Time passed slowly, Qianyue had been sitting in the seat with her eyes closed, and from time to time representatives of other forces came over to climb relationships and pat on the back, and Elder Yin was the only one to deal with it.

Qianyue even met the representative of the ** door, but the other party didn't know Qianyue.

And neither the three empires nor the Heavenly Desert Academy sent representatives.

Although many representatives of the forces did not know Qianyue, they were also very puzzled why he could also be the representative of Tianmen, but they didn't dare to disturb him when they saw him close his eyes and recuperate.

Finally, a representative of the forces stepped forward and asked, "Elder Yin, I don't know who this little brother is, is it your proud disciple?"

With this question, everyone immediately looked at Elder Yin, obviously wanting to know as well.

Elder Yin shook his head, and said with inexplicable emotion: "It would be nice if this kid were my apprentice." ”

Everyone was taken aback, seeing that the meaning of this Zhuangshan Tianmen Sect Master seemed to be very much interested in accepting Qianyue as an apprentice, but he did not have that kind of qualification. Suddenly, everyone secretly remembered the young man Qianyue.

Qianyue secretly rolled her eyes, this old fellow.

At noon, Qianyue, who was recuperating in her mind, suddenly opened her eyes, showing the color of dark gold glass, and shot out two rays of substantial light, which made the powerful representatives who came over to visit greatly shocked, and they actually sensed a sense of mortal danger.

"What's wrong with Xiao Yue?" Elder Yin couldn't help but ask when he felt the surging killing intent in his heart.

Chizuki didn't speak, just looked ahead.

I saw that on the chairman's seat, the master of the Bloody Clothes Gate finally appeared, with a few people behind him, several elders who were highly respected in the Bloody Clothes Gate, and one was a handsome young man with a pale face, but his expression was cold and evil, as if he had cultivated some evil martial arts.

Mo Zhixue, the young master of the Bloody Clothes Gate.

Three years ago, Yi Wu suddenly rebelled against himself, threw himself into his arms for this Mo Zhixue, revealed the secret of the treasure, and was forced to flee three thousand miles away and fall into the bottomless abyss.

That year, the young master of the Bloody Clothes Sect, Mo Zhixue, was far superior to himself, and Qianyue had secretly assassinated him, but it was unsuccessful, and he was seriously injured by the other party with only one move, and fled with injuries.

It's just that this is not what it used to be, and Qianyue has long been Amon.

Although the killing intent was already surging in his heart, Qianyue's eyes were fixed on Mo Zhixue, very calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Now is not the time to make a move.

It's just that why don't you see Yi Wu appearing? Is it really as you think?

He is not afraid that this young master will be able to recognize himself, when he assassinated Mo Zhixue, he was wearing black clothes and covering his face, and when the moon was dark and the wind was high, where could he see clearly, and his face has changed slightly today, which is a little different from before.

Mo Zhixue felt Qianyue's eyes, and he was cold, and he couldn't help but look at each other, but he didn't feel anything, but he had a sense of familiarity with Qianyue, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't remember where he had met him.

Mo Xueleng, the master of the Bloody Clothes Sect, clasped his fists at Elder Yin and Qianyue and said: "Two representatives of the Heavenly Gate, this is a few highly respected elders in our sect and my child Mo Zhixue, and I would like to express my honor and gratitude to the Heavenly Gate for being able to come to this sect to participate in the centennial ceremony of the founding sect. ”

Elder Yin stood up leisurely, also hugged his fists and said, "On behalf of the Heavenly Gate, I also congratulate the Bloody Cloth Sect on its centennial ceremony, which is immortal. ”

Qianyue also stood up, with the same gentle smile on her face, hugged her fists and said: "In the next Qianyue, I also wish the Blood Clothes Gate eternal green and prosperous Spring and Autumn." ”

"Chizuki?"

Hearing these two words, Mo Zhixue felt very familiar, thought about it, and seemed to suddenly remember something, his face changed slightly, and he was shocked in his heart, no wonder this young man looked so familiar, it was actually the wild species that he sent his henchmen to hunt down for three thousand miles.

At the beginning, I heard what Yi Wu said, in order to get the treasure silver bead on his body, even the cultivated henchmen and masters did not hesitate to send out to chase and kill, but the whole army was wiped out, which made him suffer for a long time, and this wild seed finally did not know what to do and lost the news.

I didn't expect to see him again today, and it was on behalf of the arrival of the Heavenly Gate, which made him very frightened.

Don't look at the bloody clothes gate on the surface, it seems to be very strong, and even many big forces have sent their own representatives to watch the ceremony, and the Great Mo Dynasty has also given three points. But compared to today's Heavenly Gate, it is not the same level at all, as long as Tianmen wants to destroy the Blood Clothes Gate, it can be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Damn, it's all that Yi Wu, who actually framed me like this, if the Bloody Clothes Gate is destroyed like this, I will definitely not spare you bitch.

Thinking about it, Mo Zhixue's face couldn't help but become even paler, and there was not even a trace of blood, which was ugly.

"Thank you for the congratulations of the two representatives of Tianmen, please drink two more glasses later. Mo Xueleng said with a smile on his face.

"It should be. Qianyue and Elder Yin sat down, and the former also glanced at Mo Zhixue deeply, with a deep meaning.

"Xue'er, why is your face so ugly, is there something wrong?" Returning to his seat, Mo Xueleng looked at the completely bloodless face of his son sitting next to him, and asked with concern.

Mo Xueleng may be very fierce and brutal to many outside, and even some big forces dare not provoke easily. But Mo Zhixue is his only son, and sometimes although he is very strict with him, strictly ordered to practice diligently, and even whipped, it is undoubtedly very painful for him.

After all, he is the only son, and he will have to inherit the Bloody Clothes Gate in the future.

"Father, I think we're in trouble this time. In the face of his most respected father, Mo Zhixue didn't dare to lie, and told the truth of the matter before and after, 1510.

After hearing this, Mo Xueleng's face became more and more gloomy, and a trace of horror and anger flashed in his eyes, for the first time, he had the urge to shoot this son to death, why would he provoke Tianmen if he had nothing to do. However, he still resisted that impulse, and he was a little relieved to see that there were only two representatives of Tianmen.

Mo Xueleng didn't think that just the two people represented by the Heavenly Gate could destroy the entire Blood Clothes Gate, although I heard that the Yin Elder was already a congenital figure a hundred years ago, and now he is rejuvenated, but his cultivation is only a demigod Dao Valley at most, that young man is so young, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, his strength will not be very strong.

Thinking of this made him feel a little comforted.

He turned to his son and said, "Don't worry too much, probably they are really just representatives sent by the Heavenly Sect to watch the ceremony, not necessarily that little bastard." ”

"It should be. Mo Zhixue could only comfort himself in his heart, although he didn't believe it very much, after all, he even grabbed other people's childhood sweethearts, and chased and killed three thousand miles, and the hatred of the sea of blood was simply uncommon.

The centennial ceremony of the Bloody Clothes Sect soon began, the colorful streamers and fairies scattered flowers fell one after another, and a group of beautiful women dressed in exotic light yarns, twisted the waist of the water snake, danced with a different style, and the charming eyes were thrown to everyone from time to time, which made the representatives of the strength present applaud and open their eyes.

Then there was a wonderful program on stage, there was a fairy springboard, a drama Warring States Chronicle, and a lion dance, which was very wonderful and applauded. These performances are all performed by the Bloody Clothes Gate to spend a lot of effort to search for talented people from all over the mainland, and spend a lot of money or coercion to lure them back.

The representatives of these forces are all highly respected figures in their respective forces, and they are usually almost busy with cultivation, where can they see such a wonderful show.

One by one, the representatives of the forces toasted to the blood-clothed door master and congratulated the ceremony.

Mo Xueleng laughed heartily and returned the salute.

Plates of exquisite and delicious delicacies were handed over one after another, all of which were delicacies from all over the world, such as bear's paw, shark's fin and ginseng.

Representatives of all the forces enjoyed the performance while tasting delicious food.

Finally, the lion danced on the pillar to pick green in the sky, one of the huge flower balls burst open, many colorful ribbons fell one after another, and a huge banner fell, on which there were seventeen big characters written with the pen stroke: "Celebrate the centennial ceremony of the bloody clothes gate, and the generations will be immortal!"

Mo Xueleng and the elders of the Bloody Clothes Sect smiled one after another, and even said that they were good, and the people who came to reward them with 10,000 gold coins and 3 night pearls, and treat them well.

After the performance, what followed was the final finale, which was a competition between representatives of various major factions.

This is a rare opportunity, every representative present is an elder-level powerhouse of their respective forces, and their cultivation is very profound, and they rarely have the opportunity to compete with the elders of other sects on weekdays.

The representatives of the forces on the field can name the representatives of any force to fight, even if it is the master of the bloody cloth, of course, it also depends on whether that person is willing or not.

Immediately, some representatives of the forces took the lead in the competition by name, and all the representatives of the named forces came to power; although they said that they were voluntary, if they did not appear, they would probably be ridiculed by other forces.

These elder-level battles are very fierce and exciting, each of them is an old guy who has been famous for decades or even a hundred years, with quite rich combat experience, and innate martial arts are endless, which is an eye-opener for ordinary disciples of the Bloody Clothes Sect.

Among them, especially the elders of the Rakshasa Sect are the most powerful, and they are cultivating the Rakshasa Technique inherited from the existence of an ancient god, and the power of attack is far superior to that of other cultivators in the same realm.

As soon as this elder came on the field, he won one victory after another, and he was the best at attacking, so that the representatives of other forces said that they were willing to bow to the upper hand and were difficult to match.

In the end, the representatives of the other forces did not dare to go on the stage to compete with the Rakshasa Sect, of course, Elder Yin sat leisurely, drinking fine wine, eating delicious food, and had no interest in these exchanges at all, after all, with his cultivation as a finger was enough to kill the whole audience without any accidents.

"Elder of the Rakshasa Sect, I want to ask for advice in the Bloody Clothes Sect. On the chairman's seat, Mo Zhixue performed light exercises, floated on the field, hunting in a red robe, his face was handsome and feminine, and he said respectfully.

"Xue'er, don't mess around, this is not a place for juniors like you to mess around, come up. ”

The words were said like this, but there was no blame on Mo Xueleng's face.

The elder of the Rakshasa Sect nodded, although he was a little annoyed that a junior came on the field regardless of his dignity and humility, but after all, he was still the head of the Bloody Clothes Sect, so he immediately held back his anger and said: "It's okay, I heard that you are the strongest among the disciples of the Bloody Clothes Sect, which is comparable to some of the elders in the Sect, but the old man can ask me about the strength of the most outstanding disciples of your Bloody Clothes Sect." ”