The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

At this moment, the guests' eyes were all focused on Tang Yixien.

Tang Tianao was standing aside at this time, with one hand behind his back and a smug sneer on his face.

He knew that his brother couldn't produce anything decent.

He still knew clearly what Tang Yixien's Bi Lingfeng looked like.

"Young Master Tang, please take out the birthday gift so that we can broaden our horizons." The slightly plump head of the family continued to shout.

This slightly plump patriarch, and the few younger generations who followed suit, were naturally Tang Tianao's loyal lackeys.

Naturally, they would not miss such an opportunity to flatter.

Sheng Qingye's eyes flashed, he stood up from the table and walked straight to Tang Yixin's seat.

"What kind of birthday gift my master gave me is none of your business?!"

Maybe he was a little tipsy, this was the first time he was so bold under his father's nose.

"Qingye...don't be rude."

Sheng Yuezheng said with a serious tone.

Today is Sheng Qing's Wild Day, so he is a little more tolerant.

"Young Master Tang didn't bring it, right? That's nothing." Someone next to him echoed.

This sentence was really sarcastic, and everyone sighed again.

People were whispering and talking about all sorts of things.

Jin Xiaoxiao's calm eyes deepened as she pondered how to respond.

When Xuan Yuran saw this situation, he clenched his palms tightly and looked at his master.

Tang Yixien put down the wine glass in his hand at this time, and glanced at everyone with a cold gaze, with a hint of coldness.

The surroundings immediately became quiet.

Sheng Yuezheng felt at this moment that this was the demeanor that the eldest son of the Tang family should have.

He then smoothed things over by saying,

"As long as they arrive, it will be the greatest gift and an honor for our Sheng family."

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a murmur from below.

It turned out that at some point, Tang Yixien had a palm-sized mahogany gift box in his hand.

He calmly placed the gift box on the table.

"Master, is this for me?" Sheng Qingye walked over immediately.

"Well, of course there are gifts for my disciple's birthday." Tang Yixien said with a faint smile.

After Sheng Qingye opened it, a white halo instantly emanated from the box, as if all around it was illuminated.

It is a round golden halo with feathers finely carved on it, emitting a faint light all over.

Sheng Qingye took it out and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"This magical weapon is the Glazed Ice Feather Ring. I have injected a little spiritual power into it. Take a look. Do you like it?"

This is what Tang Yixian exchanged for with system points. I heard from Youyou that it is very impressive. In addition to this, he also exchanged for other things.

The front hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone was looking at the magic weapon in Sheng Qingye's hand.

Sheng Qingye said with a somewhat stagnant look,

"I like it, thank you Master."

The Glazed Ice Feather Ring is the best magical weapon for ice-type spiritual roots, and is used in conjunction with his black iron chain.

It can strengthen and protect the black iron chain, making it more flexible.

This is a magical weapon that all ice cultivators want, so it is naturally extremely precious. This magical weapon has almost never appeared in the world.

It's just a legend, you can imagine how precious it is.

Surprise, joy, emotion and disbelief, many complex emotions filled Sheng Qingye.

This was his favorite birthday gift he had ever received.

He looked at the glittering glazed ice feather ring in his hand. A white halo was flowing around the ring. This was the wind-type spiritual power of his master.

"This...this...Mr. Tang is really thoughtful for the little dog."

Even a calm person like Sheng Yuezheng was hesitant to speak.

However, he did not refuse. With such a magical weapon in his Sheng family, he no longer cared about other things.

Everyone finally reacted and burst into sighs. Almost no one had ever seen such a magical weapon.

Of course they had never seen it before. This magic weapon was broken many years ago, and Youyou had recreated it from the system.

The fat man who had just started the commotion twitched his face, and his face flushed with embarrassment, then he said,

"This is a treasure. It's really eye-opening. It's really eye-opening."

The younger generations next to them were as listless as quails and stopped talking.

The shock and displeasure on Tang Tianao's face could hardly be concealed at this moment. He coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment.

When he saw that everyone was looking at the Glazed Ice Feather Ring, a flash of anger appeared in his eyes and he tightly grasped the sword in his hand.

With a gloomy face, he asked someone to put the jade and coral aside and sat back at the table.

Sheng Qingye liked it very much and instantly integrated the glazed ice feather ring into his black iron chain.

There was an additional golden feather ring at the other end of the black iron chain, and the chain immediately became much softer and brighter.

There was a strange light in Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes at this moment. He had never seen such a magic weapon before.

This is almost beyond the reach of silver.

Where did Master get it?

The most important thing is that he not only gave it to Sheng Qingye, but also contained a trace of spiritual power. He felt a little bitter in his heart and tightly grasped the Lingxi fan in his hand.

Xuan Yuran had been in a low mood since a while ago, and the loneliness in his eyes had sunk to the bottom. He, who never drank, picked up the wine glass beside him, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

He said happy birthday to himself at someone else's birthday party.

He didn't care about the rest, mainly because his master's eyes were all on Sheng Qingye and the gift.

At this time, Sheng Qingye, as the protagonist of today, was surrounded by many peers.

Some people were holding the magic weapon Lingyu Ring to look at it, and some were toasting him.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by people and couldn't get away.

By this time in the banquet, three rounds of drinks had already passed and it was almost over.

One after another, the older members of the noble families, unable to hold their liquor, said goodbye and left.

Xuan Yuran still had the bitter taste of liquor in his mouth. Just as he was pouring himself a drink, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Xiao Xuanwu, wait for your master at the gate of Sheng's backyard."

Xuan Yuran's hand that was pouring the wine paused slightly, his eyes fixed, it was his master who was conveying a message to him.

He didn't look for Tang Yixin in the hall.

Master must have his reasons for informing him this way.

He immediately put down the wine jug, his red clothes fluttering, and he stood up and walked towards the door of the hall.

In the front hall, some of the noble families were drunk, some simply lay on the table, and some left to rest, and no one cared.

This is generally how the banquet went on.

Tang Yixin saw the red figure walk out obediently, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

After a while, he also stood up and walked towards the door.

The reason why he didn't leave with Xuan Yuran was because he felt that if the two of them left together, it might attract attention.

It is also disrespectful to the host.

Leaving in such a low-key manner is the best choice.