The cultivators of the Firmament Continent are divided into nine realms according to their strength.

Among them, the first realm is called the condensation realm, also known as the quenching realm, which is divided into nine layers.

Ye Shenghu's current cultivation is the seventh level of quenching, and although he is not a top master among the disciples of the younger generation of the entire villa, he can be ranked in the top ten, but he was actually injured by Ye Haotian, who only has a heavy quenching body, which is definitely a great shame for Ye Xing.

"Uncle, don't be angry, we were afraid of delaying the sacrificial sword, so we hurried over and didn't chase Ye Haotian, but as long as he dares to appear, Brother Shenghu must make him look good. Ye Qingyang hurriedly explained.

"Yes, Dad, that waste is too cunning, and he runs fast, my son is afraid of delaying the sword sacrifice ceremony, so he didn't chase him, this revenge, I will let him repay it twice." Ye Shenghu said viciously.

"Shenghu, wasn't Ye Haotian seriously injured by someone, even if you are not good, you shouldn't be attacked by him, right?"

The fourth master, who had not spoken, interjected.

"This waste is faking illness. ”

Ye Shenghu was embarrassed and thrown home, and blushed and defended with a thick neck.

He was instructed by his father Ye Xing to go to the third room to check Ye Haotian's movements, the purpose was to prevent him from participating in the sword sacrifice conference, as long as Ye Haotian was absent, Ye Xing could use the topic to play after the meeting, forcing the old man to change his mind of passing the position of the head of the family to the third room.

You must know that the sword sacrifice conference is the most solemn event in the villa, and the descendants of the descendants who dare to be absent will be punished by the village rules, and those who are serious will be directly expelled from the villa.

On the VIP seat on the left, Zhou Mantang, the hall master of the Golden Dao Gate, also saw his eyes fall on the empty seat opposite.

"Master Yezhuang, this sacrificial sword is about to start, why haven't the people in the third room arrived yet?"

The smile on the face of the old owner Ye Donglai remained unchanged, and he squinted his eyes and said: "Don't worry, my Ye family's sacrificial sword conference has been inherited for thirty years, and no one has ever dared to be absent, as long as there is a breath, even if you climb, you have to climb to the venue, this is the rule of the Ye family." ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

Zhou Mantang snorted, his eyes flickered, and he took a sip of the teacup on the table, and stopped talking.

Time passed slowly, and the time for the sword sacrifice had arrived.

Ye Donglai got up and walked up to the altar and began to read the sacrifice.

"Thirty years ago today, the old man Ye Donglai brought eighteen swordsmen to Baiyun Town to establish the Tibetan Sword Villa, in order to commemorate this special day, the seventh day of the third month was set as the day of the sacrifice of the sword......

When Ye Donglai read the memorial message, Ye Haotian's mother and son took Xiaoman through the crowd and walked into the seating area on the right.

"Ye Haotian!"

Seeing that this guy who broke the bridge of his nose actually dared to show his face, Ye Shenghu gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Ye Xing.

"Shenghu, stop. ”

"Daddy!"

"With guests here, don't mess with your grandfather. ”

Ye Xing looked at Zhou Mantang and Du Sangun on the opposite side, and said coldly.

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

The old man Ye Donglai was reading the memorial text.

If Ye Shenghu was looking for trouble with Ye Haotian at this time, he would inevitably interrupt the sacrifice and attract the attention of the Zhou and Du families.

Ye Xing, the charge of disturbing the memorial service, must not let his son bear it.

Ye Haotian didn't squint, helped his mother Luo Linzhu to sit in the middle seat, and sat next to him, and the maid Xiaoman consciously stood behind him.

The movement here naturally couldn't escape Ye Donglai's eyes, and after a strange look flashed imperceptibly on his face, the old farmer continued to read out the sacrifice.

The sacrificial text was soon read out, the sword sacrifice ceremony began, and the men, women and children of the whole mountain villa left their seats and bowed to the ground, shouting three times in a row, 'Divine Sword God, Kill Demons and Eliminate Demons', and began to kill pigs and sheep, and sacrifice swords with blood.

The sword sacrifice ceremony lasted for half an hour, and with Ye Donglai's announcement, the sword sacrifice was over, someone removed the offering table, and asked the demon sword to go, ushering in the most anticipated sword competition on the sword sacrifice day.

The sword competition of Tibetan Sword Villa is held once a year, with two links: article competition and martial arts competition.

Wen Bi is a personal swordsmanship performance, every disciple who has practiced the "Dragon Sword Sutra" in the villa town to the realm of Xiaocheng can take the stage to perform martial arts, and the master of the family will teach and comment in public, which is also a rare learning opportunity for the onlookers and disciples.

After the Wenbi, the Wubi is a duel with the same disciples.

According to the performance in the text competition, the villa will select the best forty disciples to compete by lot, and the final five winners are this year's sword champions, who will be directly promoted to the inheritance sequence and obtain the qualification to enter the sword shrine in the holy land of the villa to select swords.

"Qingyang, behave well for a while, don't let grandpa down. ”

Second Master Ye Yue looked at the altar that was quickly emptied, and said to his son Ye Qingyang.

"Dad, don't worry, this year's sword leader will have a place for your son. ”

Ye Qingyang was full of confidence, patted the saber on his waist and said, Ye Yue nodded with satisfaction.

"Shenghu, are you ready for this year's sword competition?"

Ye Xing saw his son Ye Shenghu's eyes glancing at Ye Haotian with resentment, and asked lightly.

"It's easy. ”

Ye Shenghu was also full of confidence, "Dad, I want to take revenge for this punch now!"

"Don't worry, after you take the sword leader, even if you cripple a few wastes, your grandfather will turn a blind eye. ”

Ye Xing is the uncle of the villa in the end, and his vision is by no means comparable to his son, since he failed to prevent Ye Haotian from entering the field, he put his mind on the honor of the sword leader.

The clan has clan rules, and the family has family law.

The personnel of the Tibetan Sword Villa are mixed, and it has its own set of rules and regulations to bind the disciples.

Doormen at different levels have different authority and responsibilities.

Among them, the disciples of the lineage in the privileged level have power that other clans cannot match.

As long as Ye Shenghu can be promoted to inheritance, even if Ye Haotian is completely disabled, the old man Ye Donglai will not say anything.

In the eyes of the mad sword, whose military loyalty is much higher than family affection, even if it is his own son, as long as he is useless to the villa, he will not frown if he dies.

Ye Donglai had nine wives and concubines, raised him fourteen sons and seven daughters, and now only four sons remain in the villa, eight of the other ten sons were killed, and two were driven out of the village.

But Ye Xing also knew that although the old man was cold-blooded and ruthless, the most taboo thing was that the disciples killed each other.

Especially in front of outsiders.

If Ye Shenghu dared to attack Ye Haotian at this time, it would inevitably cause the old man's displeasure.

Even if Ye Haotian is a waste, his father, who has been missing for three years and whose life and death are uncertain, is the second master in the villa after the mad sword, and the successor to the position of the next owner of the village ordered by the old man.

Ye Shenghu was young and vigorous, and he didn't know how powerful Ye Dong was, but since Ye Xing wanted to sit in the position of the owner, he naturally didn't want to leave anything in the hands of the old man, and the second master Ye Yue was staring at it from the side, and the stakes in the middle could not be explained clearly in a few words.