Emperor of Death

Chapter 1270 Banquet

In the flying treasure ship in the sky, Wen Chuan sat on a black-edged patterned chair, beside an old alchemist carefully bandaging Wen Chuan's wound.

A bottle of light yellow medicine was sprinkled on the broken arm, and then carefully wrapped with gauze.

The faces of everyone around Wen Chuan were very ugly, and they all had mournful faces, as if their parents had died.

This time, Wen Chuan challenged Ye Chen, which was supported by the whole sect of Hades.

Today's Yechen is known as the number one genius of the younger generation. Since Wen Chuan has stepped into the martial arts, once he publicly challenges Yechen and wins, his reputation and the reputation of the Underworld Sect will be built on the basis of this big battle. The victory is sweeping the entire human race.

At first, everyone thought that with Wenchuan's current strength, defeating Yechen would be easy, but who would have thought that Yechen's promotion would be so fast, defeating Wenchuan with crushing strength, and even ruthless in front of the entire human race. He severely humiliated Wen Chuan and the entire Hades sect.

This trip to Jiangyin City was a complete failure, and the Underworld Sect suffered a great loss.

The loss of the Martial Saint who was beheaded by Ye Chen was equivalent to causing the Fame Sect to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The alchemist whispered beside Wen Chuan: "Holy Son, there is news from Lord Wen that His Majesty has given the holy medicine, and it will be delivered in a few days. As long as the holy medicine arrives, your broken arm will regenerate and grow again. "

"Yeah!" Wen Chuan nodded silently, his eyes filled with unspeakable anger, the storage ring was taken away, and all his magic weapons were lost, especially the sword, which was his wealth and life, and now he threw it all to his most hated enemy.

The monstrous hatred in Wen Chuan's heart cannot be extinguished even if the water of the Lanjiang River is poured out.

"Holy Son! There is news from the Great Emperor of the Siren Clan, let us give him an explanation." Wen Chuan's cousin, Wen Yi, reported.

"Confession, what explanation, look at what kind of rubbish he sent out." Wen Chuan roared viciously, the anger in his heart was burning fiercely, and the news from the king of the sea monster clan seemed to add fuel to the fire, making Wen Chuan Chuan's lungs were about to explode.

"Holy Son, don't do this." At this moment, the old man who has been following Wen Chuan said in a deep voice. His name is Li Jia. With him reminding Wen Chuan all the time, Wen Chuan will make bigger jokes and suffer more losses.

Li Jia said in a deep voice: "The foreign race must not be offended. In the future, we will rely on them to restrain our enemies. We should go back and discuss this matter with a few deputy leaders. Let's make a decision."

Wen Chuan waved his hand and said, "Wen Yi, listen to Mr. Li."

"Yes!"

Wen Xiang came over in a hurry, and said to Wen Chuan, "Holy Son..."

"Hehe, there is only half of Jiangyin City left." After seeing Wen Xiang, Wen Chuan subconsciously showed a smile on his face, "Those believers dedicated their lives to the gods, and now they have returned to the embrace of the gods."

Wen Xiang quickly shook his head and said, "It's over, it's over. Our believers are completely wiped out..."

"What, what about Jiangyin City?" Wen Chuan stood up abruptly, grimly, with a terrifying expression on his face.

Looking at Wen Chuan's face, Wen Xiang hesitated a little, then bit the bullet and said: "Jiangyin City is intact. According to the report from the spies, our people were surrounded by people from Jiangyin City just after they went out. They have already done that. Alright, ready, let's drill into the cover."

"So..." Wen Chuan roared angrily, trembling all over his body, "Our tens of thousands of elites were dumped without even killing a single person? The entire army of tens of thousands of elites was wiped out?"

"Yes..." Wen Xiang answered bravely.

"Damn it!" Wen Chuan shattered the table and chairs in front of him with a fist, and roared at the sky, "Yechen, I am at odds with you, with you without me..."

"Pfft!" Wen Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out, fainted by the vitality.

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Unlike the oppressive atmosphere on the Wenchuan ship, the entire city of Jiangyin was filled with joy.

Although Yechen didn't throw a big banquet, everyone's faces were filled with bright smiles.

"This time, thank you Marshal." The highest point of the General's Mansion, with a wide view, was originally the place where Zhang Yun and others watched the battle.

Now everyone has left, and the tables and chairs have been removed, leaving only an exquisite small table and four chairs, leaving the spring, summer, autumn and winter maids standing not far away, serving Yechen and the others.

"Come here, please!" Ye Chen invited the three of them.

All three of them are Emperor Wu. For the people in the General's Mansion, this is a great honor.

For this meal, Zhang Yun personally supervised the cooking process, and specially sent Ye Xiaoluo to monitor the washing process, to ensure that there would be no mistakes in this meal.

All the top chefs in Jiangyin City gathered in the kitchen of the General's Mansion, and every chef's face was filled with excitement. This is their great opportunity. If the reputation spreads, the net worth will increase several times and tens of times.

On the top floor, Yechen originally asked Bing Lanfei to be the chief seat, and Fu Cheng tried his best to invite Bing Lanfei to be the chief seat, but Bing Lanfei smiled and sat on the left hand seat of the chief seat. Walked to the opposite side of Wang Ziyu.

"Marshal, please sit here." Ye Chen said.

Fu Cheng shook his head hastily, even Bing Lanfei gave way, how could he refuse to give way, he quickly smiled and said: "We are all guests, we don't dare to overwhelm the guests, General Ye should sit here."

Yechen was not pretentious, and took the position of chief seat.

The four daughters of spring, summer, autumn and winter had already placed cold dishes and fine wine on the table. Yechen personally poured wine for the three of them, then raised his glass and said, "Thank you for your help. I am very grateful, and I will do it first as a respect."

"Come and drink together." Fu Cheng raised his glass and smiled, "General Ye, you are a member of my Ye Ming Army, so I naturally want to protect my own people. If you want to thank Empress Bingxue and Princess Lanyue, I would not be here today. But it is about to be buried in the hands of the Hai Clan, let us thank the two heroines of the female middle school together."

"Come on, drink!"

For these people, the taste of these dishes can only be regarded as mediocre, but the most important thing about drinking and eating is to be with the right person, and the four of them enjoy the meal happily.

After drinking for three rounds, Yechen smiled and said: "Although it is my duty to help the Marshal Jiangyin City, my subordinates are very grateful in their hearts. I have nothing to thank. I gave this exercise to the Marshal at that time. gone."

Yechen smiled and handed a booklet to Fu Cheng.

"Hehe, the exercises are interesting." Fu Cheng smiled and reached out to pick them up.

Immediately, Fu Cheng put the booklet in front of him, his right hand trembled subconsciously, and almost threw the booklet out.

On the front of the booklet with white characters on a black background, there are four big characters written in pale white: Heart Sutra of Death.

(End of this chapter)