At night, the main hall of Haotian Family was filled with wine. The innermost position facing north and south was naturally Haotian Xuanzhen, and Hua Xu was beside him.

As for the others, they were basically sitting on long tables on both sides below. There were more than a dozen people attending the banquet, which were specially designed to thank Ye Chen. The Haotian family is still very enthusiastic.

"Come on, Xiaoyou Qin, I'll give you a cup."

"Senior, I'm really a terrifying junior."

"Well, do you always wear a mask?" As soon as a glass of wine was over, Haotian Shiyu, who was standing beside him, looked at Ye Chen curiously.

"I'm used to it." Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"Then why does the word hatred engraved on your forehead?" Haotian Shixue also asked curiously.

"Xue'er." Haotian Shiyue stared at Haotian Shiyue, with a sentence in her beautiful eyes: Don't ask others' secrets, this is a taboo among monks.

Haotian Shixue seemed to be able to understand the look of her eyes, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

Although Ye Chen didn't say it, who are present? The word "公公" means that Ye Chen is a person with a story, and it is a very tragic story.

"Listen to my sister, you are very awesome." Haotian Shiyu looked at Ye Chen with big eyes blinking.

"It's just the skill of a three-legged cat." Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"That's not the skill of a three-legged cat. My sister said, you..."

"Xuan Zhen..." Before Haotian Shiyu could finish his words, he was interrupted by the voice of Hua Xu on the other side.

Everyone looked at it in a hurry and found that Haotian Xuanzhen, who had just put down the wine glass, had a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. After it was wiped off, blood would overflow. His face turned pale and he was sick. The most important thing was his breath, sometimes sluggish and sometimes violent.

Suddenly, the people in the hall looked a little ugly, and their eyes were filled with worry.

"It's okay." Haotian Xuanzhen smiled, stabilizing his breath, but his face was still pale.

"Dao wound." Ye Chen on this side opened the Immortal Ring Angle vaguely, as if he could see Haotian Xuanzhen's soul through the appearance. In the depths of the soul, there was a crack, sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, which was very unstable.

"Is there nothing he can do about his cultivation in the Quasi-Heaven Realm?" Ye Chen murmured, and once again saw the terrible trauma of Dao Sword. "In the long run, his cultivation will definitely fall into the Kongming Realm."

"The head of the family, Chang Tian Zhenren and others have arrived." When everyone was worried, a disciple outside walked in.

"Please, please." Haotian Xuanzhen said hurriedly, perhaps because he was a little excited, and a wisp of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth again.

Soon, an old man in a purple robe walked in, leaning on a crutch, and his old age was rugged, his eyes were a little red, and he always shone with one or two faint lights, which gave people a very bad feeling.

"Quantian Realm." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Changtian, don't be fine!" The hall, including Haotian Xuanzhen, and others have already begun to greet each other.

"It's easy to say." Changtian Zhenren smiled slightly, and then sat in front of a table very consciously, as if he had known that the table was flowing for him.

He was not here alone, and he also brought a young man in white who was shaking a folding fan. This guy was slender, had a feminine face, and was handsome, but he had a pair of phoenix eyes and uncle's lips, which showed a mean look. What Ye Chen couldn't stand the most was that there was always a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the guy sat down, his eyes were placed on Haotian Shiyue and the other three, and the obscene light was not hidden in his eyes.

Seeing this, Haotian Shiyue and the others couldn't help but feel cold, and their eyes were full of disgust.

"Who is he?" Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue beside him.

"Li Xiuming."

"Li Xiuming?" Hearing this name, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, touched his chin, pondered for a moment, then looked at Haotian Shiyue, "The one ranked 69th on the Fengyun List?"

"It's him." Haotian Shiyue took a deep breath, as if she was particularly disgusted with Li Xiuming. Especially when she saw the obscene light in Li Xiuming's eyes, her face became even colder.

"If it weren't for my Haotian family asking him for something, I wouldn't have bothered to drink with him at a banquet." Haotian Shiyue took a deep breath again.

"Even if he is the 69th place in the Storm List, he is only a junior. Do you have something to ask for him if you have something to do with the Haotian family?" Ye Chen took a sip of wine and looked at Haotian Shiyue again.

"Fellow Daoist Qin doesn't know anything." Haotian Shiyue sent a voice, "We want to invite him to participate in the Chanyuan Alliance on behalf of my Haotian family."

"What's the Chanyuan Alliance?"

"The Chanyuan Alliance is a grand event that is once every three years in Beizhen Cangyuan." Haotian Shiyue explained, "This grand event is related to the division of the major forces in Beizhen Cangyuan, that is, the fiefdoms occupied by my Haotian family, Yuan family, and Yin-Yang family in Beizhen Cangyuan are determined by this Chanyuan Alliance."

Speaking of this, Haotian Shiyue stopped for a moment and continued, "This Chanyuan Alliance is a showdown between the three younger generation disciples of the family. If there are more victories, the more fiefs they occupy."

"You guys are really strange!" Ye Chen sighed, "How strange it feels to divide the territory based on the strength of the younger generation."

"This is a contract set by the ancestors of the three families." Haotian Shiyue explained, "In order to divide the territory in a peaceful way, so that large-scale wars will not occur. For thousands of years, the three of us have been following this contract."

"That's what it means!" Ye Chen touched his chin, "It's indeed a good choice to ask the disciples of Fengyun Bang to help."

"This is also impossible." Haotian Shiyue nodded, but sighed helplessly, "It's just that the younger generation of the Haotian family is too unbearable. After many years, our Haotian family has all ended in a crushing defeat. We only account for 20% of the fiefdom of Beizhen Cangyuan, while the Yin and Yang families and Yuan families each account for 40%. You should know that Beizhen Cangyuan has many spiritual stone mines. The more territory, the more spiritual stone mines it mines. For the subsequent development of the family, we can only treat the virtuous and humble."

"Then why don't you invite a stronger one?" Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue in confusion, and said, and he still glanced at Li Xiuming, "He ranks 69th, and he can win if he goes there or not! If the other two families also invite disciples of Fengyun List, it would be a waste of work."

"The problem is that all the disciples on the list of Fengyun are open their mouths!" Haotian Shiyue shook her head helplessly, "The price for asking them is too big. My Haotian family has gradually declined over the years. I can't stand his troubles."

"But I still feel like it's hanging!" Ye Chen said happily.

"How great would it be if Brother Chen Ye was here." Haotian Shiyue pursed her lips.

Ye Chen chuckled, but did not answer.

"Fellow Daoist Haotian, given the increased difficulty of this alliance, we will have an additional condition." As the two talked, the words of Changtian Zhenren rang out on the other side.

"Fellow Daoist Changtian, but it's okay." Haotian Xuanzhen smiled.

"That is to marry your three daughters to my disciple Xiuming on the basis of paying us three million spirit stones."
Chapter completed!