The sacrificial ceremony has always been the custom of Cangling Mountain.

Each mountain will send the most outstanding disciples to participate in the sacrifices, such as worshipping incense, heaven and earth, worshiping gods, and worshipping Cangling Mountain.

In previous years, Feng Lingxuan was exchanged for Yu Heng and Murong Feng, and Xiangyu Mountain sent Bai Ying to participate, while Mu Hibiscus Mountain was replaced every 100,000 years with the latest closed disciple.

They Fanyin Pavilion, she has always sent Yuntong out to represent, because she knows what her daughter's heart is, she doesn't like such an occasion, so only Yuntong is the most suitable object.

But this year, Yun Tong was fined and confined for 100,000 years, how can she find a better and more suitable candidate in these 100,000 years?

Yu Lan raised his glass and touched the person next to him lightly, "You have also seen the person, and now your wish is gone?" ”

Yu Juncheng picked up the wine cup and smiled playfully, "People have seen it, but they haven't gotten it yet." ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to get that thing."

His face changed, and he turned his head to look at him, "What do you mean?" ”

Twilight Lan chuckled silently, and drank it all up, "Take a good taste of our fruit wine here, you can't drink such an authentic taste outside." ”

"What you think I want to drink is—" Yu Juncheng's hand holding the wine cup turned a little white, and his words were excited.

"General Yuda!" The painting elder beside him raised his glass in salute, interrupting what he was about to say.

Yu Juncheng turned his head to look over, his face became calm and comfortable in an instant, and he advanced and retreated, "Painting elder? ”

"General Jing Yu, a cup, welcome to our Cangling Mountain."

He smiled and raised his glass to him, "Elder Painting is polite." As he spoke, he drank it all, and drank it all together with Fang Cai's unhappiness.

After painting Qinyan, he drank it all, and poured himself another glass, still saluting him.

Yu Juncheng: "......" He didn't want to drink more with him.

"General Yu's cultivation is profound, and the power of magic must be very profound, I don't know when I will be able to see your true knowledge, and it will be good to see it?"

"What did Elder Hua say? No matter how profound my cultivation is, I can't compare to your ability to reach the peak. Besides, you teach well, and the disciples are on your side, which can I be compared with an idler? ”

"No matter how well he teaches, he is not as profound as General Yu's cultivation and his own world. This group of my disciples have the talent of rotten wood, and I still have to learn from you. ”

"Elder Hua is really humble, and the disciples who can enter your sect must be shrewd and capable, and able to make good decisions."

"Hahaha, General Yu can speak well, and he deserves to be the right-hand man of the King of the Toba Clan!"

Between the expressions of the painters, you and him come and go, whether they are talking or drinking, they are full of confrontational edges, which makes people unguardable.

Yu Juncheng raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and the eyelashes covered by the wine glass instantly became cold, a little mocking, who doesn't know the name of his painting of Qinyan?

For the sake of his noble position in the sect, how many closed disciples did he accept into Hibiscus Mountain one after another?

But there are a few disciples who can withstand his harsh training and suffocating management. In the end, it's not a loss of fame, and people and money are empty.

Painting Qinyan poured a third glass of wine again, still saluted him, and said, "General Yu came this time, I don't know why?" ”

Yu Juncheng had just put down the cup, and he had to hold it again.

Qin Yin, who was behind him, walked forward, lowered his body and was about to pour him wine, but he raised his hand and refused.

"What am I here for?" Yu Juncheng held up the empty wine glass and turned his head to ask him.

The painting was unmoved, looking at him without changing his face, waiting for his next step.

Hear the words

Everyone's eyes looked at each other, a little frightened. This is the second meeting, has it started again.

"What does the Sect Master think?" Yu Juncheng turned his head and threw the question to Yu Lan again.

Yu Lan calmly picked up the wine cup and calmly responded: "He wants to come to meet the newly closed disciples in my sect. ”

Miaoyuan: "......" is so dignified, why did the topic jump to her again.

Yu Juncheng hooked his lips and smiled, lowered his head and poured himself a glass of spirits, and then raised his head and saluted with the painting, "By the way, I also met Elder Painting, your newly accepted closed disciple." ”

Hua Rong was startled, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the person next to her, and whispered: "Don't drink it, the people on the stage are talking about you." ”

This stinky boy, it would be ugly to drink it again.

Han Mo gently put down the wine cup in his hand, lowered his eyes and replied, "I heard it, senior brother." ”

Miao Yuan couldn't help but look up, but saw that Hanmo had kept his head down, as if he didn't want to look at her, and couldn't help but feel sour water in her heart, corroding her soul and feeling a little uncomfortable.

The serpent seems to have changed, and he has become not as kind to her as before.

Hua Qinyan's hand holding the wine cup trembled, and he almost spilled the wine, and his face became heavier, "Why did General Yu say this?" ”

Yu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, and only after drinking the liquor in the cup did he answer his question, quite arrogant and rebellious.

"I have always been fortunate to hear the rumor of Elder Hua, saying that you are the most happy to accept the closed disciples, train them day and night, and train batch after batch of excellent disciples for Cangling Mountain, and you are one of the most amazing teachers in Cangling Mountain."

"So I admire it, so I want to meet your newly accepted closed disciple to see how many days he can become a talent, and how many days can he stay under your door?"

Everyone's expressions changed and they were shocked.

Who doesn't know that Elder Hua is fierce, harsh and ruthless, although the disciples have accepted a lot of closed disciples and ordinary disciples, but there are very few disciples who can survive to this day in his hands.

Many disciples are under his rigorous training, and they are either injured or killed, which can be said to be the biggest taboo in his heart, and it is also the secret of Hibiscus Mountain. Now it was told in public by this general Yuda, and it was still on this hall.

This...... Isn't this just revealing people's scars and poking people's sore spots?

The face of the painter sank, and his eyes were full of coldness. Everyone only heard the sound of "pop", and saw that the wine glass he was holding in his hand was crushed into pieces by him vigorously, and the crumbs were all over the place, and the liquor overflowed, wetting his robe and wafting the smell of wine all over the table.

"Draw, draw the Elder?" Chu Mengcheng, who was sitting between the two of them, was simply tormented and regretted.

You said that he would die or not, and he sat in such a broken position. I thought that I would get closer to Yu Juncheng and ask more questions, but who knows, I didn't ask a word, but the hatred pulled a lot.

"Bang!" Hua Qinyan got up and shook his hand, throwing all the slag in his hand onto the table.

Chu Mengcheng hurriedly got up and persuaded him, "Paint... Draw the ...... of the Elders"

Ruolin was about to get up, when he saw Hua Qinyan looking at Yu Juncheng condescendingly, and forced the anger on his body and said: "General Yu is a foreign guest, Elder Ben respects you, but you don't have to be too much." ”

Yu Juncheng turned his head to look at him, there was no fear in his eyes, but he said with a smile: "What am I talking about, making you so angry, Elder Hua?" ”

"Huh!" Painting Qinyan threw up his sleeves and left, and all the closed disciples of Hibiscus Mountain in the audience stood up.

Hua Rong pulled Han Mo and immediately stood up, for fear that he was already drunk and didn't know the situation at the moment, and he didn't understand the situation at the moment.

"Let's go, the guests don't like us, then you don't have to stay here, what kind of hospitality to eat!"

Long Sheng saluted and followed, "The master is reasonable. ”

Hua Rong walked out with his feet raised for the second time, and urged the people next to him by the way, "Hurry up and keep up!" ”

Han Mo slowly raised his feet, walked out of the banquet seat, glanced up at Miao Yuan, turned around and followed them, and left the main hall.

"Big-" Miao Yuan was about to call him out, but she felt rude, and quickly covered her lips and lowered her head.

How so.

How did things come to this?

On top of the high seat

As if he hadn't seen anything, he raised his glass and said, "Drink, don't be restrained." ”

Everyone was at a loss and picked up the cups, "Yes, Sect Master." ”