Chen Yan'er, who was sitting on the top of her admiring, looked a little reluctant, and said a few words to Xue Wuya. After getting the other party's nodding and agreeing, she stood up slowly.

She floated to the middle of the dancers, sang and danced in the melodious sound. While waving her long sleeves, she cast a low-level spell at the fire attribute, and the air around her immediately heated up.

The dancers all had a touch of emotion on their faces, and they immediately restrained their minds and performed hard. They were neatly moved. When their colorful clothes were flying, their slender waists were swaying. When the wonderful appearance was full of beauty, the silk sleeves were exposed, which was full of audio-visual entertainment.

Chen Yan'er was not only kind-hearted, but also had a beautiful dance move. The guests cheered and applauded. The female disciples serving behind her poured wine to serve her, and the atmosphere became lively.

At the same time, seventy or eighty Feiyun Sect disciples stood silently in front of the mountain gate of Feiyun Sect.

The ice and snow were flying, the cold wind was howling, and they stood silently. I don’t know how long it took? The snow on their clothes was covered with a thick layer.

Among these disciples, there were eleven inner disciples above the high level of Qi Refining, and the other sixty-six were outer disciples above the sixth level of Qi Refining. They looked solemn, and everyone's eyes fell on the man in front.

It was a middle-aged monk with a beard all over his face. His left sleeve was floating in the breeze, and it was empty inside. It was Zhu Ziming, a disciple of Feiyun Sect.

Zhu Ziming looked around, and a majestic look appeared in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Junior brothers, what is the way of heaven? The fist is the way of heaven! Among all the cultivation sects in Qinghe County, our Feiyun Sect is the way of heaven, but the Wuji Sect in Mangshan is the way of heaven, which violates the way of heaven, so our Feiyun Sect will impose sanctions!"

Speaking of this, he raised his voice and said, "Elder Miao of this sect passed down a strict order, and I will lead you to Wuji Gate of Mangshan to erase their Taoist throne in Qinghe County."

"No!" Hundreds of monks shouted in unison, and the wind and snow were filled with a fierce murderous aura.

Yanqiu Mountain, Qingling Peak, drums and music are noisy, singing and dancing are peaceful, and a festive and peaceful atmosphere is filled with joy and peace.

The guests who came to celebrate the birthday present the birthday gift. The world of cultivation is completely different from the world. They attach great importance to the empty rituals of reciprocity. The registered internal affairs elders of Qinglingmen will sing a promise loudly whenever they receive a gift:

"President Li of Huaxian Sect gave a gift: twenty-five lower-grade spirit stones!"

"The head of the Shushan School, Master Liang, gave a gift: twenty-three lower-grade spirit stones!"

"The head of the sword sect gave a gift: twenty-two lower-grade spirit stones!"

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The Qi Refining Sect is not wealthy at all and has to worry about the sect's offerings every year. It is rare and precious to be able to squeeze out such a number of spiritual stone gifts. If Xue Wuya had not been respected, there were many people in the Qi Refining Sect, and he would not have thought of such treatment.

Even Xue Wuya felt quite proud and thanked the monks who presented the gifts with blushed face. He would silently remember all the monks who came to congratulate the birthday ceremony and wait for the opportunity to return the gift in the future.

Mo Wentian gave an order, and Ye Hanting walked forward and presented a congratulatory gift.

The elder of the Interior picked up the gift list casually, his hands trembled, and almost dropped the gift list on the ground. He was sure to look at it again, and his expression was shocked. After a long time, he sang a loud voice:

"The leader of Wuji Sect gave a gift: 200 lower-grade spiritual stones, 100 Yijin Pills, ten jars of Linggu wine, and five kilograms of Ling tea!"

Shock! Deeply shocked! The originally noisy square was instantly quiet and the needles were heard. Almost all monks looked incredible, and they looked at the young faces in the crowd.

The Wuji Gate was so respectful? Everyone was unexpected. Liang Shusheng and Fei Zhenyu looked at each other and saw an inexplicable look of shock on each other's face. Li Wangqing frowned without saying a word, but his expression was thoughtful. Almost everyone's mind was only a thought flashed through what was going on in Wuji Gate?

Xue Wuya looked excited and hurriedly walked to Mo Wentian and whispered: "Master Mo, is this gift really too heavy? Should I take it back as a disciple's need to practice? I am a personal favor! What do you think?"

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly and said seriously: "President Xue, when Wuji Sect was destroyed, almost all sects could be bullied. Only Master Xue spoke righteously and helped him! A real man clearly had a distinct grudge. He repaid his kindness and revenge. He must repay his kindness with gratitude and revenge with revenge!

Xue Wuya disagreed and said, "Master Mo, I have always been a matter of facts, and the so-called helping hand is just a small task, so why bother to do this?"

Mo Wentian laughed and said, "President Xue, who was in the Qingqing Sect, had hundreds of low-grade spirit stones, and Master Xue said he would give it to him. Is there any slight ruling?"

Xue Wuya smiled bitterly and shook his head, knowing that he was just saying, and he promised solemnly: "Today there will be a Wuji Sect gift, and Qingling Sect will definitely not let it go in the future!"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly and looked at Xue Wuya with a glance, and everything was silent.

In the melodious singing and dancing, two hours after the banquet, the head of Qingling Sect seemed to be a little overwhelmed and had already gone to rest.

Mo Wentian was drinking alone, and Huo Yuanchen, the eldest disciple of Qingling Sect, suddenly walked forward and said with his ears: "Master Mo, please follow him down in the hall. Master Xue has something to discuss!"

Mo Wentian couldn't help but turn his head and looked at it. Sure enough, the heads of several sects such as Li Wangqing of Huaxian Sect, Liang Shusheng of Shushan Sect, Fei Zhenyu of Daojian Sect, and others were no longer visible. They were obviously invited by the Qingling Sect disciples. They felt enlightened and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for fellow Taoist Lauhuo leading the way ahead!"

"Master Mo, please!" Huo Yuanchen responded respectfully, walking in front of him to lead the way. The two of them walked through the Yanqing Square and into the Qingling Hall. There was a huge flower and bird screen in the hall. After walking around, they walked into a narrow passage. Following the dim stone steps, there was a thick stone door. Huo Yuanchen twisted the mechanism on the stone wall. The stone door opened and the light suddenly lit up.

After walking in, there was a secret room with a large space, with six people sitting quietly inside!

Except for Xue Wuya, the head of Qingling Sect, who was sitting in the middle, he knew all the other five people, and they were all guests who had just congratulated the gifts. In addition to Li Wangqing, the head of Huaxian Sect, Liang Shusheng, the head of Shushan Sect, and Fei Zhenyu, the head of Daojian Sect, there were even Zhao Tiange, the head of Talang Sect, and Cao Dezheng, the head of Dongshan Sect.

The six sect masters sat silently, like a silent stone statue. Huo Yuanchen waved his hand and led Mo Wentian to sit in the seat before he slowed down from the stone gate.

Mo Wentian closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to sense it. Suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he quickly restrained his spiritual sense and silently remained silent.

Fei Zhenyu of the sword sect couldn't help but speak, "President Xue, why haven't that big man come here yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone gate was opened, and two figures in black cloaks walked in quietly, sitting on the empty seat on the upper mattress, as if two ghosts were walking in, silent like deadly.

Li Wangqing of Huaxian Sect frowned and said, "The two fellow Taoists entrusted the leader Xue to summon us here, but why don't they show their true face?"

The man sitting in the upper head suddenly burst into laughter and said loudly: "Li Wangqing, ten years ago, when I went to Huaxian Sect to visit Master Wu, you were just a disciple who served tea, but I didn't expect that things have changed and people have become the lord of a school!"

His voice was calm and powerful, like a tiger roaring a dragon, echoing in the small secret room, as if the walls were about to vibrate.

"The real person who builds the foundation!" Li Wangqing, Liang Shusheng, and Fei Zhenyu looked at each other, and an inexplicable look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Mo Wentian had already used insight to learn the identity of the visitor, but what surprised him was that Cao Dezheng from the Dongshan Sect and Zhao Tiange from the Trailing Sect had never changed, as if he had already known who the visitor was? But it made people feel strange.

Li Wangqing frowned and thought about the master of the voice carefully. His expression suddenly changed drastically. He cried out: "Are you the leader of Qingyuan Pavilion?"

"What? Master Jia!" Liang Shusheng and Fei Zhenyu reacted and all looked at the man in black robe, obviously trying to identify his movements from his figure.

The man laughed loudly like a bell, and suddenly took off the black cloak on his head. Under the light of the night pearls around the secret room, an old man with a long hair and a young face appeared. His eyes were bright and he laughed loudly: "No, right! I am Jia Sidao!"

Li Wangqing and the other two were shocked. More than ten years ago, Jia Sidao had become a cultivator of Qi Refining Great Perfection, and was also a third-level alchemist. Qingyuan Pavilion was influential in Qinghe County, but Jia Sidao has always acted in a low-key manner and is indifferent to the disputes between the sects. He only knows seclusion and practice and alchemy, so it is the most mysterious among the heads of Qinghe County.

But two years ago, the Qingyuan Pavilion actually disappeared in Qinghe County, and the disciples of the sect were completely gone. No one knew where Jia Sidao went? Qingyuan Pavilion gradually became history and settled in the hearts of the monks of Qinghe County. However, what Li Wangqing and the other three people did not expect was that in two years, Jia Sidao became a foundation-building real person. It was unique in Qinghe County within a hundred years.

Li Wangqing calmed down and said with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that it would be a blessing for Qinghe County to successfully build the foundation after not seeing you for two years!"

Shusheng Liang and Fei Zhenyu immediately reacted, but were afraid of falling behind Li Wangqing, so they quickly bowed and congratulated each other with envious expressions.

At this moment, Mo Wentian looked at him slantedly, but saw Zhao Tiange and Cao Dezheng smiling, as if they were not surprised by this.

Jia Sidao stroked his long beard under his jaw and laughed: "Several leaders, since I successfully built the foundation, I have moved to Qinghe County. I have been lucky enough to successfully build the foundation and proclaimed myself to be the true person of Qingyuan!"

Mo Wentian frowned and said nothing, but he understood a little. He knew that Jia Sidao and Zhao Zhengyang were both disciples of the Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators. In the past two years, he had carefully searched the information of the Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators, but finally knew something.
Chapter completed!