He was dressed in a black martial robe, with a mysterious and unpredictable temperament and perfect facial features, like a favorite of heaven. A pair of eyes that looked like the universe and the stars were surging with a faint smile.

He was a modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.

Seeing Fan Zhuiyang at this moment, it was hard for you to imagine that the man in front of you was one of the top geniuses of the younger generation of the Shenhuang Dynasty, and the runner-up of the twelve dragons in the royal capital!

But if you perceive it deeply, you can still vaguely feel Fan Zhuiyang's loneliness and mystery. This was not intentional, but it seemed that he was born like this, which only made people feel awe.

The remaining dragons all looked over at this moment, and they didn't seem to expect Fan Zhuiyang to suddenly find Ye Wuque here.

For Fan Zhuiyang's sudden approach and invitation, Ye Wuque did not feel any hidden hostility, but a faint sincerity.

"Okay."

Ye Wuque nodded slowly, but then said: "But it is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Since everyone is here, why not be together?"

The "everyone" in Ye Wuque's sentence naturally refers to the seven dragons present.

"Okay!"

Fan Zhuiyang replied with a smile, and seemed very happy.

The other dragons would naturally not refuse. No one knew what kind of battle they would face next. At this moment, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to get drunk was also a kind of relaxation.

Soon, the seven dragons and Ye Wuque sat together, and Wang Shian was responsible for preparing wine and food.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all!

"Good wine!"

Fan Zhuiyang put down the wine glass and smiled faintly.

"It's really good wine. Except for the banquet to welcome His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, Linghui hasn't drunk for a long time..."

Meng Linghui opened her red lips, exuding amazing charm.

Ye Wuque didn't speak, but his face also showed a touch of love for wine.

"I'm very happy..."

Fan Zhuiyang held the wine glass, and a touch of sincere joy and happiness surged on his perfect face at this moment. His eyes looked at Ye Wuque with a burning meaning!

It was as if a peerless swordsman who had been lonely and invincible for half his life finally found an opponent who could make him excited and strong enough!

"A man like Brother Ye has appeared in the capital again!"

"The strongest king who defeated the Soul Devouring Clan! Such a record, even Fan is in awe!"

"I am really excited now! After waiting for so many years, I finally got an opponent who makes me excited, even a little nervous and afraid!"

"God knows how much I want to have a hearty battle with you, Brother Ye!"

Fan Zhuiyang stared at Ye Wuque with a fierce gaze, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He actually said such words so directly.

However, Fan Zhuiyang obviously did not take the other six dragons seriously, and only recognized Ye Wuque, but the other six dragons did not show any resentment or unwillingness

! Including Meng Linghui, who ranked third, everyone's face was very calm, as if they felt that Fan Zhuiyang's words... were natural!

Wang Shian, who was pouring wine for Ye Wuque, paused slightly!

Is Fan Zhuiyang going to fight Master Ye?

However, seeing Master Ye's calm face and previous record, Wang Shian silently mourned for Fan Zhuiyang in his heart.

With the current strength of Grandmaster Ye... Hehe!

"Hehe, Brother Fan is simple and direct."

Picking up the full wine glass, Ye Wuque took a sip and said with a smile.

Ye Wuque didn't hate Fan Zhuiyang's simple and direct words, because he could feel that Fan Zhuiyang's words were indeed full of sincerity and desire!

This is a pious cultivation genius, who has a desire for the strong!

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Brother Ye."

Fan Zhuiyang also smiled faintly, and his eyes seemed to have regained their depth.

"Mr. Ye, don't you know that Brother Fan is a famous martial arts fanatic among us, and he likes to fight with the strong the most. If you don't believe me, Mr. Ye, ask, which of the twelve dragons in the royal capital has not been beaten by Brother Fan?"

Meng Linghui's clear voice sounded, with a teasing meaning, and the other dragons also showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

Especially Yuwen Shang, his face was sad, as if it was an unbearable memory.

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, and he seemed to think of something. He looked at Fan Zhuiyang and said, "I'm very curious. Brother Fan's tone carries a kind of loneliness and solitude of having no opponent, but as far as I know, among the twelve dragons in the royal capital, Brother Fan is the runner-up, ranking second. Before you, there should be a more powerful first person. Shouldn't this person be the one that you, Brother Fan, want to defeat? How come there is no opponent?"

Ye Wuque still had a hint of curiosity about the person who ranked first among the twelve dragons in the royal capital!

A person called a "monster" is naturally worth being curious about.

As soon as these words came out, the originally relaxed and cheerful atmosphere suddenly stagnated slightly!

Fan Zhuiyang quietly grasped the cup, and then gently loosened it, and a faint bitter smile slowly appeared on that perfect handsome face.

If Fan Zhuiyang showed a bitter smile, then the other dragons, in addition to the bitter smile, had a faint fear in their eyes, or even despair, including Meng Linghui!

The changes in the expressions of the seven dragons naturally did not escape Ye Wuque's eyes, but made him even more curious!

Just by mentioning the dragon ranked first, the seven most talented and brilliant Tianjiaomen of the younger generation of the Shenhuang Dynasty would all show such expressions?

Interesting!

Fan Zhuiyang gently put down the wine glass in his hand, but the bitter smile on his face did not disappear. He looked at Ye Wuque and sighed softly before speaking: "Brother Ye, you may not know that although my last name is 'Fan', the name Fan Zhuiyang, especially the two words 'Zhuiyang', is not my real name, but I changed it later." Instead

of directly answering Ye Wuque's question, Fan Zhuiyang talked about the story of his own name.

"Changed?"

Ye Wuque's eyes were slightly stunned.

"That's right! It was changed. The reason why it was changed to 'Zhuiyang' is because the one in front of me has the last name... Yang!!"