The rising sun leaps out of the clouds, and the golden light pierces the sea of ​​clouds. The mountain gate, which was originally filled with misty clouds, seemed to be coated with golden light, illuminating the golden avenue inside.

The mountain gate opens to welcome guests from afar!

Obviously, there are distinguished guests about to come, but Wujimen has been expected.

Even at this time, two black-robed disciples were waiting here in front of the mountain gate. These were introductory disciples of Wuji Sect, but they were not others, but the ancestor Hua Gun and the ancestor Peng Dao.

"Old Ancestor Peng Dao, we are so old that we are really unhappy to serve tea and wine to those younger generations."

The ancestor of Hua Gun reached out and slapped the treasure bag, took out a jar of spiritual wine from it, and smiled and said, "Why don't we drink two glasses here too?"

"Ancestor Hua Gun, this is not good!"

While the ancestor Peng Dao was speaking, his eyes were already looking at the jar of spiritual wine. He found that the jar of spiritual wine of the ancestor Hua Gun was of good quality, so he couldn't help but lick his lips, and his tone became a little insincere.

"We are here to wait for the true king of Yuheng. He is the lord of the Seven Star Hall. If you delay drinking and delay reception, you will lose the dignity of the sect."

"Not it, just drink two drinks, can't this little thing be done?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of Hua Gun reached out to pat the Kaifeng mud, and the fragrance of the wine suddenly floated out. He laughed and said, "Besides, this spiritual wine is brewed by Wanhua Pavilion, but it doesn't get any cheaper in the sect, so there will be no problem."

The ancestor Peng Dao's nose moved slightly, and the drunken fragrance of the spiritual wine came to his nose. He stopped talking at once. He had no other hobbies from the ancestor Hua Gun. He was the best thing in his life. He also poured wine for others today, and he had long been addicted to alcohol.

At this moment, these two ancestors were not particular about it. They sat on the ground in front of the mountain gate and began to push the cups and drink the wine.

"Ancestor Hua Gun, what ingredients do you add to your spiritual wine are really domineering!"

"Actually, this wine is not for people to drink."

"What, what do you mean?"

"This is the medicinal wine brewed by me personally. It was originally prepared for the monsters. It can be captured alive after being flipped."

"For the beast, then you can take it out and drink it?"

"The birds are about to fade out of their mouths, so I don't care about anything I drink."

...

At this moment, the two ancestors were drinking happily, but before they knew it, more than half of the jar of spiritual wine went down.

The grade of this jar of spiritual wine is not low, and it is equipped with special medicines, which are specially used to anesthetize high-level spiritual beasts. Even though the two ancestors had a high level of cultivation, they could not bear it and soon became drunk.

"Brother, look at the sky, isn't there a great Buddha?"

"With such a big belly, could it be Maitreya Buddha?"

"Not to say, it's really a bit like that?"

"Go to your favor?"

"No worship!"

The two ancestors could not straighten their tongues, but just as they were discussing endlessly, the light suddenly became dim, and the big Buddha in the sky landed on the ground, standing in front of them with his hands behind his back, a majestic aura poured out, and even the surrounding plants and trees began to tremble.

"I am the Master of Yuheng, the Lord of Yuheng Mansion in the Seven Star Palace. I will send you the head of your sect to greet you."

The sound rolled in, like a bolt from the blue, falling into the ears of the two ancestors, and immediately sobered them halfway.

"True King Yuheng, you're waiting for you."

The old ancestor of Hua Gun quickly got up, reached out and patted the soil on his body, and rushed forward.

"The head of the sect really expected things. If he had known that the lord of the mansion was coming, he would have asked us to wait here in advance."

The true king of Yuheng frowned slightly, couldn't help but look down at him, and said with a slow expression: "You two are waiting here, are you elders of Wuji Sect?"

"No, no!"

Old Ancestor Peng Dao waved his hand quickly and said honestly: "We are both low-key and are just introductory disciples."

"Introduction disciple?"

The true King Yuheng's face sank, and he said unhappily: "I thought I was so good at cheating. You are all in the late stage of the Jindan cultivation, but how can you be the entry disciples?"

"How dare you? How dare you?"

The ancestor of Hua Gun said he didn't dare, but said, "The promotion of this disciple is based on potential. Although our cultivation is not weak, our potential is not very good. Moreover, the age is approaching, so just the disciples of the school will never dare to deceive the master of the palace?"

"What?"

King Yuheng's face looked ugly and gritted his teeth and said, "I am here to visit Mangshan. If you don't greet him personally, you will only send two introductory disciples to come. Isn't that right?"

"True King Yuheng, can't you say that?"

It may also be because of drinking that the ancestor Hua Gun and the ancestor Peng Dao suddenly became courageous. Even when facing the true king of the Nascent Soul in the Seven Star Hall, they were not as respectful as gods as before.

"If the honored guests come to the door, there will be a guardian elder to greet you, but you don't look like you."

"That's right, today's our leader's Nascent Soul Ceremony, this festive day of celebration, isn't you here to cause trouble, right?"

Even though the king Yuheng was extremely enchanted, he was so angry that he was filled with smoke from his orifices. A scattered murderous intent flashed across his face, and he couldn't help but attack on the spot.

"True King Yuheng, we are just introductory disciples. You shouldn't be skeptical about us, right?"

"That's right, the dignified Seven Star Palace Master, don't you want to kill the disciples to vent your hatred, right?"

"Anyway, our deadline is approaching, and it's the same as dying early and late. It's better to make the Yuheng Mansion famous."

...

The two ancestors who were not afraid of death looked like two rascals, and there was still a little respectful look?

Judging from that situation, even if you die, you will be despised.

"Kill you, it will ruin my hands."

The eyes of the True King Yuheng were almost spitting fire, but it still suppressed the fire, and the cold sound squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth.

"lead the way!"

It's just two drunks, so there's no need to argue with them, anyway, the account will be settled sooner or later.

Although the position of the Seven Star Hall is not as good as that of the King of Qin, the difference is not very far. No matter where you walk, you will kneel down and greet each other. Unexpectedly, the Wuji Gate is so rampant, which is simply ignorant.

However, it doesn't matter. When he sees the Wuji True King, he will definitely let him know the power of the Seven Star Palace.

The True King of the Nascent Soul is also divided into high and low. The True King of the Wuji is far from being a new player.

Because of this, the true king of Yuheng traveled alone to Mount Mang. He wanted to make the true king of Wuji bow down in front of everyone and obeyed the orders of Yuheng Mansion from then on.

If you don’t obey, you will be killed without mercy!

At this time, the ancestor Hua Gun and the ancestor Peng Dao were leading the way, but they were indeed drunk. Walking at the foot of the mountain at Houtu Peak, they were blown by the bitter mountain wind, and the alcohol immediately surged up and fell a little when they walked.

"Damn it!"

The true king of Yuheng was so angry that he was furious, but he had no choice but to give up the two of them and rushed towards the top of the peak alone.

The sound of the piano and the music of the drums are noisy, and the peaks are very lively at this time.

There were hundreds of seats present, hundreds of monks laughing and drinking happily, making them happy. Hundreds of Wuji disciples came one after another, serving fruits, delicacies and spiritual wine at the banquet, just like a banquet restaurant, which was very lively.

"One more comes, please come here!"

As soon as King Yuheng reached the top of the peak, a disciple came forward with a smile and led him to the table.

"Shusheng Xialiang, the head of Shushan Sect, doesn't know what sect he is with?"

Shusheng Liang looked like a spring breeze, and moved slightly into the seat, allowing the empty seat beside him.

"Seven Star Palace!"

However, the true King Yuheng was not under his seat, but just spoke these three words with a cold expression.

"I haven't heard of it, but it doesn't matter."

Liang Shusheng said with a kindness on his face and said with a smile: "I believe that under the care of the True King of Wuji, your sect will definitely grow and grow."

"What?"

The true king of Yuheng was angry, but he could no longer suppress it. He roared over the banquet to the ground and let out a roar like a mad lion.

"Don't ask the heavens, where is it?"

This sound suddenly exploded in the air like a rolling thunder. The noise of the audience suddenly stopped. It was so quiet that the needle could be heard, but soon the sound of scolding came.

"Bold, which sect is from, how can you shout the name of Wuji Zhenwang?"

"It's outrageous. Why don't you kneel down immediately and beg for mercy to the true king of Wuji?"

"Crazy, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of the true king of Wuji?"

...

"court death!"

The lungs of the True King Yuheng were almost irritated. In his long years of cultivation, he had never had such a shame?

This was completely different from what he expected. He thought that after climbing Mount Mang, when he heard his identity as the Lord of Yuheng Mansion, the so-called Wuji True King dared not say that he was bowing his head, but he was definitely respectful.

No one dares to offend the Seven Star Palace. For tens of thousands of years, no one has ever been there.

Therefore, the true king of Yuheng was really angry. The Seven Star Palace claimed to be a famous sect. As the lord of Yuheng Mansion, he certainly could not slaughter those low-level cultivators. All the shame he had encountered before was counted on the head of Wuji Sect.
To be continued...