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The morning light was just beginning to break, the mist in the forest gradually dissipated, and the air was still a little crisp.

There is a Qiping Valley to the south of Fenghuang Mountain, which is backed by a straight mountain wall. The terrain is flat and square, and it looks like a huge chess field, hence the name.

At this moment, the Qiping Valley was crowded with people and noisy.

Because of the grand ceremony, the Qiping Valley was decorated several months ago.

The Eighteen Alliances in Shuzhong is one of the four major business houses, and its financial strength is beyond doubt. It has tidied up the Qiping Valley and decorated it everywhere, and even built more than a dozen bamboo and wooden halls for guests to rest.

In the middle of the valley, facing north and south, a three-meter-high stone platform was built.

The stone platform covers an area of ​​two acres. The most conspicuous thing on it is the eighteen large tripods, which are arranged in three rows, four in the upper, six in the middle and eight in the lower.

In front of the stone platform is a huge square. The ground is repaired and leveled, and rows of bamboo sheds are built. The sheds are filled with tables and chairs.

Hundreds of servants in yellow shirts shuttled back and forth, leading the guests to their corresponding seats.

Shi Feng and his uncle Gan Chu Dao Ren were guests of Pinghu Villa, so they were naturally led to the seats of the Yan family.

The Yan family ranked fourth among the eighteen alliances, and was located on the far right of the first row.

Shi Feng had just sat down when a voice came to his ear, "Do you want to come and sit with me? I have good wine here."

Shi Feng looked in the direction of the voice, and under a shed in the middle of the square, Yun'er was waving at him with a smile.

In the front of the square, of course, was the guest seat of the Mo family, the leader of the eighteen alliances.

To the left of Yun'er was a young man with a black beard on his upper lip, who was Ye Wuji Ye Gongzi.

The two of them represented the Hulu Sect, one of the three super sects, and they also sat in the first row of the main guest seats.

Shi Feng smiled, "Forget it! How can I dare to sit in your row?"

The Yan family prepared the best spiritual tea for the guests, and also had several plates of exquisite cakes.

But the Mo family prepared Shuiyun Valley's osmanthus wine and fist-sized Panlong fruit for the guests. The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of fruit tickled Shi Feng's throat, and he felt that the tea in the cup was bland and tasteless.

While drinking tea, Shi Feng secretly watched. Soon he found the fat Huang Luo among the children of the Huang family next door, and found Kong Siyu, nicknamed "Dead Fish", among the children of the Kong family on the other side.

These are fine. Shi Feng is most concerned about the Shangguan family. If nothing unexpected happens, they will challenge the Yan family in this mountain sacrifice ceremony.

After a while, among the children standing to greet the guests, Shi Feng found the short and fat Shangguan Xun.

Shi Feng looked at him for a long time, and the white fox asked, "What? Is there something wrong with this person?"

Shi Feng sighed, "Yan Wu is right, this person can be called a genius in refining equipment."

The Horned Demon Dragon couldn't help asking, "How do you know he is a genius?"

"Nothing, just based on intuition."

The Horned Demon Dragon continued to ask, "Then why can you intuitively think that he is a genius in refining equipment?"

Shi Feng was a little impatient, "Because I can barely be considered a genius in refining equipment, so I have this feeling."

The Horned Demon Dragon curled his lips, "Based on intuition, I think you are bragging!"

Shi Feng continued to search the crowd, and suddenly he frowned, and found He Bufan among the guests of the Shangguan family, and his nephew He Lianbi was sitting next to him.

Shi Feng nodded to the Taoist Gan Chu next to him. Taoist Gan Chu glanced in the direction and transmitted his voice: "He Bufan is the master invited by the Shangguan family to help this time."

"Master, if you fight against this person, do you have a chance of winning?"

"It's hard to say. My cultivation may be one level higher than his, but we are both weapon masters of the fifth level. Just talking about weapon refining, I'm afraid it's hard to say that I will win."

As he was talking, the horn suddenly sounded long in front of the stage, shaking the four valleys.

The ox horn sounded three times in a row, and the noise in the square suddenly became much quieter.

Sitting on the right side of Taoist Gan Chu was an old man with a long beard, dressed in a half-Taoist and half-vulgar style.

On the way here, Shi Feng had been introduced by Master, and knew that this person was Yu Canghai of Taishan Sect, and was also the helper invited by the Yan family to help in this mountain sacrifice ceremony.

Yu Canghai's background is much stronger than Gan Chu Daoist. He is the direct disciple of Taishan Sect's head master, Zhenren Chuchenzi. As one of the six major sword sects, Taishan Sect is incomparable to Taiji Sect.

However, Taishan Sect and Taiji Sect have close contacts. Gan Chu Daoist and Yu Canghai are both masters of refining weapons and have a good personal relationship. This time, Yueyan Tiejing, who repaired the sword dance map, wanted to exchange with Yu Canghai.

Yu Canghai is quite talkative and whispered, "The time has come. It's time to pay respect to the mountain."

The guests below the stage stood up one after another. In fact, the guests who watched the ceremony did not need to stand up. However, as the horn sounded, four cultivators walked onto the stage. One of them was fifty years old, only six feet tall, with half white hair and beard, but a ruddy face, and his cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul realm.

The Nascent Soul ancestor stood upright, and the Golden Core Foundation Building cultivators below the stage dared not sit still.

Shi Feng asked in a low voice: "Is this the ancestor of the Mo family?"

Gan Chu Daoist said "hmm".

Standing next to the ancestor of the Mo family were the clan leaders of the other three clans of the upper four clans. The clan leader of Pinghu Villa was Master Yan Er.

The second clan in the upper clan was the Huang family. The head of the Huang family was named Huang Zhuxuan. There was a bamboo character in his name, but his weight of more than 300 kilograms had nothing to do with bamboo.

Shi Feng smiled secretly. He had seen Huang Luo, the eldest son of the Huang family, in Shuiyun Valley Restaurant before. He was also so "honest". It turned out that the son inherited his father's business.

Huang Zhuxuan's accomplice was an ordinary middle-aged man.

Taoist Qianchu frowned, "Is this the head of the Kong family? Why is it not the same person as last time?" He asked Yu Zanghai who was next to him.

Yu Zanghai replied softly, "Oh, this is the new patriarch of the Kong family. He just took office last month. The original patriarch was old and didn't have much life left, so he retired and became the chief elder."

There were monks filing out from behind the stage, lining up behind the ancestors of the Mo family. There were three rows in total. They were the heads of the eighteenth family.

Shi Feng saw that the leader of the second row was a purple-faced old man. He was short in stature and had a formidable demeanor. He should be Shangguan Wenhe, the head of the Shangguan family.

The ancestor of the Mo family cleared his throat, "Dear distinguished guests, dear friends..."

His voice was not loud, but everyone in the square, no matter far or near, could hear his voice clearly as if he were speaking across from him.

"...Everyone has traveled thousands of miles to participate in the mountain worship ceremony. My eighteenth generation family is in full bloom. I and all the family heads would like to thank you very much!"

He cupped his fists and bowed in all directions, and everyone in the audience returned the bow, some cheering and some rushing to flatter him.

"Ancestor, you're welcome!"

"It is our honor to participate in today's grand event!"

The ancestor of the Mo family extended his hand to the left and said, "I will introduce some distinguished guests to you, please."

As the ancestor of the Mo family finished speaking, a burly middle-aged man walked onto the stage. It was Nie Qianxiong, the master of the Xuanding Sect and the examiner of the weapon refiner test.

"This is Fellow Daoist Nie of the Xuanding Sect, Nie Qianxiong. Fellow Daoist Nie is the proud disciple of Sect Master Xiao. It's really a huge honor to condescend to come to Shuzhong today."

Yu Zanghai chuckled softly and said, "The Xuanding Sect didn't even send an elder, only the master of the Jindan Hall. How can it be considered as giving face?"

Taoist Qianchu said, "Haha, so Patriarch Mo never mentioned his identity as the hall master, only that he was a disciple of Sect Master Xiao."

Nie Qianxiong smiled and clasped his fists, "You're welcome, Senior Mo! We are close neighbors in Shuzhong and Shennong Mountain. You and I both came from the Wanling Sect at the same time. With this double close relationship, we can still be considered our own people."

Yu Zanghai lowered his voice a little lower, "Brother Qianchu, did you hear the implication of Nie Qianxiong's words? This man keeps saying that the Eighteenth League of Shuzhong and the Xuanding Sect are close neighbors of the same clan, and he wants the Eighteenth League to be his own!"

"It seems that after all these years, the Xuanding Sect's ambition to annex the Eighteen Leagues of Shu is still alive."

The ancestor of the Mo family remained calm and said calmly: "Fellow Daoist Nie is so flattering. The Xuanding Sect is one of the three super sects in the Qin Dynasty and the leader of the weapon refining sect. How can we dare to compare him to that?"

Nie Qianxiong said, "The mountain sacrifice ceremony is a grand event in Sichuan. My master personally wrote a congratulatory letter and asked Nie to bring it over."

The ancestor of the Mo family said hurriedly: "Sect Master Xiao is so flattering, I am really frightened. I would like to have Friend Nie read it out, and we will listen attentively to the instructions."

Nie Qianxiong took out a manuscript from his arms and did not open it. Instead, he raised the manuscript above his head and said respectfully, "Everyone will listen to the instruction of the sect leader; the position of the sect leader will not be easy for generations; the order of the sect master will be carried out even if death is necessary." ”

In the bones of the black turtle, Shi Feng sighed, "Will Sect Master Xiao become numb to death after listening to these flattery words every day?"

"You know nothing!" Horned Demon Dragon grinned, "These high-minded people really like these words. After listening to them, not only do they not feel numb, but the pores all over their bodies feel comfortable.

There are all kinds of people in this world, some are power-hungry, others are lustful.

Just like you, Little Shitou, you send messages to Senior Sister Qin every day, talking to each other, and what you say makes goosebumps fall on the floor, but you still giggle and enjoy it while watching. When did you think those words were disgusting..."

Shi Feng couldn't bear it and said angrily, "Why do you always start talking nonsense before finishing two or three serious sentences? Also, you said that some people are powerful and some are lustful, and then you use me as an example. Give me that. explain!"