The sun rises in the east, and the light clouds are weak. Halfway through the deep valley, the scattered fog gradually disappeared.

The head of Zhenshen Mountain is selected and sacrificed to the mountain, and the ceremony is not grand. After the contest of candidates, the new head of the company will hold a mountain festival. And at this point, the prelude has already begun.

Under the altar, there is a field of cattle, sheep, pigs, steaming, frying, roasting, all whole, surrounded by colorful and strange mountain specialties. Thick incense shrouded the offerings, and they were lined up until they were ten feet away.

The two layers of disciples inside and outside the edge of the square held their arms and were fully armed and ready for battle, although they all knew that no one would come to attack, but the sense of ritual could not be less. As the first drumsticks fell, the deafening beat of the drums pierced through the clouds and the sky, boiling blood with excitement, and the morning dew on the tips of the leaves beat to the rhythm. In the center of the square, there was a phalanx of 100 people, all of whom were men with wholesale tattoos, dancing in unison, and the neat snorting sound overshadowed the waves.

"Fortunately, this sect master had the foresight to know that boredom added some fun to them. ”

Not far from the roof of the building, Si Quan was very excited, and he had seen several times more powerful rituals than this, without exception, he just felt bored. However, this conference is not destined to be boring.

"There are also a lot of people who practice martial arts in Zhenshen Mountain. ”

There were several phalanxes at the back of the square, all of them were standing, and Situ Ying roughly calculated that there were at least thousands of people.

"These are not the point, according to the information we have, there is no Divine Sword Eastern Emperor Wankong will lose nine times out of ten, but the mountain will be born in battle, and the people of the Four Great Heavenly Sects will not allow it. Look at Zhou Xing and his party, if a few of their hot-blooded young men stop them on the spot, will they be killed and killed?"

"The Four Great Heavenly Sects are all very face-conscious, so why should they prevent others from being born if they have no excuse?

"If they die, with whom shall we go out of the valley?"

"Mountain War is not a reckless man, he will not do this kind of self-seeking destruction, at most he will find someone to assassinate. ”

"Look, if I'm right, the rest will be exciting. ”

Si Quan had some expectations, and doubted that Donghuang Wankong would deal with the mountain battle with the divine sword? Moreover, he also sent a wrong piece of information to Dongtu, expecting that Donghuang Wankong would also not show mercy, and it would be difficult to be wonderful in the future.

It was noon, and the lengthy opening ceremony finally came to an end. Si Quan doubted that the person who was going to run for election would have to wait for the time to get rid of his strength, and the master of ceremonies drank and the martial arts competition finally began.

There are a total of three candidates, except for the two Supreme Elders, three old men in the Grandmaster realm have already taken the stage.

——Generally, a force with more than three people in the realm of a grandmaster and less than ten people can be considered to be first-class. There are five Zhenshen at the moment, which can be regarded as the middle and end of the first-class, but the two Supreme Elders, who almost don't care about the world, are really nothing.

"It's finally started, how can you fight with just three people?"

The facts gave Si Quan the answer, it turned out that the election process was not a fight. A hundred meters behind the altar is a valley wall as smooth as a mirror and towering into the sky. There is a pillar of Tibetan incense at the height of the valley wall, which is almost one meter long, which is used to sacrifice to the mountain. Whoever grabs it is the head of the house, and then sacrifices to the mountain.

"The incense sacrifice ceremony begins now. ”

The master of ceremonies waved his old hand, and three figures jumped towards the valley wall. In addition to the Eastern Emperor Wankong fighting with the mountain, the other is Mu Jiang, who is nearly sixty years old. The scene made a group of young people ashamed and enthusiastic at the same time: they are all over half a hundred years old, but their competitive skills are old and strong.

There was no one shouting and cheering off the field, I don't know if it was because they were afraid of disturbing the three of them or worried about alarming the mountain god, or because they were bent on the body of the supporters, they tensed their strings and held their breath, and some even clenched their fists and bent their bodies, obviously thinking that they were people who were going up the mountain.

Seeing this situation, Si Quan wondered what the Eastern Emperor Wankong needed to do with the divine sword, and the three people attached to the valley wall began to attack. Mu Jiang seemed to be here to be a foil, and soon the Donghuang Wankong and the two surpassed him by a large margin, and the two of them were fighting each other like fierce tigers.

Donghuang Wankong's hand first, seeing that the momentum of the mountain battle was not reduced, the palm of his hand supported a little bulge, and his body turned a somersault in the air and quickly kicked towards the mountain battle - what a stupid move, if the opponent took the palm, he would have to fall into ten zhang.

"Hmph, it's finally done. "Come on

Shan Zhan sneered, as if he was deliberately waiting for the other party to attack. The people on the field were worried and intersected with their fists.

Miraculously, Donghuang Wankong not only did not fall, as if he was sent by the mountain battle, his body turned a corner and quickly jumped up.

"What a move to turn things around"

Some people see that they are ungrateful and admired, but the mountain battle is unwilling, and the current capacity is accelerating, and they will never let the other party have a slight advantage.

Shan Zhan had a good brain, and instead of carrying a heavy weapon like the other two, he wrapped a long whip around his waist. Donghuang Wankong finally won a three-meter gap, and then with a heavy foot, he was caught off guard and fell down.

Seeing that someone was stumbled, the disciples in the audience went up one after another, but fortunately, a master of ceremonies struck a gong, reminding everyone that this is a ceremony for incense: others must not interfere, and life and death have their own destiny.

Everyone who came to their senses stopped, and Donghuang Wankong also reacted in time, not thinking about holding the valley wall, but taking the opportunity to pull the long whip, and Shan Zhan was unexpectedly pulled down the valley wall.

Mu Jiang, who was like a passerby, crawled slowly at the back, and suddenly a figure fell beside him, and before he had time to be happy that there was one less opponent, he was trampled on the top of his head fiercely, and he smashed to the ground with a scream.

"Bump!"

The heavy object fell to the ground, and everyone exclaimed, closing their eyes and grinning and couldn't bear to look at it directly. However, the skill of the mirror of the way is extraordinary, except for being a little embarrassed, falling from a height of more than 20 meters only dirty the corner of Mu Jiang's clothes.

The mountain battle stepped on Mu Jiang and took the opportunity to stabilize his body, and Donghuang Wankong also grabbed the valley wall. is worthy of a veteran, probably because there are too many folds, and the whole body can be supported by friction.

"Looks like it's fun!"

Si Quan was so excited that he couldn't go up and play. However, the next scene made him give up this idea: the two of Donghuang Wankong have already started a full-scale war.

"Don't you have a sword? ”

Climbing rocks in one hand and holding a whip in the other, the mountain battle is disdainful.

"A person like you, who ignores the patriarchal law and uses unscrupulous means, is not worthy of the Excalibur. ”

Donghuang Wankong was in the same position, no one could hear their conversation, and both of them tore off their pseudo-masks. Especially the Eastern Emperor Wankong, if the idea of the birth of the mountain war is still excusable, then he must not give up on the revenge of mutilating his fellow disciples and killing his son.

"I'm younger than me, but my thoughts are old and stubborn, Donghuang Wankong, it's time for you to give way. ”

Shan Zhan doesn't understand the source of the other party's anger, but he is already an opponent, so he must not show mercy. If necessary, he will not hesitate to take this opportunity to get rid of the Eastern Emperor Wankong.

"As long as I have a breath of air, you don't want to destroy the foundation of your ancestors for hundreds of years, and look at the moves. ”

The people in the square just saw the two chatting for a while, guessing that one of them should have said that I was going to make a move, you have to be careful, and then the other party replied that you should make a move, let's stop and so on. So, the two people hanging on the valley wall showed their weapons.

The master of the Grandmaster's Mirror has made a move, and the scene can be imagined. Even on top of the vertical wall, it doesn't make much of a difference. Of course, these are just the opinions of everyone, and the actual situation is unexpected, much more exciting than they imagined.

After using all his internal strength, the person of the Grandmaster's Mirror was able to stand upright on the mirror wall, as if the earth had flipped ninety degrees, and the two of them were walking on the ground.

The speed of the two is as fast as a nightingale under the moon, and the naked eye can only see two shadow pastes, flickering and jumping, shifting shapes and shadows, and they seem to be evenly matched.