Tao Ran's words made Han Muye almost laugh out loud.

I thought that the ancestors and other predecessors who had countless ups and downs no longer cared about the slander of outsiders.

It turned out to be waiting on purpose.

The streamlined Void Vein Pill was something that the ancestors of the Mu family thought were tricky, and this time Tao Ran Ancestor took it out, maybe he could really slap the faces of those who looked down on him.

The celebration has not yet begun, and the ancestor of the Mu family has not yet arrived, although Han Muye is in the front, he is blocked by Tao Ran ancestor and Elder Su Liang, and he can still desert.

Looking around, he finally saw Mu Wan sitting upright among the children of the Mu family.

The people around Mu Wan also seemed to see him, and they got together to point and look at their eyes, and it was estimated that except for his good looks, everything else was bad.

Han Muye can also be regarded as seeing it, in the eyes of these Dan cultivators, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, it is not as good as a good Dan.

Amazing brain circuits.

"Huh?" His gaze swept over, and Han Muye was slightly stunned.

He saw someone he hadn't thought of.

He hadn't seen this person.

But he had seen it from the memory of the Dan furnace in his hand.

Jiang Ming.

Yulin Valley scattered cultivation, refining Qingxue Dan, and trying to integrate sword qi into the Dan furnace.

This dedication to Dan Dao made a deep impression on Han Muye.

Cultivation is really a thing that makes you crazy if you don't succeed.

At this time, Jiang Ming's face was solemn, wearing a gray robe, his gray hair was tightly tied, and he had a fluttering aura on his body.

It's all gone, and the crazy demon you see in Danding.

He sat on one side by the edge of the square, surrounded by low-level cultivators.

At today's feast, Jiang Ming, who was born in casual cultivation, really can't get a good position.

The cultivator's spiritual sense was keen, and Han Muye just looked directly at it for a few breaths, and Jiang Ming had already raised his head over there.

Seeing Han Muye looking at himself, Jiang Ming was slightly stunned.

The people of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect?

I am a stumbling Dan Dao cultivator, I don't seem to have any intersection with them, right?

Han Muye nodded lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

This made Jiang Ming a little confused.

But he nodded back.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is now in full swing, this person is still an ancestor, and he must not be an ordinary person.

Such a person greets, he is a loose cultivator, and he is already flattered.

didn't let Han Muye look around for long, a bell rang, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and flower petals flew away.

The celebration began.

Han Muye met the ancestor of the Mu family for the first time.

This old man in a gray robe with a white beard and hair was surrounded by a cloud-like Dan Qi that turned into mist.

The wafting Dan incense proves that his Dan Dao cultivation is extraordinary.

The face is simple, the eyes are kind, and the body is danqi.

This appearance is a tailor-made Dan Dao overhaul look.

"Fellow Daoists, Mu Chunhui has lived for 800 years, and today Xiaoqing, I am grateful to be able to have all Taoist friends here."

The voice of the Grand Monk resounded throughout the square, soft and clear.

Whether it was a representative of a great sect like Tao Ran Ancestor, or other cultivators, they all stood up and bowed their hands.

Eight hundred years of cultivation is not considered a top age in Western Xinjiang.

After all, most of the realm cultivators can live to be a thousand years old.

But in the eight hundred years since Mu Chunhui's return, he has really done a lot of great things and accumulated a lot of merits in the cultivation world of Western Xinjiang.

Today's audience is courteous, and it is also a great righteousness to respect him.

Looking at the full hall, Mu Chunhui sighed.

Sword cultivation is seeking to dominate the world, Dan Xiu, I am afraid that it is the praise of thousands of cultivators.

Looking at Mu Chunhui, who was looking at the sky with his negative hand, Han Muye had a hint of enlightenment.

Cultivators, after all, are still mortals.

Mortals have something in their hearts.

When you have no desire and no desire, and you break off your love, I'm afraid you can really become an immortal.

The children of the Mu family carried the incense case, and Mu Chunhui held the high incense in his hand and saluted heaven and earth.

This is Dan Xiu, and Dan Dao cultivation relies on the elixir Danhuo gifted by heaven and earth.

Sword cultivation, it's not bad if you don't hold a sword to fight the sky.

There seems to be a fixed procedure for the celebration, which Han Muye doesn't understand.

Anyway, in his opinion, waiting for that kind of spirit fruit wine to be served, it would be a celebration.

However, this table full of melons and fruits and wine is not immediately available.

Several Mu family descendants stepped forward to kowtow to Mu Chun, and then offered birthday gifts.

Some are giving rare elixirs, and some are taking out treasured elixirs.

These are the second and third generations of the Mu family, and most of them have been cultivated, the level of Dan Dao is not bad, and the net worth is rich.

Mu Chun smiled and encouraged a few words, and then accepted the gift.

Wait for the back to come forward, most of them are foundation building and condensing juniors.

"That's Mu Tanzhi, the eldest son of the Mu family."

"Among the descendants of the Mu family, the most promising one to inherit the mantle of the ancestor is this eldest prince."

"Among the younger generation of Dandao in Western Xinjiang, the reputation of this Mu Tan Mu Gongzi is very loud."

The surrounding discussion made Han Muye look up.

Standing in front of Mu Wan and the others was a calm middle-aged man in a lilac robe.

This is the first person in the junior of the Mu family, Mu Tanzhi.

There is a flash of Dan Qi on his body that far surpasses his peers, and his cultivation is also at the peak of foundation building.

Under his leadership, a group of Mu family children kowtowed to Mu Chun.

Except for Mu Tanzhi, who offered a seven-pin pill that he had refined with both hands, the others were empty-handed, just kowtowing.

Their filial piety, the ancestors of the Mu family will not take a fancy to it.

It's good that the heart has arrived.

After the Mu family's birthday celebration, the representatives of the various sects stepped forward.

The first to step forward were the two green-robed Taoists of the Spirit Dao Sect.

I don't know what it was sent to outsiders.

The ancestor of the Mu family solemnly accepted the gift, and asked someone to sit down.

The prestige of the largest sect in Western Xinjiang can be seen from this.

Behind were two monks of the Shangyang Demon Sect in black robes, and then the Taiyi Sword Sect.

When the three major factions finished sending the gifts, the monks of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect stood up.

Just got up, and the Tao Ran Ancestor here had already slowly straightened up.

In the whole venue, everyone was stunned.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect are now in full swing.

At this time, do you want to stop the signs?

Under the three major sects, who is ranked fourth?

Unfortunately, it didn't turn out as the viewer hoped.

When he saw Tao Ran Ancestor standing up, the two Taoists on the opposite side sat down again.

Tao Ran Ancestor and Elder Su Liang stepped forward and presented the birthday gifts that had been prepared before.

When they turned around, the two Daoists of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect stepped forward with the brocade box in their hands.

The process of entering the birthday gift did not show off the wealth and comparison that Han Muye imagined, it was all packed in a box, and no one could see it.

Han Muye guessed that many boxes were estimated to be empty, and the real birthday gifts may have already been given and registered.

After all, there are not many people who can come forward to give gifts at this venue, and most of them are empty-handed, so they should have given them a long time ago.

Until dozens of large and small sects had given gifts, the ancestor of the Mu family stood up and said a few words of thanks, Han Muye looked at Tao Ran Ancestor sitting in front of him and reached out to touch the spirit fruit.

It's finally time to eat.

To be honest, Han Muye is really not a good appetite in the sect.

Today, I am interested in the spiritual fruit in front of me, it is really tempting, and it is the first time I have seen so many melons and fruits in the cultivation world.

Unfortunately, appearance does not mean taste.

Looking at the good-looking melons and fruits, it is nothing more than a sweet and sour taste.

Without a mouthful of spiritual energy in Han Muye's imagination, the qi and blood were tumbling like a tide.

Fruit, or that fruit.

The melon, that is, the melon.

Slightly disappointed.

Looking up, the ancestor of the Mu family began to toast with a wine glass.

After he saluted, the venue began to come alive.

A lot of acquaintances got together and started talking about Dan Dao.

Sure enough, they are all Dan Xiu, this one said that the fire was very strong last night, and he didn't unload it, and he wasted a furnace of Dan, and that one said that the water and milk are blended, and Fang is the right thing for Dan.

"Don't eat it, go for a walk." As soon as he finished dealing with a fruit, Tao Ran Ancestor, who was sitting in front of him, spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye turned his head to see that the Golden Margin Fairy who was sitting on the side was already talking and laughing with a few female cultivators in the distance at this time.

Even Elder Su Liang was holding a wine glass and whispered to a few Dan Xiu.

"Ancestor, aren't you going?" Seeing that the audience was full of exchanges of Dan Dao, Han Muye was very curious about why Tao Ran Ancestor didn't go.

"Hmph, do I need to go, Ancestor?" Tao Ran Old Ancestor snorted coldly.

Han Muye picked up the wine glass and left, walked a few steps, looked back, and saw that there was no one around Tao Ran Ancestor, so he sat alone.

The scene is a little bleak.

Han Muye was a little moved.

It is estimated that the ancestor knew that his popularity was not good, and no one would take care of him, so he broke him away, right?

I don't want to be left out like him.

"That's the Tao Ran Ancestor of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, why doesn't anyone talk to him?" A young Dan Xiu didn't understand and spoke in a low voice.

"Shhh, let me tell you, back then, Tao Ran Ancestor was stopped outside the Xiao Dan Pavilion, and dozens of alchemy furnaces failed to achieve the best, and in a fit of anger, he almost ordered the Xiao Dan Pavilion."

"This man, his temper is not good."

"No wonder I've heard that he's a fire maniac, forget it, don't get closer."

Han Muye didn't know that Tao Ran Ancestor had also done something to burn the Little Dan Pavilion.

But think about it, dozens of furnaces of elixir can't refine the best, that kind of mood is indeed urgent.

Han Muye looked around, there was no one he wanted to get acquainted, turned his head, and walked to the side of the venue with a wine glass.

Jiang Ming, who was bowing his head and drinking, looked up and was slightly stunned when he saw Han Muye coming.

"In the Lower Nine Xuanjian Gate Han Muye, I have seen Jiang Daoyou."

Han Muye didn't say hello, walked straight to Jiang Ming's small case and sat down, and raised his glass gently.

Jiang Ming clinked glasses with him with a confused expression, and then drank the wine in the cup dry.

"Master Han, I don't know how you know me?"

After drinking, Jiang Ming couldn't help it, looked at Han Muye, and spoke in a low voice.

Beside him, many people pricked up their ears.

This piece is all Dan Xiu who was born in a loose cultivation, and it is an average level of cultivation for Dan Dao.

After all, the fact that the seats are in this corner speaks for itself.

The disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect came to visit Jiang Ming, which made them very curious.

The Nine Xuan Sword Gate is a major sect in Western Xinjiang.

Jiang Ming was famous back then, but after all these years, who would still look at him in his eyes?

Hearing Jiang Ming's question, Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand and made a move, and a small black Dan furnace appeared in the palm of his hand.

Storage rings.

The people around didn't notice a glance at Han Muye.

This guy must be the second-generation son of an elder in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

Otherwise, how could he have such treasures as storage rings at a young age?

At this time, Jiang Ming set his eyes on the small black stove, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that Gongzi knows that this Dan furnace was in my hands."

"The Nine Xuan Sword Gate is a great sect in Western Xinjiang, and it is not difficult to trace the origin of a Dan furnace."

Speaking softly, Jiang Ming paused slightly, and looked up at Han Muye: "Childe is looking for me, do you want me to compensate you for this stove?" ”

"I used sword qi to refine the pill, and it was a pity that I injured the root of this pill furnace."

"It's just that now I'm afraid I can't afford to lose this stove."

A good Dan furnace is like a good sword in the hand of a sword cultivator.

This Dan furnace was destroyed by himself, and it was normal for the furnace to get into someone's hands, and if he noticed it, he got angry.

But if you don't cherish the Dan furnace, there is no one who doesn't cherish the Dan furnace.

Hearing Jiang Ming say that he used sword qi to refine the pill and broke the furnace, many people around him showed disdain.

My generation Dan Xiu, shame to be with this person.

"Take a good look." Han Muye held the empty wine glass in his hand, looked into the distance, and spoke softly.

Take a good look?

Jiang Ming frowned and looked down at the Dan Furnace.

His complexion slowly changed, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand and gently stroked it on the Dan furnace.

"Shhhh

The moment his palm touched the Dan furnace, his eyes widened and he let out a low cry.

"Sword Qi!"