The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Sacrifice ceremonies have always been a custom in Cangling Mountain.

Each mountain will send the most outstanding disciples of Guanmen to participate in the sacrificial activities, such as offering incense, worshiping heaven and earth, worshiping gods, and worshiping Cangling Mountain.

In previous years, Feng Lingxuan was replaced by Yu Heng and Murong Feng, Xiangyu Mountain sent Bai Ying to participate without hesitation, and Mujin Mountain was replaced by the latest closed disciple every 10 years.

She has always sent Yuntong to represent their Fanyin Pavilion, because she knows her daughter's temperament, and she doesn't like to stand out in such situations, so only Yuntong is the most suitable candidate.

But this year, Yuntong was sentenced to 10 years of confinement. During these 10 years, how could she find a better and more suitable candidate?

Min Lan raised his glass and touched it lightly with the person next to him, "You've also met me, have you fulfilled your wish now?"

Yu Juncheng picked up the wine cup and smiled playfully, "I've seen you, but I haven't gotten the things yet."

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

His expression changed and he turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"

Min Lan smiled softly and drank it all, "Try the fruit wine we have here. You can't get 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 he spoke excitedly.

"General Yu!" Elder Hua beside him raised a glass to him and interrupted what he wanted to say.

Yu Juncheng turned his head and looked over, his expression suddenly became calm and calm, and he advanced and retreated in a measured manner, "Elder Hua?"

"A toast to General Yu. Welcome to our Cangling Mountain."

He smiled and raised his glass to him, "You're welcome, Elder Hua." As he said that, he drank it all in one gulp, along with the discomfort he felt just now.

Hua Qinyan then finished his drink and poured himself another glass, still toasting him.

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

"General Yu has a high level of cultivation, so he must be very powerful in magic. I wonder when I will be able to see your true consciousness and have a glimpse of it?"

"What did Elder Hua say? No matter how advanced my cultivation is, I can't compare to your ability to reach the pinnacle. Besides, you teach well and have disciples by your side. How can I, an idle person, compare with you?"

"No matter how good your teaching is, it is not as profound as General Yu's cultivation and unparalleled in the world. These disciples of mine are so talented that they still have to learn from you."

"Elder Hua is really humble. The disciples who can join your sect must be smart, capable, and able to make good decisions."

"Hahaha, General Yu is eloquent and worthy of being the right-hand man next to the King of the Toba Tribe!"

Hua Qinyan's expression remained calm while he was going back and forth with him. Whether he was talking or drinking, he was full of confrontational edge, making it difficult for people to guard against.

Yu Juncheng raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. His eyelashes covered by the wine glass instantly became cold, and he was a little mocking. Who doesn't know his name for painting Qin Yan?

For the sake of his lofty status in the sect, how many close disciples have been admitted into Mibiscus 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 just the loss of reputation and the loss of people and money.

Hua Qinyan then poured a third glass of wine, still saluted him, and said: "General Yu, I wonder why you came here this time?"

Yu Juncheng had to pick up the cup he had just put down.

Qin Yin came forward from behind, lowering her body and preparing to pour him wine, but he raised his hand to refuse.

"Why did I come here?" Yu Juncheng raised his empty wine glass and turned to ask him.

Hua Qinyan was unmoved and looked at him without changing his expression, waiting for his next words.

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Everyone looked over together, a little frightened.Is this the second confrontation, starting again?

"What do you think, Lord Sect Master?" Yu Juncheng turned around and asked the question to Ming Lan.

Minlan calmly picked up the wine cup and responded calmly: "He wants to come and meet the newly admitted disciple of my sect."

Miaoyuan: "..." It's so good, but why did the topic jump to her again.Yu Juncheng raised his lips and smiled. He lowered his head and poured himself a glass of strong wine. He then raised it to greet Hua Qin and said, "By the way, I would like to meet Elder Hua, your new disciple."

Huarong was startled, and quickly turned to look at the people beside her, and whispered: "Stop drinking, the people on the stage are talking about you."

This brat will make a fool of himself if he drinks any more.

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

Miaoyuan couldn't help but look up, but she saw Han Mo keeping his head down, as if he didn't want to look at her. She couldn't help but feel sour water in her heart, corroding her soul, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Orochi seemed to have changed and was no longer as kind to her as before.

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

Yu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, and after drinking the strong wine in the glass, he answered his question, which was quite arrogant and unruly.

"I have always been fortunate to hear rumors from Elder Hua, saying that you are the most happy to have closed disciples. You work tirelessly to train them day and night, and you have cultivated batches of outstanding disciples for Canglingshan. You are one of the most amazing teachers in Canglingshan. one."

"That's why I admire you so much. Therefore, I would like to meet your new disciple to see how many days he can become a talented person and how many days he can stay under your disciples?"

Everyone's expressions changed and they were horrified.

Everyone knows that Elder Hua is harsh and ruthless. Although his sect has accepted many closed disciples and ordinary disciples, there are very few disciples who can survive to this day in his hands.

Many of his disciples were either injured or died under his harsh training. This can be said to be the biggest taboo in his heart, and it is also the secret that Mugashan Mountain keeps silent.Now, General Yu actually said it in public, still in this hall.

This...isn't this just exposing people's wounds and poking their sore spots?

Hua Qin's face darkened, his eyes filled with coldness.Everyone only heard a "pop" sound, and saw that the wine glass in his hand was crushed into pieces by him, and the shards were all over the place. The strong wine overflowed, soaking the clothes, and the smell of wine spread all over the table. .

"Hua, Hua Elder?" Chu Mengcheng, who was sitting between the two of them, was in agony and regretful.

You said you would die, but he took this ridiculous position.I originally thought that being closer to Yu Juncheng would make it easier to ask questions, but who knows, in the end, I didn’t ask a single word, and the hatred was increased a lot.

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

Chu Mengcheng quickly stood up and persuaded him, "Hua...Elder Hua..."

Ruolin was about to get up when he saw Hua Qinyan looking down at Yu Juncheng, suppressing the anger in his body and saying: "General Yu is a foreign guest. I respect you, but you don't have to go too far. .”

Yu Juncheng turned to look at him. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he smiled and said, "What did I say to make you so angry, Elder Hua?"

"Ha!" Hua Qinyan threw up his sleeves and walked away, and all the closed disciples of Muzhen Mountain in the audience stood up.

Hua Rong pulled Han Mo and stood up immediately, fearing that he was already drunk and did not understand the situation at the moment.

"Come on, the guests don't like us, so there's no need to stay here and have a banquet!"

Long Sheng saluted and followed, "Master's words make sense."

Huarong walked out the second time, urging the people next to her, "Hurry up and follow!"

Han Mo slowly raised his feet and walked out of the banquet seat. He looked up at Miaoyuan, turned around and followed them out of the hall.

"Da——" Miaoyuan was about to call him out, but she felt rude and quickly covered her lips and lowered her head.

How did that happen.

How could things become like this?

on a high seat
As if he didn't see anything, Minlan raised his glass and drank, "Drink, don't be restrained."

Everyone was at a loss and picked up their cups in obedience, "Yes, Lord Sect Master."