The Spirit Doctor Sect is in the hidden gate, and its status has always been special.

Their cultivation strength may not be top-notch, but the monks of the major hidden sects all rely on the Spirit Medicine Sect.

What's more, it was the master of the Spirit Doctor Sect Dao Pavilion who came to congratulate him on his birthday, which was a big face.

"All the disciples of the seventh line of the Han family came over immediately and greeted the Wu Pavilion Lord with the old man." Handlun said loudly.

Soon, Han Delun hurried to the gate with the core disciples of the seventh vein, ready to greet Wu Wanren.

And Wu Wanqian walked in with Tian Zhengxin.

"The Lord of the Wu Pavilion is in a humble house, it really makes my Han family shine, the old man is really honored, and he actually let the Lord of the Wu Pavilion come to congratulate him personally." Han Delun smiled and spoke modestly, but his eyes were extremely excited and complacent.

"Han Daoyou doesn't have to be so polite, the master of this pavilion is also on the order of the young master of my family, and he has come to congratulate you on his birthday." Wu Wanqian said lightly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

When everyone present heard this, they were shocked, and then they all looked at each other, wondering if they had heard something.

What Wu Wanqian said just now was that on the orders of the young master of his family?

He is the pavilion master of the Medical Dao Pavilion, how can he be someone else's servant with such a transcendent status?

Could it be, yes...... Three Holy Lands?

Only in this way can there be a plausible explanation.

At this time, everyone looked at Han Delun's gaze, and they were even more in awe.

And the representatives of the other dozen veins of the Han family looked nervous.

If it is said that it is the people from the Three Holy Lands who come to celebrate his birthday, does it mean that they are willing to let Han Delun become the head of the entire Han family?

Han Delun also thought of this layer, and his heart was even more ecstatic.

"I don't know who the young master of the Wu Pavilion Lord is?" Han Delun asked, the excitement and smugness on his face were uncontrollable, if he hadn't restrained himself, he would have laughed directly.

"Han Daoyou will know soon, the young master of my family entrusted me with a congratulatory gift, Han Daoyou, please accept the gift." Wu Wanren said.

Han Delun immediately stretched out his hand and was about to accept the gift.

However, Wu Wanqian stepped aside and shouted outside, "Bring the congratulatory gift in."

Han Delun was stunned for a moment, how big is that congratulatory gift, it was actually carried in, isn't it a treasure?

Thinking of this possibility, Han Delun's heart pounded, and a strong sense of anticipation swelled.

At this moment, four large men walked in carrying a rather large rectangular object, which was also covered with a layer of red satin.

Looking at the struggling appearance of the four people, this thing obviously has a lot of weight.

With a bang, the four of them put the object down, shaking the entire ground, and the bluestone slabs below were shattered into a dozen pieces.

"Han Daoyou, this is a congratulatory gift from the young master of my family, please uncover it and see if you like it or not." Wu Wanren said.

Han Delun rubbed his hands, looking very excited, he came to the object and slowly stretched out his hand.

Everyone present was staring at each other, wanting to see what kind of peerless treasure this was.

At this time, Handlun grabbed the silk cloth and lifted it.

With a bang, the big red silk cloth was lifted aside.

Everyone's eyes widened and they looked hard, their mouths wide open, ready to scream with joy.

But in an instant, when everyone saw what the object was, they were all petrified in place.

Han Delun's body stiffened, stunned, and the rest of the Han family were also dumbfounded.

The atmosphere was very strange, and there were so many monks present, and there was only the sound of light or heavy breathing.

Han Delun came back to his senses, his face was blue and white for a while.

In the middle of the night, he stared at Wu Wanqian angrily, as if he was about to swallow him into his stomach.

Wu Wanqian didn't seem to be aware of it, and said in a low voice: "Han Daoyou, the young master of my family asked me to tell you a word - Spring City Han Qing, carry the coffin to congratulate."