Chapter 475: Old friends reunion
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It's noon now.
Everyone in Lingyun College was eating in a single room in Fengxian Building.
As the largest hotel in Jiuyao City, Fengxian Building naturally has a room that can accommodate more than forty people.
Fan Chengtian seemed to perceive something, and the chopsticks holding the food stopped in midair.
He raised his head and looked in one direction.
"Dean, what's the matter?" Murong Haitang next to him noticed Fan Chengtian's movements and asked in confusion.
The students also cast curious glances.
Only Xuan Que was still in the battle to destroy the food in front of him.
She felt that the food outside was so delicious!
In Lingyun College, I have never eaten such delicious food!
Lingguo or something, how could the taste be comparable to the dishes cooked by chef Fengxianlou.
Fan Chengtian retracted his gaze, brought the food into his mouth, and stood up: "An old friend is here. You can eat it first. I will go back to the past."
After all, Fan Chengtian left his seat and stepped out.
There was no horrible fluctuation of spiritual power, and his body instantly disappeared in place, as if it had never existed.
"The dean's old friend? Has someone with big influence come to Jiuyao City?" Murong Haitang guessed.
"Huh? Why don't you eat?" Xuan Que finally noticed the quiet atmosphere around her, raised her head curiously, her mouth greasy.
"Yes, yes! Eat!" Gu Yunxi was active.
"That's the dean's business, it has nothing to do with us, just eat." Murong Haitang smiled.
In the room, the previous activity was restored...
"Wait." Yao Huichen suddenly stopped.
The rest of Yaogu was puzzled.
The third elder was about to ask a question, and then closed his mouth.
Because in front of them, the space was directly torn apart, and an old man appeared.
The elder touches it at will, and the space is restored directly.
Everything seems easy-going and simple, there is no difference at all.
However, the pupils of the six elders suddenly shrank.
Even ordinary venerables can't do this and other methods!
Yao Huichen waved his hand, indicating that everyone shouldn't be nervous.
Among the people in Medicine Valley, there are a few Venerables, and a few asked.
It is extremely easy to shield the perception of ordinary cultivators.
So no one noticed what happened here...
"Big Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for decades, don't come here unharmed!" Fan Chengtian said with a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha, no matter what. Your days in Lingyun Academy must have been more comfortable than mine!" Yao Huichen's face was full of smiles.
In Tianlan Continent, few people know that Yao Huichen and Fan Chengtian are like brothers.
Maybe it was because they had been in trouble for a long time, they also felt boring, so they developed separately.
Because they were obsessed with their own interests, and the distance was too far, the two had never had a chance to meet after so many years.
Now the old friends meet again, as if there are endless words.
"Go, let's talk, brothers." Fan Chengtian smiled.
"That's natural." Yao Huichen nodded, "It just happens that I'm okay, and I have refined some great wines that the venerable can't resist. Today, you and my brother, you won't be drunk or return!"
"Oh? Is there such a good thing?" Fan Chengtian's eyes lit up suddenly.
As a venerable person, it is far beyond the scope of ordinary people.
The ordinary wine business will not have any influence on them, let alone being drunk.
This is the first time Fan Chengtian has heard of this kind of wine that can make the Venerable drunk.
"Haha, you must drink up all your inventory today!" Fan Chengtian laughed.
"Then see if you have such a big appetite!" Yao Huichen said with a smile.
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