The black-robed people who entered the Suzaku clan land in various capacities seemed to be enjoying the scenery of the clan land at will, but in fact, they were exchanging information by inadvertently making a mistake. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Trained well, they quickly touched the entire Suzaku Clan's open part for guests to see. I was a little frustrated and anxious, but I was surprised to find that I couldn't find the target anywhere.

In the end, the leader of the operation decisively ordered in code: "Surround the altar." ”

The succession ceremony of the four holy beast clans, whether it is the young master or the patriarch, is basically the same, and the most critical step is to ascend the altar and kowtow to the Lord Xingjun and the patriarchs of the past dynasties, so as to show the respect for Panhui. Of course, this is just a ceremony, and it doesn't need the true consent of Lord Xingjun. The patriarchs of the past generations, who have long been in exile or have not been able to retreat, will not interfere.

On the contrary, it is the heavens, and occasionally miracles come.

According to the usual practice, the heirs or patriarchs of the four clans of the holy beasts present need to watch the ceremony on the altar at that time, and have the intention of accepting the review of the heavens to see if they have done it well over the years.

Even if Mo Qingshan wanted to be a shrunken turtle again, it would never be possible for him to hide in front of so many people. In the future, if it is revealed, his position as young master will definitely be handed over. The black-robed leader calculated in his heart that as long as it was after today, whether he was dead or alive, Mo Qingshan would not be the young master of the Green Dragon.

At this time, Mo Qingshan saw an unexpected person in the land of the Vermilion Bird Clan.

"Xuankong, why are you here, and where is your father?" Mo Qingshan was so surprised. Not to mention that Xuankong appeared here alone, the most important thing is that since he was also coming to attend the succession ceremony, why did he risk going back three days ago!

Xuankong only felt that the past three days had been the most chaotic three days he had ever spent, and until now, he felt that his mind was buzzing.

He shook his head before replying, "Uncle Mo, I'm here with my uncle." My father stayed in the Xuanwu Territory. ”

"Xuanwu is here?" Mo Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and then silently said sorry to Xuantian Quercus. Because he subconsciously felt glad that the two of them didn't come at the same time.

The grievances of these two men, although they are not as well-known as those of fate and Zhuohua. But Mo Qingshan, who is quite kind, still knows.

If there is a fate and Zhuohua or no way, and when they meet, they are just bickering, then these two are really going to play all martial arts.

"Eh, is your father okay?" Mo Qingshan was slightly embarrassed, and he didn't know if Xuankong was lucky to find out. He estimated that Xuantian Quercus would probably not be able to beat Xuanwu now, so he asked this question.

Xuankong has grown up with Mo Qingshan and others since he was a child, and he can't see it, but if he has it, there is nothing to hide for his father and uncle.

He said with a bitter face, "Uncle Mo, you should ask if they are both okay...... The two of them fought for a day and a half before stopping, and they agreed not to use spiritual power, but to fight hard with their physical bodies. My uncle is now showing off his 'scars of victory.'" ”

"Well, it's okay, don't worry. Xuanwu is very inward-looking, and people definitely don't know where his injuries come from!" Mo Qingshan comforted decisively.

Sure enough. It wasn't long before a man in his thirties walked into the room dejectedly, with a large bruise on his face.

"Xuanwu, are you back? sit and wait for a while, it is estimated that the succession ceremony of Wufang is about to begin. Mo Qingshan turned a blind eye to the bruise and said directly.

Xuanwu raised his eyes to look at Mo Qingshan, walked in front of him and stood still, and then stared at him directly.

Most of the Xuanwu clan are very strong, and Xuankong is tall and tall even in a place like the Yuanwu Realm where spiritual power is thin, like a wall. Not to mention Xuanwu.

He is really eight feet tall, his palm is like a fan, and he can feel the slight tremor of the ground when he walks.

Such a big man looked at him condescendingly from a very close distance, and even Mo Qingshan felt hairy.

He silently lifted the stool and took a small half step back before raising his head and saying, "Xuankong told me." Congratulations on your victory over your long-cherished foe again!" he struggled to make his expression look more sincere.

The corners of Xuanwu's mouth curled slightly, and he turned around with satisfaction and walked to sit down opposite Mo Qingshan, before he said in a loud voice: "You still have good eyesight." The people out there are stupid people, I watched them for a long time, and they just ran. ”

Mo Qingshan suddenly realized at this moment.

The reason why the whole martial arts will be staged must be because this person doesn't know how to talk at all!

As for the reason for the Xuantian oak, it is even simpler. If there is a man whose cultivation status is higher than your own and always covets your daughter-in-law, don't you want to fight back? Not to mention that person also takes the initiative to give up his spiritual power to fight you hand-to-hand.

Xuanwu is really a very boring man, although Mo Qingshan is familiar with him, he doesn't know what to say. Back then, Xuanwu was also regarded as the same period as him and Nangong Zhanyan and Zhuohua, and everyone studied art together in the original Yaolu Mountain and now the Yuanyuan Mountain.

But this one squatted in a corner without saying a word, watching the three of them make a fuss, and never participated. If it weren't for the fact that he was big since he was a child, even if he was squatting, it would be difficult for people to ignore his size, and Mo Qingshan even wondered if he would not remember his existence at all.

The three of them sat in the room in silence and slightly embarrassed, but fortunately it was not long before a waiter came and invited them to the altar. The succession ceremony is about to begin.

The altar of the Suzaku clan is located in the most central part of the entire clan, and the tall and wide stone platform is very flat. There are dozens of stone pillars carved with totems in a neat and orderly manner, and if you look closely, you will find that the patterns of these totems are basically the same as the patterns of the gatehouse in front of the Suzaku Mansion in the capital, and they are all white bird patterns.

Only one side of the stone platform has a long stone staircase for people to ascend to the altar. The stone staircase sits north and faces south, symbolizing the Suzaku clan who guard the south.

The wider square below the altar was already full. The makeshift grandstand seats are color-coded to distinguish the different positions of the four sacred beast clans, and visitors are seated according to the family they serve. There are also individual guests who have not returned to the four clans, as well as the races directly under the Xingjun Mansion, who also have their own positions. The entire square is divided into six places.

When Mo Qingshan and the three of them came to the altar, they attracted everyone's attention.

The crowd whispered, and from time to time someone glanced over the altar. Some were worried, some were suspicious, and some showed undisguised sarcasm.

"Uncle Mo, is there something wrong with me?" asked Xuankong with a frown. He has also been the master of the first hall of Sixiang Mountain all the year round, and he is no stranger to such a big scene, but these people here obviously have wrong expressions. He couldn't help but wonder if he had committed some taboo when he first came to the fairy world.

Mo Qingshan stared intently at the altar, "It's not you, it's me!"