle face, was not as good as a normal noble. He was dressed very simply, and did not have the luxury of ordinary nobles.

"If you want to go back to the prince, this Yang Yaoshi from the royal palace should have extraordinary medical skills, perhaps no worse than Lao Fu."

Doctor Lu maintained a trace of respect he deserved and replied.

In fact, these three princes have no power and no power. They were born to a palace maid when they were young. Although they were later promoted to the right, their status was much lower than that of ordinary princes.

"He is so young, really has such outstanding skills?" The third prince looked a little incredible.

"What's so strange about this? The world is so big that there are always some geniuses." Doctor Lu said lightly, "There are a few people in this hall, such as the King of Yan, and the Wushuang in that corner..."

"Unshuang?" The third prince looked at the young man in white, so he sighed heavily, and said, "Yes, he was only sixteen years old, but he had defeated many famous innate warriors in Kyoto. In Kyoto, in today's Kyoto, except for the third uncle, King Yan and the "Martial Saint" of Yuyang Kingdom, there is probably no warrior who can compete with him."

"The prince is here-"

At some point, a loud and domineering voice sounded in the hall.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Wen Lie, wearing a purple jade-patterned dragon and green robe, walked into the side hall.

In an instant, the whole audience was silent, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, as if it was permeated with the invisible majesty.

Yuwen Lie's face was solemn, and he was powerful without anger. He walked towards the top of the throne, and his eyes slowly passed through the people on the field.

Yang Fan felt that when Yuwen Lie looked at him and Yuwen Lie, his eyes became much softer.

However, when his eyes fell to a corner, a sharp divine light suddenly burst out, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the entire hall, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Hmph!" King Yan snorted coldly.

Yang Fan followed his gaze and saw the young man in white clothes as snowy as he was fighting against Yu Wen Lie, and a raging sense of fighting appeared in his eyes.

Unparalleled?

Everyone in the hall was shocked. Could it be that he wanted to cause trouble?

Yu Wen Lie withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't want to argue with Wushuang, and said slowly: "Today is a celebration dinner for Xin'er's first recovery from serious illness. Thank you to all the friends who support him. At the same time, this dinner is also to repay Xiner's life-saving benefactor, Yang Yaoshi."

After saying that, Yu Wen Lie raised his hand slightly, looked at Yang Fan, and even smiled at him.

When Yang Fan first participated in this kind of occasion, he felt hundreds of eyes swept at him, including many immortal cultivators, which brought a lot of pressure.

At this moment, Wushuang, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up and a whistle and a whistle and a whistle sword aura emerged, his eyes fixed on Yang Fan.

"not good!"
Chapter completed!