In the Taiyi Pavilion of Changshan City, the bell rang suddenly, and it was endless, and there was a strong atmosphere.

The annual Rising Sun Ritual Conference has officially begun!

The Great Xia Kingdom worships the sun, and they believe that only those who have been permeating the Rising Sun Sacrifice have the qualifications to tame the sacred relics, so the major families have set up their own annual Rising Sun Sacrifice Refining Conference, using various elixirs to create the effect of the Rising Sun Sacrifice and Refinement, so that some outstanding disciples can be tempered. And the higher the ranking, the more it determines the status of these participants in the family.

Therefore, the importance of the Sacrifice Conference is not trivial.

When Fan Xueli walked into the Taiyi Pavilion, he quickly noticed that in front of him on the left, Fan Yinwen was standing proudly, his eyes were cold, staring at Fan Xueli like eating people, and he was still muttering: "Waste!" Obviously, he wanted to deliberately provoke Fan Xueli here.

After the dispute just now, the more Fan Yinwen thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so at this moment, his face deliberately had a mocking sneer.

Fan Xueli just passed by the other party lightly, and said in a language as light as a breeze: "Childish." ”

Now this is the Fan family's sacrificial meeting, the Fan family has strict rules, once a mistake is made, both parties are responsible, Fan Yinwen actually wants to provoke himself for his own selfish desires, it is really stupid.

Hearing this, Fan Yinwen's whole person was almost about to explode, he felt like he had been slapped in the face, almost lost his mind, he thought that he was the king of this Rising Sun Sacrifice Conference, and he was actually humiliated by an ant-like figure, this breath was almost unbearable!

Just at this moment, a low voice suddenly came from behind him!

As soon as the voice came out, Fan Yinwen's whole body was cold, and he said distractedly: "Elder Fan?" At this time, he lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

A long-bearded old man in front of him is Fan Bocan, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Fan family, who has the title of iron-faced ruthlessness in the family, and anyone who violates the precepts will inevitably enforce the law, and there will be no connivance.

Fan Bocan's eyes showed a hint of coldness, everything was in his eyes just now, if Fan Yinwen was obsessed again, he wouldn't mind directly removing Fan Yinwen from this qualification.

And he looked at Fan Xueli's back, revealing a little surprise, whether it was bearing, style, or cultivation, this Fan Xueli seemed to have transformed, it was really an incomparable sea.

Fan Xue walked to the middle of the Taiyi Pavilion by himself, his eyes swept over it, but his brows were slightly condensed, because he noticed that this time on the stage, his father was not present.

My mother once said that I should be very careful of my father, why is it?

At this moment, an old man in red gold armor stood up on the stage.

The armor on his body was red gold, but there was an awe-inspiring aura on his body, which made people unable to face it, so they could only bow their heads.

The surroundings became unusually silent.

He is the elder of the Fan family, Song Mengquan.

In the Fan family, although his realm is only the five realms of the flesh, he has an irreversible relationship with the eldest lady, and even in a certain sense, he is the spokesperson of the eldest lady.

Fan Xue stared at him, with his eyes, it was naturally not difficult to see the flaws in the cultivation techniques on the other party's body, his Qi Sea and Golden Crow were both cover doors, as long as he hit these two places with the Ten Thousand Fire Seal, he could seriously injure the other party.

But somehow, he felt that there was a cold killing intent hidden in the shadows on the other party's body, which made him shudder.

This person is definitely not as simple as it seems!

At this time, Song Mengquan looked around and said in a deep voice: "The world is in chaos, and all demon foxes are born, but Changshan City is guarded by the Fan patriarch, so no demon fox dares to enter the city to make trouble! But the future generation still depends on you, I believe that you will break through to the eightfold body in the future, become a martial arts god monarch, and dominate the world!"

As long as you reach the point of practicing qi, you will have the qualifications to run rampant in the world, and you will be called the Martial Dao Divine Monarch, which is naturally the dream of countless people.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but boil with enthusiasm, and even Fan Xueli's heart moved.

Song Mengquan continued: "I announce that the top ten will all get the Quenching Pill, and the first place will not only get the Quenching Pill, but also the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu given by the Fan family. ”

Hearing this, everyone was even more in an uproar, everyone was eager for the Quenching Pill, but the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu is extremely rare, it is a high-grade elixir, with a powerful healing effect, such a treasure, I am afraid that it will cost tens of thousands of taels of silver to buy!

Hearing this, Fan Xue's centrifugal head shook suddenly!

It's actually a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu!

Although this thing is on par with the Thousand Mountains Snow Lotus, the value seems to be comparable, but it has a very strong effect on restoring the spiritual power, he is currently exerting fifty percent of the power of the Ten Thousand Fire Seal, he will inevitably be exhausted, if he has a thousand years of He Shou Wu, he can make up for this consumption, at a critical moment, it will definitely come in a very strong role.

I will take it!

"Okay, this sacrificial meeting has officially begun!" Song Mengquan finished speaking, and then the bell rang again, and the gate of Taiyi Pavilion in front of him suddenly opened.

I just don't know why, Fan Xueli felt that between Song Mengquan's words at this moment, her eyes seemed to glance at him, and there was a hint of chill.

However, Fan Xueli turned his head and stared at the other party without hesitation, his eyes flashing with black flames, and he did not show weakness at all.

No matter how strong the other party is, how can he stop his own pace of progress?

Seeing that Fan Xueli had a cold killing intent in his eyes, Song Mengquan couldn't help but be stunned, and a trace of anger swelled up, he was ordered by the eldest lady to deliberately use this way to shake Fan Xueli's mind, but he didn't expect that Fan Xueli was as decent, and there was even a trace of contempt for himself in his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel angry, and he was about to attack.

It's just that at this moment, a low scolding voice came from his side, the voice was not loud, but it shook his spirit.

It was Fan Bocan, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, who stood in front of Song Mengquan at the critical moment, and cast a kind glance at Fan Xueli.

Fan Xue couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, although he didn't know why Fan Bocan helped him, he still saluted Fan Bocan slightly, and then turned around and entered the main gate of Taiyi Pavilion.

In the Taiyi Pavilion, the walls are full of many scriptures and scrolls, as well as many poems, calligraphy and paintings, and there is a vast atmosphere.

The two or three hundred young disciples of the Fan clan around stood still in front of the "Wenchang Temple" in the middle of the Taiyi Pavilion.

The content of each assessment of the Rising Sun Sacrifice Conference has changed, like a whimsical one, which makes it impossible to figure out, but the place where it is held must be held in Wenchang Temple.

At this moment, everyone noticed that in the Wenchang Temple, there are more than 100 antique futons, and in front of each futon, there is a sandalwood incense table, and the same book is offered with incense, called "Wenqu Xingjing".

There were countless pill breaths burning around, forming countless rays of sunlight, shining on these futons, looking dazzling.

Everyone saw that their eyes were hot, but when they were about to take a step forward, they found that at the main gate of Wenchang Pavilion, there were countless words forming a huge aura, keeping the surroundings away from thousands of miles.

Fan Xue moved her head, it seems that this is the first level of the assessment.

If you want to enter Wenchang Temple, you must obtain the qualification to enter, after all, the places inside are limited, only more than 100, and this time there are two or three hundred people who participated in the competition.

He couldn't help but stare at the words, but he found that the words were so vague that he couldn't see through them at all.

He stood still, his eyes brightened, and he became more and more serious.

At this moment, someone in the crowd smiled proudly, stepped forward, and saluted Wenchang Pavilion.

Suddenly, countless words in the sky of Wenchang Pavilion shot out a golden light, engulfing his whole person.

In countless words, the man walked awe-inspiringly, as if he had gone through a very painful struggle, did not take a few steps, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then entered the main hall, barely took a few steps forward, but his breath was unsteady, and he could only choose a futon at the back to sit down.

The farther the futon goes, the more golden light it absorbs.

Once the futon position is selected, it can no longer be changed.

Someone whispered: "This person is the top ten people in the Rising Sun Sacrifice Refining Conference last year, and his writing is brilliant, I didn't expect that this year's assessment would be so difficult, and after the first level, he could only fall in the back row." ”

Fan Xueli stared seriously just now, and found that at that moment, the words did not have a trace of murderous aura, but were just a kind of imprisoning power.

Could it be that the assessment is not the character? His heart moved.