The centenary celebration of Liusu Pavilion has finally begun.

This is a major event for the entire Fengbangxing, and even the seven major gangs must send enough gifts, otherwise they will not have to mess around in the future if they offend the unpredictable Tian Pavilion Master.

So in the early morning before the celebration officially started, Fengbangxing's prominent figures had already arrived at the Liusu General Pavilion early, and were led by the welcoming girls to sit in the designated area in an orderly manner.

A seat clearly shows everyone's status.

The gang leaders of the seven major gangs all sat in the second row, and their closest subordinates were right behind. As for the first row... only people from the Li family were eligible to sit.

However, when everyone arrived, the front row was still empty. It was not until a few minutes before the official start of the centenary celebration that Li Yingtong led his men into the venue leisurely.

No one dared to express dissatisfaction, even the deacons of Liusu Pavilion greeted him warmly with smiling faces. Whoever let Li Yingtong control the cross-star formation, it can be said that he is the uncrowned king of Fengbangxing.

"I'm quite on time, at least I came earlier than Pavilion Master Tian." Li Yingtong sat down with a smile. Several beautiful girls immediately came up to him, beating his back and peeling fruits. They were very busy.

Very happy.

The chief deacon of Liusu Pavilion laughed dryly and said: "Yes, Mr. Li is a very busy man. You can take the time to be here. My Liusu Pavilion is really full of glory. I am very grateful!"

Although he said this, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his heart, knowing that Li Yingtong came so late on purpose as a warning to Liusu Pavilion.

Because of the burning of the Li Mansion last time, even though Liusu Pavilion had stated that it had nothing to do with him and even offered a lot of compensation, Li Yingtong still had a vague suspicion that the disappeared murderers were probably hiding in Liusu Pavilion, so he was half

The pressure has been exerted for months, making everyone exhausted and almost unable to complete the preparations for the centenary celebration.

"Stop talking about such lies. Come on, come on, give me my gift to Pavilion Master Tian, ​​and make sure she is satisfied!" Li Yingtong clapped his hands, and immediately two Vajra realm warriors carried a big box and placed it there.

In the pile of gifts, he instantly stood out, completely overshadowing the others.

"Hey, Mr. Li, what is this gift? It seems to be taller than two people stacked together." Tian Xirong was wearing a gorgeous golden dress, and her figure was like a weak willow supporting the wind. Every step she took was enchanting and charming, but...

Her expression is dignified and solemn, which makes people feel a sense of awe at the first sight, which cannot be desecrated and can only be viewed from a distance.

"Haha, this is a secret. Pavilion Master Tian will find out later when he counts the gifts." Li Yingtong waved his hand, looking quite bold, but his eyes were not shy about looking at Tian Xirong's slender waist and long legs. It seemed that the clothes on her body were not at all

exist.

"Really, then I'm looking forward to the surprise Mr. Li gives me." Tian Xirong specially added an accent to the last two words, glanced at Li Yingtong meaningfully, and turned around to go up to the high platform.

Li Yingtong looked at her graceful back infatuatedly, and after a long time he smacked his lips and said, "What a beauty in the world. Only I, Li Yingtong, am worthy of enjoying such a beauty..."

The girls around him trembled, and quickly pretended not to hear, and continued doing what they were doing, for fear of making their young master unhappy.

Tian Xirong walked up to the high platform and read the opening remarks he had written long ago, and Liusu Pavilion's centenary celebration officially began.

However, such ceremonial things are usually boring. First, the deacon of Liusu Pavilion reports on the achievements made in the past century, then uses gorgeous words to recall the glorious history of Liusu Pavilion, admires the current prosperity, and finally looks forward to the bright future.

A bright future, more than an hour has passed.

No one was interested in this kind of thing, but they still had to keep quiet and pretend to listen carefully. In fact, everyone was already drowsy.

Li Yingtong, for example, lay on his back without covering up, chewing fresh fruits and enjoying the massage from the maid, which attracted the envious and jealous eyes of the seven major gangs.

It wasn't until the song and dance session entered that the atmosphere became a little more lively. After all, the girls chosen by Liusu Pavilion to take the stage were all beautiful and graceful, especially the young woman who led the dance, who was as ethereal as a nine-day fairy, and her breasts seemed to be unable to be grasped by Yingying.

, attracted a lot of attention.

After a few songs and dances, Liusu Pavilion began to hold a grand banquet. Everyone drank, chatted and laughed, and quickly got closer through the wine table. Tian Xirong's drinking capacity amazed the entire audience. Anyone who came to propose a toast would drink it all in one gulp.

The guests all drank and fell asleep, but she was completely fine.

Li Yingtong couldn't hold it back and stepped forward to have a few rounds of drinks with Tian Xirong. A group of people around watched the fun and cheered, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

At this moment, a deacon from Liusu Pavilion suddenly came to Tian Xirong in a panic and whispered something. Her face suddenly changed drastically, and the drunkenness in her brows and eyes was swept away, leaving only the winter wind.

The biting cold.

"Li Yingtong, what do you mean?!" Tian Xirong slapped the table and stood up, his eyes full of anger that could not be concealed.

Li Yingtong was slightly drunk, and his mind was still a little hazy. Hearing this, he couldn't help being startled, and said in a dignified manner: "Master Tian Pavilion, you, are you drunk? Why are you questioning Li like this?"

Tian Xirong's chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he was extremely angry: "Stop pretending! You don't know what you gave me? I, Tian Xirong, asked myself that I have never offended you, Mr. Li, why did you humiliate me so viciously?

?!"

Li Yingtong sobered up for a moment, stood up suddenly, and said confusedly: "Master Tian Pavilion, are you afraid that you have made a mistake? What I gave you is a rare psychic white jade that is rare in a thousand years, and it is more than three meters high. This

But it’s a rare treasure that’s rare to find in Wuya!”

Everyone around was in an uproar. They didn't expect that Li Yingtong would go to such great lengths to catch the beauty. It was so extravagant that it was outrageous!

But Tian Xirong’s reaction doesn’t seem quite right...

"Ha! Psychic White Jade? Where did the Psychic White Jade come from?!" Tian Xirong laughed angrily and walked away: "Okay, Mr. Li, you want to save face, just don't want to admit it. You just rely on me, Liusu Pavilion, so you dare not follow me.

If you fall out, I can't afford to offend you, but I can always avoid you!"

"Pavilion Master Tian! Wait, what I gave you is obviously psychic white jade, how could it be... No, no, no, I want to see with my own eyes what is going on!" Li Yingtong said hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, you are not welcome in Liusu Pavilion!" The chief deacon of Liusu Pavilion stopped him coldly.

"Go away!" Li Yingtong was so anxious that he pushed the chief deacon aside angrily and hurriedly chased after Tian Xirong.

The Archdeacon immediately fell to the ground in embarrassment. Seeing Li Yingtong's Vajra-level subordinates also hurriedly followed, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Because he knew that the Pavilion Master's plan was officially launched from this moment on.

The next ten minutes will determine the fate of the entire Fengbangxing.

The Archdeacon felt excited when he thought that he had become a witness to history. In his eyes, the arrogant and domineering Mr. Li had become a dead man, so he did not need to be angry with the "dead man".

At the same time, he also felt a trace of pity, not pity for Li Yingtong, but pity for Yun Cheng.

If it was just to deal with a late-stage Vajra warrior, why would the pavilion master spend so much effort to win him over? Yun Cheng must have never expected that he would play such a key and decisive role in this plan. In other words, this
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