Wang Lang glanced at the person on the table and said, "Zhao Yin, you are wrong. There are twenty-two people here and twenty-three people. Why are there not enough food? What do you mean? Are you afraid that I won't pay for the meal?"

Zhao Yin smiled, and did not reply to Wang Lang's words. Mr. Qifeng on the opposite side smiled and said, "Zhao Yin, go and make another serving for this little guy. Let's eat it and he can't eat it."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Old Song, are you waiting for someone?"

Song Buwen smiled but said nothing, but his expression had already told Wang Lang that Wang Lang had guessed correctly. Wang Lang looked at everyone in the field one by one. Logically speaking, these people are all famous figures in the world today, and all of them have come. The remaining awesome people are not concerned about the world, so it is impossible to come to make up for such a situation.

"Who?" Wang Lang leaned over to Song Buwen and asked.

Song Buwen smiled, "You will know when you come."

Wang Lang turned around and was about to ask Cao Qiufeng, but as soon as he turned around, a flower snake lay on Cao Qiufeng's shoulder, his head facing Wang Lang, and his snake letter was spitting out of his mouth.

Zhao Yin went downstairs to serve the food, Wang Lang ate dried fruits, and from time to time he looked at the stairs to see who was waiting for.

After a while, the food was served. There was a sign on each plate. The sign stated the names of everyone in the market. Everyone's meals were different and were made according to the tastes of these people.

The waiter also brought Wang Lang a temporary recipe, which was much better than the Tianwai Feixian and Golden Cake I ate before, and it was like a personal one.

Wang Lang stretched his neck and looked at the food placed in an empty seat. There was no staple food, only a bowl of sea breeze, which was full of hair and blood. It looked quite disgusting.

Originally, Wang Lang wanted to eat the rest of the man's food, but after seeing a bowl of Maoxuewang, he immediately lost his mood. Although he couldn't eat that, Wang Lang could eat something else.

Wang Lang found an empty bowl, circled around the table, and gathered a full bowl of dishes for himself with an angry shout.

When he lowered his head and swallowed it, the air suddenly condensed. Wang Lang felt a cold air from head to toe and involuntarily put his hand on the hilt of the dragon sword.

I looked up and found a person sitting in the empty seat before, covered in black robe, as if I was afraid of seeing people.

"I'll introduce you to you Mr. Ma, a foreign friend I met from all over the world. I'm very interested in our martial arts conference, so I'll take him to see it." Shi Ling said.

Wang Lang took out his ears and couldn't help but remember that he had heard Huiyuan say in Zhulin Temple before that when someone buried Huangfu Ji in the back mountain, a foreigner came.

I couldn't help but look at the man twice.

"Shi Ling, you don't even say Mandarin is standard, and you still make friends with foreigners. Are you teasing me?" Wang Lang took a sip of the soup.

Shi Ling sneered, ignored Wang Lang and said, "Mr. Ma, let me know you."

When the man heard this, he didn't say anything. He first reached out and picked up a bowl of Mao Xuewang and ate a bowl in one breath.

Then he slowly lifted his hat and revealed a pale face. He was a thin foreigner, with blonde hair and blue eyes, no beard, straight nose, and a weird red look on his lips.

Wang Lang was stunned when he saw that man, and the man was also a little confused when he saw Wang Lang.

“Magnus?”

"king?"

The big guys present were also confused. The one who was most confused was Shi Ling, "Mr. Ma, do you know each other?"

Magnus walked over and gave Wang Lang a big hug, "Long time no see my friend."

Wang Lang pushed Magnus away and said vigilantly, "What are you doing when you run to us?"

"I heard that you have a martial arts conference here, so I'm very curious, so let's take a look." Magnas's Chinese proficiency is not bad at all, and it's easy to communicate with Wang Lang.

"No, no, we don't welcome you here." Wang Lang refused decisively.

Magnus shrugged, "Wang, don't do this, we are also good comrades who once fought side by side."

"Stop, we both have to get what we need." Wang Lang sat down again.

Magnus shrugged, "I always treat you as a good friend."

Wang Lang smiled dismissively.

Shi Ling's eyes wandered between Wang Lang and Magnus, "Mr. Ma, do you know him?"

Magnus shrugged, "Of course, my family has many people and Wang, and we are all good friends."

"Shi Ling, I don't care what you are doing normally, but if you make friends with a Russian, I can't stand it anymore." As the King of Light Blowing Lights spoke, he took out a lamp from his arms, and it seemed that he was about to go into a state again.

Shi Ling sneered, "Blowing up the lights, making friends without distinction."

"Shi Ling, have you really forgotten the national shame a hundred years ago?" The King of Blowing Lights was angry.

Shi Ling sneered, "What does it have to do with me? Besides, I was still young at that time, only five or six years old, and I couldn't remember so many things."

Magnus looked at the two people who were arguing and spoke to the King of Blowing Lights, "My friend, I admit that my country did do things that hurt you a hundred years ago, but my family did not appear on this land. nor did you harm your compatriots."

"You Russians are all pickled goods, and they are full of truth. I think you are not a good thing, so I will kill you today. It can be regarded as avenging those dead innocent people and brave ancestors!" The King of Light Blowing Light lit the lamp as soon as it lit up, and it blew out as soon as the lamp lit up.

Wang Lang didn't see clearly how the lights were moving, but just heard a snap.

Magnus also punched with a blow to the light.

Neither of them moved, but the floor under their feet cracked with a snap.

"I'm still a foreign devil with internal skills!" The King of Light Blowing Light opened his eyes angrily, just like the King of Buddhists who was angry.

The speed and strength of the two punches reached a dizzying point. Anyway, Wang Lang didn't see clearly, and Wang Lang even suspected that these two people were fighting.

Two muffled sounds from tongtong came one after another.

The lights retreated to the corner of the wall, and Magnus retreated to the stairs.

"chinese kung fu, it's really amazing." Magnus stared at the blowing light king.

The King of Blowing the Lights shook his wrist, "Foreign devils, no matter how powerful your kung fu is, I will definitely kill you today!"

Magnas looked at Shi Ling, and Shi Ling also frowned. Magnas looked at Wang Lang again, "Wang, I don't want to fight, can you stop him?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Don't let it go, I'm a clay Buddha crossing the river, I can't protect myself. I don't have such a big face, so you'll just admit it."

"no!no!no! As a noble prince, I will not admit defeat. Here, I represent the glory of the family."

"Then you dance with me and talk to me!"

The King of Light Blowing the Light clasped his hands together and shouted softly. His robe suddenly swelled up, then he stepped on his feet and rushed towards Magnas.

Magnus' blue eyes turned blood red in an instant.
Chapter completed!