Zi Bin patted his back gently and motioned him to sit down and stop talking. He sighed secretly. Although this child has practiced magic since he was a child, his temperament is too simple. He felt more and more that he was brought out to experience this situation today.

The decision was correct.

When Zhao Daying saw the turbulent crowd, he stood up quickly and raised his hand to signal for silence. However, the shouts on the field became louder and louder. All the mages left their seats and walked forward while shouting. Zhao Daying took a look and realized that his situation was not good.

Miao, quickly snatched the microphone from Liu Yi's hand and said loudly: "I also think Master Yongtian's dead ghost is very ugly, so I decided to adopt Bowen Leasing Company's plan!"

Hearing Zhao Daying's announcement, the cheers in the stadium reached a new level.

In stark contrast to the excited crowd, Yong Bowen, the protagonist, was dumbfounded. He murmured after a long time: "Does this mean we win?"

Luo Wanlan confirmed with a smile: "Yes, I won. Congratulations, Master Yongtian, your first business is very successful."

Yong Bowen stared at Zi Bin and others who were leaving quietly, and blurted out: "This is too dark, it's too unfair to them." He turned to look at Yu Chengshi and said: "Senior Yu, are you

If you mess around like this, won't you become the laughing stock of other associations?"

Yu Chengshi laughed and said: "You are wrong, this is not nonsense, but a demonstration to the outside world to show the unity and conduct of our Spring City Mage Association! Dark? These esoteric disciples came over brazenly to act wild, thinking

If you want to slap us in the face, you have to understand one thing, our faces are not so easy to slap! It's still good today, but if they don't know what's going on in the future, it won't be so easy!"

"I would rather not have this kind of victory!" Yong Bowen said this angrily, turned around and ran out of the banquet hall, leaving the cheering crowd behind him.

Zibin and others had just walked out, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Salang couldn't calm down the atmosphere, so he said to Zibin: "Sister, they are clearly bullying people, fight them!"

"Salang, calm down!"

Salan lowered his head angrily and recited the incantation urgently, slowly calming down his excitement.

Zi Bin then said to Salang and the other angry people: "Before coming today, didn't everyone expect that the people from the Fachun City Mage Association would definitely not let us have an easy time? Why can't we calm down when things come to a close?

Are you angry? We practitioners are most afraid of losing control of our emotions by thinking about gains and losses like this. After we go back, we will recite the Guanyin Heart Sutra a hundred times!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison.

Suddenly I heard a hurried voice from behind me, "Please wait a moment."

Everyone turned around and saw Yong Bowen chasing after him. Before Zi Bin's lecture, everyone would have angrily thought that he was here to show off his victory. Although they also had this idea at this time, they did not show it after all, and just looked at it expressionlessly.

Yong Bowen ran closer.

"Master Yongtian, is there anything else? Oh, I forgot to congratulate you on your victory." Zibin's attitude was always so peaceful, as if he had never been angry.

"Miss Zi, if you don't mind, I am willing to give you the business of the Villa." Yong Bowen said calmly, "I don't want this so-called victory."

"Master Yongtian, this is your business. It turns out that we had a hand in it and there were so many twists and turns." Zibin said with a smile, "Actually, we never thought about starting a villa business at the beginning. We

I just want the entire Chuncheng mage community, no, the entire Chinese mage community to know that we, the successors of the Tantric Sect of Qinglong Temple, have returned to our homeland!"

"Qinglong Temple?"

"That's right, Qinglong Temple, the authentic esoteric sect of China. We came back this time to find the tenth golden womb of the reincarnation of the Seventh Patriarch, and to revive the prestige of our Qinglong Temple! This is our real purpose. You might as well tell Chairman Yu,

We actually have no interest in your business, and we will not threaten the authority of your Mage Association in this industry."

After Zi Bin finished speaking, he turned around and left with everyone.

Yong Bowen stood silently on the spot, with the loud noise of the banquet center still faintly heard behind him. He stretched out his right hand for a long time, slowly spread it out, and murmured: "Qinglong Temple? The Golden Embryo of the Tenth Life? Damn, how can you talk to me in my dream?"

Are they so similar to the ones I saw?" He didn't notice at all that not far behind him, a pair of clear eyes were looking at him worriedly, and those eyes were already covered with a light layer of mist!
Chapter completed!