No matter how noisy it was in the Heavenly Tower, the inside of Xuantian City was still very calm. But the people who knelt on the ground were not at all at ease in their hearts.

A guy knelt behind a proprietor, looked at the proprietor's buttocks, rolled his eyes, and whispered, "Shopkeeper, clan god - why don't you invite the new clan god in?"

"Stupid! you know it's new, and ask!" said the proprietor as he twisted his ass and whispered.

The guy laughed, and he noticed that the owner's ass and face looked similar, so he sneered at the ass: "What you said is that the shopkeeper said that they are not always bullying me, just like when I first came?

"Shut up!" The proprietor twisted his ass and whispered again, "Go back and give you processing money, do a good job." ”

"Ahh The guy thought to himself, this person is really incomparable, the clan god saw the pious face of the owner, but he could only face the indifferent ass of the owner, fortunately, at this time, this ass sent out an ambiguous feeling, a warmth. The owner's words made him feel that he had not been forgotten, but the taste seemed to be worse.

The people of Xuantian City are in awe of the clan gods, but this fear is always greater than the admiration, and this is due to the disparity in strength. The more you fear, the less this respect will be. This psychological change is exacerbated by the bullying elders below. And the most ridiculous thing is that some of the clan elders kneeling in the front row at this time were trembling and sweating.

The saddest thing was Elder Qin, he always felt that the clan god Bo Bai had taken a look at it. He just thought, did he know about the flowers? He was looking forward to it, and the drum finally disappeared from Xuantian City, what's the matter, and now it has fallen into the hands of the clan god? He glanced sideways at the patriarch Xuan Zhongxing, who was standing on the side of the clan god, and said in his heart, Old lady Xuan, you have to make the decision for me, Qin Yin's little life is in your hands.

Qin Yin heard a little bit of Suosuo's voice in the silence, he propped his arms up, raised his head a little, and looked into the distance along the gap in the crowd. I saw four soldiers carrying a huge table, and there was a huge cake on the table! His head "buzzed" and he almost fainted. Thinking about it some time ago, I don't know who got a piece of Fuling cake and gave it to him. He only felt that the word "Xuan" on the pastry was very special, and gave it to his father-in-law, thinking that it could reduce his anger. Because of the flowers, he was really heartbroken. As a result, the piece of Fuling cake was given out by his father-in-law, and somehow let the clan god know. This led to a storm of auctions.

In normal times, where would this kind of auction be without his participation? But the piece of Fuling cake passed through his hands, and this matter was no longer ordinary. Who is the clan god? The slightest breath on the cake could not escape the perception of the clan god. To his surprise, it wasn't the dog's nose that sensed his breath, it was Bochuchu. No matter how he knew, he would have to keep a low profile in Xuantian City, and he would be low-key to the dust! However, even if he turned into dust, Bo Qiuqiu could feel it. Think about the Xuantian Great Array, it is Bo Qiuqiu's eyes! Sometimes, when he and Hua'er meet, he always feels that there is a pair of eyes looking at him in the sky.

The huge cake was placed on the square, Yun Ling turned around and looked at it, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What does this mean?"

Xuan Zhongxing said: "General Xuanguan said that this requires you to come to enlightenment. ”

"Enlightenment?!" Yun Ling looked at the Xuanguan who was kneeling on the ground surrounded by several generals, and then at the pavilion on the back of the phantom beast. His brows gradually stretched, and he said in a deep voice: "Then I will act according to the arrangement of Xuanguan." ”

Xuanzhong Xing should be, and then sang loudly: "The immortals of the eight directions, there are gods in Xuantian, the clan gods are here, the clan soul is here, my heart is at peace - welcome the clan gods!"

Luo Yun straightened his waist and shouted in a sand voice: "The twelve elders of the Xuantian City Clan Palace, meet the clan god!"

The twelve old men on the left side of the front row got up again and bowed to the ground.

Wei Xiang said loudly: "Elders are flat!" Wei Xiang still understands these rules, and the Xuantian Clan Rite is a must-read for women. Although most of these rituals refer to the rituals of the human race, they are not as cumbersome. This may be because the gods of the Yunling clan are from the elf clan. Wei Xiang thought that if it weren't for the presence of another clan god who had been in the human race for hundreds of years, presumably the rituals of the Xuantian clan would be closer to nature. Today's etiquette is simple but has its own style.

"The twelve guards of Xuantian City, meet the clan gods!"

Xuanguan's voice woke Wei Xiang up, she looked at Xuanguan lying on the ground and wanted to laugh, although the injury on her body stopped, but none of the exposed places were good, it looked like she had been tortured by a demon pig. Wei Xiang stopped laughing and said, "Generals, please get up quickly!"

Several generals looked at Xuanguan, and someone whispered: "Brother's injury is worth it." ”

The entrance glared at the general. Then, Masashi took three steps back, then turned and walked towards the place where the elders were standing. The other eleven also looked grim and followed.

Xuan Fu showed a look of displeasure on his face, and said, "Yun Zhangzuo, why wasn't it so cumbersome when I entered the city?"

Yun Ling glanced at him and said indifferently: "Because of him, it's more important." ”

Bo Bai and Greyhound glanced at each other and shook their heads slightly one after another.

"Xuantian City Clan God Duan Xing, meet the clan god!"

This shout stunned everyone. What is the situation? There is no clan god in the link of welcoming the clan god, and the prince intervenes at this time, what does this mean?

Yun Ling nodded in satisfaction. I secretly said in my heart, although the human race is weak, it is not without reason that it can stand out among the hundred races. I just said it casually, and I could hear the sound outside the strings, Duan Xing is Duan Xing, and he is not the reckless man who broke through the tenfold demon array single-handedly in the legend of the demon race.

The small pavilion coughed again and again, and the trembling old man held the pavilion pillar with his hand, and hurriedly said, "Duan Wangye, how can I stand it if you let the little old man?"

Duan Xing straightened his waist and looked fixedly, the old man was dressed in rags, how could he look like a clan god? The aura was so weak that even a strong mortal was not as good as that. sighed again and again in my heart, this person is a person with a story.

"Duan Wangye?" Xuan Fu was speechless, he looked fixedly, and saw that this person was dressed in brocade clothes, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like an explosive household, no wonder they all called him Duan Wangye, it turned out that it was all because of this exaggerated outfit.

Bo Bai said: "Why did Duan Xing wear such a dress today?"

Greyhound smiled: "Not just now, I'm afraid it was used for emergency." ”

Bo Bai said: "I don't know which unlucky shopkeeper was stripped by him." ”

Duan Xing smiled: "That's because the clan god is tolerant, and I don't know what to call my predecessors?"

"Many years ago, I left Xuantian City and entered the City of Mercy and Grace with my own name. Today, when I return to the clan city, I only bring back this ruined body. This name, all the clan city fathers, just call me the old city official. That Fu Ming waved his hand with a stump finger, and he was a little at a loss. He smiled awkwardly: "In my opinion, there are still major matters to deal with in the clan today." Lord Duan, let's get up, huh?"

Duan Xing turned around and said briskly: "Yun Zhangzuo, Duan Xing thinks that it is still according to the meaning of the clan god old city official-"

Yun Ling nodded. Xuan Zhongxing waved his hand into the air and shouted, "After the ceremony—"

For a while, the sound of hula was endless, and the old city officials looked into the distance, and the long street was dark and oppressive, and it was difficult to see the end. He smiled, looked at the slowly receding crowd, and stretched out his hand from time to time to remind: "Take care of the child, hey, look at it, it is brought out at such a young age, and it is not afraid of the wind and cold." Ugh—"

Duan Xing's divine sense never left the old city official for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, whether he was true or not, this sincerity alone was enough to move the people of the city. The god of the clan, who can do this? Xuantian City, which respects strength, also needs different powers, who can say that this power of inspiration is not the real power? Old man, Duan Xing's gift, you deserve it!