Murong Mansion is located in the northeast of the Shengyuan Continent.

The city is not big, but the Huan family is very large, especially famous for refining weapons.

But over the years, the Huan family has been in seclusion.

Even if the people in the temple wanted to ask the Huan family to refine the refining tools, the Huan family closed the door and ignored it.

So at this time, when the old head of the Huan family reported his identity, the huge central square was instantly quiet.

Immediately after, there was an uproar.

"Is the Huan family of the Huan family in the Murong Mansion of the Huan family?"

"I guess so, that's what I just heard."

"My God, the Huan family, the hidden Huan family turned out to be, it turned out to be the Mo family's sub-feudal family"

"Is there a mistake?"

The onlookers widened their eyes, eager to let the old head of the Huan family say it again, and then confirm if they had just heard it wrong.

Compared with the surprise of the people, the old man of the Wang family on the viewing platform and the old man of the Wen family who came in a hurry were even more confused.

Huan, Huan's family

It turned out to be the Huan family

But no matter how everyone reacted, the Huan family at this time did not squint. Immediately, after responding to the peace, he followed the old master of the Huan family step by step up the steps, and then came to the first sealing table on the left.

At this time, I saw the old man on the altar, Mo Yanjing, pick up a talisman from the altar case, and then threw it gently.

In an instant, the talisman flew out. Then there was a sound in mid-air, turning into a fluorescent glow like fireworks, which was sprinkled directly on the Huan family.

"Return, benefactor."

The appearance of the Huan family in Murong Mansion exceeded everyone's expectations.

And with the return of the Huan family, and then the Yongfeng Baolan family and the Wanhua City Yu family, it was even more dumbfounded.

When the old master of the Bai family in Central City finally walked to the last sealing platform with a summoning word, everyone present was already numb.

A small Mo family is actually the head of the four top families today

It's no wonder that as soon as he came to Central City before, he took Wanggui Mountain for himself.

No wonder it can alarm the saints of the Holy Land to come to watch the ceremony.

It is no wonder that when the invitations were handed out before, except for the temple and the various halls, and some familiar people, none of the other families were invited

It's not that people can't afford to invite, but there is no need to ask

So at this time, looking at the descendants of the Huan family, the Yu family, the Lan family and the Bai family, they stood on the sealing platform with a solemn face, and no one dared to say a word.

The huge central square once again returned to the silence of the previous three saints when they suddenly came.

Only Di Jing, who was sitting on the viewing platform, frowned at this time, and then looked sideways slightly.

And on the altar, the Mo family also had a solemn face at this time.

boom

Knock knock

At this time, the drum beat again. The ceremony of returning to the sect has finally reached the most critical moment.

"Light lamps, burn incense, and honor ancestors."

With the shouting of the Mo family master of ceremonies, everyone present looked at each other almost at the same time.

But the strange thing is that the old man Mo Yanjing, who was supposed to come forward to light the lamp and burn the incense, was silent at this time, and he didn't mean to light the lamp at all.

The people in the square couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Mo Qingyun, the second master of the Mo family, endured and endured, and then said in a low voice: "Father, it's time, dance her"

There is a time limit for lighting the Chengzong lamp.

Must be within the limit of a quarter of an hour at noon. Once exceeded, it has no effect.

And now, it's time. But Mo Fengwu hasn't come back yet, so it's a little difficult.

But before Mo Qingyun's words fell, he only heard the old man Mo Yanjing whisper with an impassive expression: