The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

In this magnificent hall decorated with gold and jewels, an unprecedented storm is quietly brewing.

After hearing what Feng Yang said, the Black Turtle Demon Lord smiled slightly and said calmly:

"Tonight's banquet is for the purpose of exchanging friendships, appreciating the beauty of the moon, and jointly resisting the demons."

"Why don't we put aside our curiosity for now and spend some time with friends over poetry and wine?"

"If the Shadow Tower Master is willing, he can set questions to test our talents; if not, we can just enjoy ourselves and it will be an unforgettable feast."

These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and causing a huge uproar among the guests.

The guests outside the hall were all confused and did not understand what was said. They just thought they had heard it wrongly.

Making friends with poetry and wine?

In the demon world where the strong are respected, most of the demons have never been seen, let alone heard of.

Only a few demon tribes have seen or heard of it, but they are a minority in the demon world after all.

For most monsters, this is not only an unheard-of story, but also a subversion of their traditional way of "communication".

Some of them were shocked, some were confused, and most of them were exchanging looks in disbelief, as if they were in a strange world that did not belong to them.

Ha ha ha ha! !

Fengyang's laughter was crisp but carried a hint of unruliness and provocation, which sounded particularly harsh in this solemn occasion.

His laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting through the apparent harmony of the banquet and pointing directly at the Black Turtle Demon Lord. The sarcasm and disdain in his eyes seemed to be able to see through all hypocrisy.

"Old turtle, old turtle, when did you become so 'aware of current affairs'? You can even talk about such elegant things as making friends with poetry and wine. Could it be that the owner of the Shadow Tower promised you some benefits, so that you are willing to become the laughing stock of this demon world?"

Feng Yang's words came out like a string of cannonballs, each word and sentence was filled with sharp thorns, directly poking at the Black Turtle Demon Lord's soft spot.

"Hahahahahahaha..." The guests outside the hall burst into laughter, with sarcastic voices rising one after another.

When the Black Turtle Demon Lord saw this, he was not angry at all. Instead, he shook his head with disappointment, then walked back to the desk and sat down again.

Instead, the juniors standing behind him glared at him and were about to step forward to argue, but were quickly stopped by him.

Seeing that the old turtle retreated, Feng Yang ignored him and continued with a sneer:

"Is the man in the black robe so scared that he dares not speak? He can only rely on an old turtle to speak for him."

His words were full of provocation and sarcasm, directed directly at the owner of the Shadow Tower, making the whole scene tense.

"You originally came from the human world and have been hiding until now. Even after you appeared, you hid your head and tail and dared not reveal your true appearance."

"If it has nothing to do with the devil, then take off your ridiculous mask for this prince!"

Feng Yang's words became more and more sharp. His words were like a sharp sword, stabbing at the owner of the Shadow Tower with an unquestionable majesty.

His eyes were fixed upwards, as if he wanted to force the other party into a desperate situation.

As soon as he finished speaking, several voices were heard from the guests outside the hall.

"If you are not guilty, why do you have to hide your true feelings like this?"

“Humph! Maybe this so-called owner of the Phantom Shadow Tower is not a human or a demon at all, but an imposter pretending to be a demon!”

"Yes! Maybe he is just a clown who has no real strength at all, so he doesn't dare to show his true face..."

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Several demons were talking at once, their words full of provocation and contempt.

However, as they were talking, they suddenly stopped, a trace of cold sweat ran down the animal head, and a trace of panic flashed in their eyes.

It was because the banquet that had been bustling just a moment ago was now extremely silent, with only the voices of a few demons echoing in the air.

The atmosphere inside and outside the hall had completely frozen, and the air was filled with a tense feeling as if a storm was about to come.

Outside the hall, the guests stopped chatting and laughing; some lowered their heads in thought, while others quietly moved their feet, trying to find the best position to watch the battle while protecting themselves.

As for those with advanced cultivation, they secretly circulate their demonic powers, ready to deal with any possible conflicts at any time.

As for the ridicule from those demons just now, no demon cared at all. All the discerning demons knew that this was a sinister trick of the prince.

Outside the hall, the night was as dark as ink, with twinkling stars, but no one had the heart to appreciate the tranquility and beauty.

The hearts of all the people of both the demon and human races were tightly gripped by this sudden storm.

They knew that the situation in the demon world might undergo earth-shaking changes because of what happened today.

They could imagine that there would be a conflict next. As far as their demon clan was concerned, Feng Yang's words were tantamount to slapping the face of the owner of the Shadow Tower.

If the owner of the Shadow Tower does not save face, he will not be able to hold his head up in the demon world in the future.

Inside the hall, even the three other demon lords from powerful forces who were watching the show nearby had their eyes flickered and were slightly surprised. They had not expected that Feng Yang would provoke the owner of the Ghost Shadow Tower so directly.

They all looked upwards, waiting for each other's reaction.

Feng Yang's words undoubtedly pushed the owner of Youying Tower to the forefront, forcing him to respond, otherwise he would lose face and prestige.

As for the Golden Dragon Demon Lord, he was drinking slowly. If the Shadow Tower Master was not in danger of his life, he would not help.

As for the Fox Demon Lord, his beautiful eyes were fixed on the Lord of the Ghost Shadow Tower, secretly expecting him to display his divine power and defeat the arrogant Tianyu Demon Dynasty.

the other side.

Li Qing, or rather, he who presented himself as the owner of the Shadow Tower, still sat at the high seat at the banquet.

He was shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of strange eyes, which were deep and seemed to be able to see through everything.

He knew very well that tonight's banquet was not only to demonstrate his strength and consolidate his superior position, but also a carefully arranged chess game.

And Fengyang is exactly the key piece he needs on the chessboard.

Fengyang, the famous prince in the Demon Dynasty, his arrival was not accidental.

He must have a clear purpose - to find and find a way to create conflict, control him, the "Master of the Shadow Tower", and use him to refine pills for the Demon Dynasty and enhance the strength of the Demon Dynasty.

When Feng Yang's provocative words sounded, Li Qing felt no ripples in his heart, but instead a surge of anticipation.

This was the moment he had been waiting for, a perfect opportunity to both demonstrate his strength and to eliminate hostile forces.

"Master Youying, why are you still keeping silent? Are you agreeing with what I said?"

Feng Yang spoke again, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if he wanted to penetrate the other person's mask and reveal his true face.