In the empty and bright hall, Zhang Heng's voice was neither loud nor small, but it could be heard by everyone.

Everyone present looked at the empty position of King Wei's left hand, and it seemed empty, but the sound came from there.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Zhang Heng's body appeared on the left side of King Wei of Qi like a ghost, sat at the table extremely leisurely, slowly picked up a cup of tea in his hand, and drank it gently, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Everyone present was shocked. The ghost master just now entered the Hero Hall with his mysterious body technique, which made everyone amazed. This body technique had already surpassed the limit that martial artists could reach.

Although Zhang Heng did not show any shocking means, the other party could enter the Hero Hall without knowing it, treating the layers of alert in the royal palace as a joke, and even concealed the other immortal masters present.

If the performance of the ghost master is shocking, then the methods Zhang Heng showed are completely frightening.

A few drops of cold sweat oozed out from King Wei of Qi's forehead. If Zhang Heng really wanted his life, who could save him? Even if his master, Ghost Master, could compete with the other party, could not save his life.

No matter what, don’t be enemies with this person, King Wei of Qi secretly made up his mind.

"Mr. Zhang's magical powers are really amazing. Let me introduce you to you. This is my master, Ghost Master."

King Wei of Qi immediately showed a respectful attitude to Zhang Heng.

The others in the Yinghao Palace also have their own thoughts.

Master Zou was secretly happy. Zhang Heng's strength may be higher than he thought, and he might be able to defeat the ghost master. If this person could become a dual-cultural partner with Bingwei, it would be of great benefit to him and Bingwei.

But he was also worried. If Zhang Heng's strength was too strong, he might not be willing to practice dual cultivation with Bingwei. After all, the world of immortal cultivation is a world where strength is respected. If the strength of men and women is too different, it is unlikely that they will become dual cultivation partners.

The tiger immortal master had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at Zhang Heng, who was sitting on the left side of King Wei of Qi, and his heart was also vain.

Bing Weixiu had a little surprise on her face, her eyes were full of colorful eyes, and her eyes were frozen on Zhang Heng's face, as if she was confirming the authenticity of the other party.

"Since everyone has arrived, today's banquet officially begins!"

King Wei of Qi patted his hands gently, and a beautiful lady immediately brought wine and food outside the house.

There was no expression on the ghost master's face, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Heng tightly. After a while, he slowly said: "Your cultivation level seems to have not reached the foundation-building stage."

The ghost master's tone was a little hesitant, and it seemed that he was not sure about what he said.

Of course, Zhang Heng's true cultivation cannot be concealed from the cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, unless the other party mistakenly thinks that he is a master in the Dan-Cultivation Stage.

"Haha, there is indeed a gap between the foundation-building period."

Zhang Heng glanced at the ghost master's face with a playful gaze.

When he heard that Zhang Heng had not reached the foundation-building stage, the Ghost Master and King Wei of Qi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the other party has just mastered some kind of secret technique."

The ghost master sneered in his heart, and looked at Zhang Heng with a little contempt.

Zhang Heng saw the expression of the ghost master, calmly looked on his face, poured himself a glass of wine leisurely, and then drank it very simply.

Seeing this, King Wei of Qi was a little surprised and thought to himself, was this man a big man, and he didn't suspect that he was drinking and making trouble.

The ghost master raised his neck and drank wine for a lifetime, and his old face showed a refreshing expression.

After a while, the table in front of Zhang Heng was filled with all kinds of delicacies. Zhang Heng's eyes shimmered slightly. He lifted the chopsticks without hesitation and swallowed them in big mouthfuls.

To be honest, since coming to this world, Zhang Heng has not really had a good meal.

The time in Fanjia Town, the Blood Killing Cave Mansion, I didn’t even put my mind on eating and drinking.

Now that he has arrived in the secular world, he can enjoy it as much as he can. Zhang Heng will definitely not refuse anyone. He has not taken it seriously to cut off the world that cultivators should pay attention to.

In half an hour, Zhang Heng had eaten 70% or 80% of the delicious food on the table. He simply threw the chopsticks aside and held a bear's paw in his hand. At this time, the eating habits were slightly relieved.

While eating, Zhang Heng thought, if this thing is on earth, it will be difficult to eat even if you have money.

Looking at Zhang Heng's appearance of eating voraciously not long ago, King Wei of Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "As long as you stay in the palace, you can eat these delicacies every day, and it's a trick every day."

Zhang Heng put down the bear paw in his hand, wiped the greasy on his hands and mouth with the handkerchief on the table, and said indifferently: "Zhang is a cultivator. There is no difference between eating delicacies and eating vegetables and radishes."

After burping, Zhang Heng poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one go. He found that many people present looked at him like monsters.

The ghost master also looked at Zhang Heng in a little surprised, admiring Zhang Heng's inhumane appetite.

At the royal palace banquet, the wine and food on each guest's table were enough for more than a dozen adult men to eat. Zhang Heng's identity was even more special. There was even a roasted pig on his table.

But in just half an hour, he ate 70% or 80% of the wine and food on the table.

"Is this guy still a human?"

Some people looked at Zhang Heng in amazement, but saw that the other party's belly had not changed at all, and it was still as normal as before.

"Sir Zou, do you immortal cultivators all have such food?"

Ling Tian couldn't help but ask curiously.

Master Zou Xian pondered: "The digestive ability of ordinary immortals is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people, but this is the first time I have seen someone like him who knows how to eat."

Bingwei also opened her beautiful eyes and watched Zhang Heng, who was full of wine and food curiously.

How can Zhang Heng's physique be compared with ordinary people? The skills he practices have the ability to refine all things, and is naturally extremely powerful in terms of digestion.

As time goes by, the people in the Yinghao Palace have almost eaten.

And just then, King Wei of Qi patted his hands gently, and a few smiles appeared on his face.

More than a dozen beautiful dancers suddenly walked into the side door of the hall.

These dancers wore light green short skirts, revealing their white and seductive thighs, holding red silk ribbons, and danced gently in the center of the hall. The slender waists were weak and boneless, making some difficult movements.

At the same time, the musicians at the side door of the main hall also began to play music.

"These dancers were carefully selected by the king. Each woman is no more than twenty years old and she retains her virginity." A warm smile appeared on King Wei of Qi's face.

The tiger immortal master's eyes were lit up, and the thief kept wandering around these dancers, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart that King Wei of Qi actually had such a group of beauties hidden.

Zhang Heng looked calm and began to appreciate these ancient dances.

Although it is much worse than on earth in terms of dubbing, the dancing skills of these dancers made Zhang Heng’s eyes lit up. More importantly, although these dancers’ appearance is not as good as the best beauties Zhang Heng had seen before, they are all excellent.

However, everyone present was extraordinary and would not be easily fascinated by these dancers.

After the song, all the musicians retreated, but the dancers in the hall did not leave.

These dancers' eyes circulate and walk towards their chosen guests.

"Accompany?"

Such a noun popped up in Zhang Heng's mind.

Among them, a dancer happened to walk towards Zhang Heng, showing him a bright smile, and his delicate body naturally touched Zhang Heng.

"Hur! Is this professional level?"

Since there are those who come to the door, Zhang Heng will certainly not pretend to be serious and refuse.

He gently held the dancer's slender and elastic waist with his hands, and glanced over the other person's jade face and found that the woman looked good and showed charming face.

"Yingying will be responsible for serving Mr. Zhang tonight."

Speaking of this, the woman poured a glass of wine for Zhang Heng, and her pair of eyes filled with confusion were staring at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng took the wine glass and drank it all in one go. He touched Yingying's sensitive position with one hand in a humble manner.

"You are so bad!"

Yingying looked at him pretending to be annoying, but her delicate body kept pressing towards Zhang Heng.

King Wei of Qi, who was closest to Zhang Heng, also hugged the dancer beside him, glanced at Zhang Heng gently, and a brighter smile appeared on his face.

The ghost master simply drove away the dancer next to him. Seeing Zhang Heng's appearance of being confused by beauty, he couldn't help but look down on him even more.

"Bingwei, there is no need to be angry about such a person."

Ling Tian dissuaded Bingwei, who was depressed next to her.

Bingwei's eyes were slightly red, her breasts were slightly fluctuating, and she looked at Zhang Heng and the dancer flirting in disappointment.

And at a certain moment, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the green storage bag on Zhang Heng's body, and Ning Xuerong's soft humming sounded in his ears.

Zhang Heng was stunned. Didn’t Ning Xuerong practice here? I would have known that she would have isolated this storage bag.

He quickly pushed away the dancer on his body, and Zhang Heng sent a voice to Ning Xuerong's spiritual sense in the storage bag and said, "Hehe, Xuerong sister, have you not practiced?"

"Brother, you disappointed me so much..."

Ning Xuerong sighed quietly.

Then, a violent white light emanated from the green storage bag. Ning Xuerong, wearing a snow robe, appeared beside Zhang Heng, and her magic weapon, Snow Jade Lotus Platform, was shrouded in a white light.

With a "swish", the Xueyu Lotus Platform carried Ning Xuerong into a white light and flew out of the hall.

"Damn, is this woman jealous?"

Zhang Heng flashed, and he chased outside the hall with a "swish". (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. readnovel., more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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