Counter Soldiers with Arms (2)

The fruit of their tournament win had fallen into her pocket, and Shen Yanxiao smiled jubilantly.

For a banquet, there was naturally no lack of food and drink.

Shen Yanxiao was in a good mood so her appetite was now larger. On the other hand, Elder Wen did not have much appetite. Even though he pretended to be calm on the surface, his gaze would shift towards the door from time to time.

Luo Fan's expression was calm, but there was a trace of sinister intent in his eyes.

"Sister," Lan Fengli suddenly frowned and whispered to Shen Yanxiao.

"Hmm?" Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows.

"A group of experts has come," Lan Fengli narrowed his eyes and said.

Lan Fengli's strength had far exceeded that of a mythical beast, making his perception equal to that of Xiu. That was the reason why Shen Yanxiao wanted to bring him here.

"How many people?" Shen Yanxiao asked without batting an eyelid as she ate.