Wait a little longer.”

"Ha ha!

I think the Dewen clan brother has never seen the true face of the ancestor and grandmother, so he is so anxious!"

“This is possible!

My grandmother and Dewen brother may have seen him.

But he may have never seen the ancestor before."

"It shouldn't be!"

"After we moved to Ping'an City, didn't the ancestor attend the banquet at that time?"

"You forgot...

Devin had not been born at that time, how could he have seen it before?"

"It seems to be true!"

"you do not say?

Dewen is the first tribe member of the 'De' generation to break through the Jindan realm and chase us old guys in terms of cultivation."

"One generation is stronger than the other, which is really a blessing for our clan!"

"Dear clan elders, you are too proud of your younger generations.

I was just lucky enough to reach the Golden Pill Realm first!"

“···”

Just as the Jindan real people wearing gorgeous Taoist robes were chatting and laughing with each other, the atmosphere was warm and solemn...

suddenly.

On the high platform, two thrones lined up side by side suddenly appeared.

For a moment.

No one noticed many golden elixir monks.

good.

The person who came was Cheng Buzheng and Murong Wanwan!

After all, it is obviously not something that ordinary people can do without the ability of a group of Jindan monks to notice.

It is possible that the cultivation level is at least in the Nascent Soul Realm.

soon.

Cheng Buzheng, wearing a luxurious robe, appeared with Murong Wanwan in a palace skirt, attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing this, the tribesmen offered blessings one after another, and their voices were filled with respect and joy.

"The ancestor is happy to receive the great way, which is indeed a blessing for our clan!"

"May the ancestor live forever and the clan be prosperous for thousands of years!"

“···”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Blessings are heard one after another, and they are ringing throughout the Immortal Pavilion.

Sitting upright in the living room, Cheng Buzheng stood up with Murong Wanwan's slender jade hand, with a faint smile on his face.

His eyes swept across every tribe, and his eyes were filled with love and comfort.

"Although I take one step ahead on the way to immortality, the future of my clan is in your hands!

same!

The glory of our clan needs to be created by you."

Upon hearing this, Murong Wanwan also looked at the many descendants in the Immortal Pavilion with a smile and said with a smile:

"Today's banquet was set for your ancestors' celebration!

Now let us raise the wine cup and congratulate the ancestor on his great progress in his cultivation."

Said.

Murong Wanwan reached out to take the wine cups on the table in front of the throne and handed one of them in front of Cheng Buzheng.

at the same time!

Many descendants of the Cheng family in the Immortal Pavilion also stood up, held up the wine cup, and said happily:

"Congratulations to the ancestor!"

"Congratulations to the ancestor!"

“···”

Cheng Buzheng took the wine cup handed over by his wife and said with a smile:

"We raise our glasses to drink together!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

After waiting for the Cheng to drink Lingjiu, he said loudly:

"Feast!"

As soon as this sound came out.

In Feixian Pavilion, many tribesmen sat cross-legged behind desks, and their eyes fell on the plates of spiritual fruits in front of them.

Inadvertently, I waved my sleeves!

The extremely precious spiritual fruit has disappeared.

Tightly, they held wine cups while talking to the neighboring tribe members.

On the other side.

Cheng Ping'an, who was sitting cross-legged behind the desk table, made a color look at Cheng Qingyang who was sitting next to him.

Noting the gaze he cast, he put down the wine cup in his hand and patted his hands a few times.

soon.

Below, a young monk walked out of the long table tables and bowed to the ancestor and grandmother on the throne of the high platform!

"My younger generation Cheng Wenli, pay homage to my ancestors and grandmothers!

Meet all elders!”

Said.

He saluted Cheng Buzheng and Murong Wanwan on the throne of the high platform, and then bowed to all sides, then spoke and continued:

"now!

The ancestor's cultivation has improved greatly, and the younger generation has a trick [Nine Dragons Offering Pill] to celebrate with all the clan members!"

"I hope my ancestor will be grateful!

With all the younger generations, they have filial piety!”

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting upright on the throne, glanced at Cheng Qingyang.

However, he did not disturb the rare atmosphere of celebration and said with a smile:

"allow!"

Hearing words.

The young monk waved his hand and threw it away, and balls of colorful liquid wrapped in faint aura floated out.

See this scene.

The eyes of the Qi Refining Clan members were full of confusion and they started to discuss.

"Why does the liquid in the spiritual light look like the essence of the spiritual medicine!"

“Not like it!

that is!"

"Don't you smell the faint fragrance of medicine?"

"However, brother Wenli tribe takes out the essence of spiritual medicine!"

"After all, if the essence tempered by the spiritual medicine cannot be refined into pills at the corresponding time, the efficacy of the medicine will definitely evaporate!"

“Don’t know!

Maybe this is related to what Brother Wenli just said about [Jiulong Pill Offering]!"
To be continued...