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1878 If you can't be low-key, then pretend to be a fart

Their expressions did not even change from beginning to end, they were indifferent, as if they did not take the priceless gifts presented by these families and sects into their eyes at all.

This is the magnanimity of the top team that brings together young elites from the Ziyun world.

The cheers and screams in Feilong City once again set off a storm.

And when all the people who gave gifts left.

Another deep voice came from the sky, "Deer Ming Feast Presentation, here we go..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly rose sharply, "Sir, why are you here?!"

His tone was even more shocked and horrifying than when he heard the Su family from Donglu came to offer gifts.

The originally noisy Feilong City became quiet because of this.

Everyone wanted to know what happened to make the deacon of Longteng Academy, who was used to seeing troubles, so shocked.

Then, they heard the deacon's stuttering voice.

"Lan...the royal family of the Lan Empire is here to present a gift."

As soon as these words came out, Feilong City, which had started to become quiet out of curiosity, suddenly became quiet again.

After a few breaths, it suddenly turned into a flurry of discussion.

"The Lan clan's royal family in the Eastern Continent actually came to give gifts to the Qilin Team! Oh my God, the Qilin Team's reputation is too great!"

"Don't you know? Senior Brother Chu Tianyou, the captain of the Qilin Team, has an extraordinary relationship with the royal family. It is normal for the Lan family's royal family to come here to give gifts this time."

Amidst the commotion, several figures were seen floating down.

But this time there are no petals and elegant figures.

Some of them were a whole team of Jindan monks dressed in the Lan family's royal bodyguard uniforms. They lined up in a row, each two holding a Qiankun box in their hands.

The person walking at the front was a middle-aged Confucian scholar about forty years old, with handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament.

"Lan Feng! It's actually the prince of the Lan family. Lan Feng came to give the gift in person."

"Only Senior Brother Chu can receive such an honor!"

The appearance of the Lan Empire's gift team and Lan Feng made the Qilin team unable to sit still.

Their faces were no longer as calm and nonchalant as they were just now.

Instead, he stood up with a bit of surprise and expectation.



In the corner, Muyan was congratulating herself that she had finally kept a low profile again, and then continued eating and drinking happily.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Lan Feng, I had a bad premonition in my heart.

Almost at the same time, Lan Feng's eyes turned and fell on Muyan.

Then, a kind smile bloomed on that somewhat solemn face, and he strode towards this side.

The guards carrying the Qiankun Box behind them naturally followed up with quick strides.

As a result, the entire Feilong City stared dumbfoundedly at the Lan clan's royal family's gift team. They did not go towards the Qilin team in the center of the glass platform, but turned to that remote and inconspicuous corner.

Lan Feng stood in front of Muyan and bowed deeply to her, "Lan Feng from the Lan Sect Empire of the Eastern Continent, on behalf of Your Majesty and Your Majesty, would like to offer congratulatory gifts to Team Xingchen Xiaoyao and Miss Jun. I wish Team Xiaoyao success in the Lu Ming Feast."

Good results.”

The scene was completely silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of divine development is this?

No! Why Team Xiaoyao again?! Miss Jun again?!
Chapter completed!
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