Chapter 277 Golden Core Bloodline, the ceremony is about to begin
The flying magic weapon is in the shape of a gourd, and the interior is hollowed out. It is covered with a layer of suede leather and the decoration is quite exquisite.
Obviously, the Wei family responsible for refining this thing put a lot of thought into it.
After Chen Mo entered, Nie Xin stepped in and sat directly next to him, without any shyness due to the opposite sex.
I saw the flying magic weapon rising slowly, and within a moment it was flying towards the central area.
At this time, a barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the blowing wind and making the interior of the magic weapon even quieter.
"Mr. Chen, which immortal sect are you from?" Nie Xin asked curiously during the flight.
Not many people can taste the purple magic mushroom in one bite.
But no matter how she asked, her father said he didn't know, and he didn't even let her ask the uncle of the family.
"Didn't they tell you?" Chen Mo asked.
"No."
Nie Xin shook her head, and the two sat side by side in the small space.
"Since I didn't tell you, it means it's not appropriate to tell you, so you'd better not know."
After some mysterious words, the Nie family heir became a little unhappy.
Mumbling, he stopped talking.
The speed of the flying magic weapon gradually slowed down, and seeing that it was about to fall back to the ground, Nie Xin once again summoned up the courage to ask: "Can't you really say it?"
Chen Mo smiled and said nothing, his eyes no longer focused on the other party. The body moved to the destination.
At this moment, he was standing between artificial rocks, surrounded by lush forests and bamboos, and in the center was a high bamboo platform built on a pale white arena, almost forty or fifty meters high.
On the top of the high platform, a cluster of red scarves hangs, and the tassels are swaying left and right in the breeze.
The ring is surrounded by bamboo forests that are divided into several blocks, and bamboo chairs are used to create stands.
It looks chaotic, but it actually implies a formation.
Chen Mo landed in a stand in the northwest corner. From his position, he could clearly see every move on the stage, but everything on the left and right, and even on the opposite side, was as mysterious as a thick fog.
“Is this protection of privacy?”
Nie Xin smiled lightly and said, “Yes, since we have invited distinguished guests to watch the ceremony, we naturally have to ensure your safety.”
As the two of them took their seats, several more people jumped off the flying magic weapon and came slowly.
There were only seven benches in the northwest corner where he was, which meant that there were seven people here, including Chen Mo.
And he noticed that the few people who came were all in the Qi Refining Realm, and none of them had any foundation building skills.
"Miss Nie, why are you here?"
The person who came was wearing a green shirt and a weak crown. He had a fair complexion. He was holding a folding fan in one hand and an ancient book in the other. He seemed to be a scholar.
“I’ve seen you, Mr. Sun.”
Sun Yunxian took a step forward and came to Nie Xin, with uncontrollable joy on his face.
Unexpectedly, after seeing each other for several months, we could see each other again here!
"Miss Nie, I asked the general manager of the business, and they said you have something important to do. This is..."
"Arrangements at home." Nie Xin did not clarify the words.
"Are you here to receive this fellow Taoist?" Sun Yunxian looked at Chen Mo. He looked quite old, but his appearance was ordinary.
The kind who blends in with the crowd and doesn't give them a second glance.
But he took a few more glances.
"I'm Sun Yunxian, what do you call me friend?" As a disciple of the Xianwu Sect, Sun Yunxian's vision is beyond the reach of those casual cultivators. For Nie Xin to receive guests in person, his background and status must be high. .
"Chen Mo." Chen Mo stood up and cupped his hands.
"Dare I ask where my friend is from?"
"A casual cultivator."
Sun Yunxian was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that the other party just didn't want to explain.
"If you don't mind it in the future, Fellow Daoist Chen, you can come to the Xianwu Sect to get together. I'll definitely entertain you!" After that, he sat back to his seat without too much entanglement.
The other party's reaction was somewhat beyond Chen Mo's expectations.
Originally, when he recognized Nie Xin, he thought there would be a bloody drama about "why", "who is he" and "you don't deserve it".
Unexpectedly, the other party behaved very well and spoke gracefully.
Not even a word of entanglement was said.
Even Nie Xin, who was standing aside, just smiled in return.
Chen Mo secretly wrote down this name, maybe there will be a chance to meet him in the future.
Soon, five other disciples at the peak of Qi Refining arrived, including him, a total of four men and three women. These people were accompanied by the heirs of the three major families, and even these heirs were also among the best.
If he were placed at Ziyun Peak, he would at least be a disciple of Li Shangxian's level.
As a result, he, a middle-aged monk in his forties, is indeed a bit out of place.
But then again, in terms of lifespan, none of these people can live longer than him!
There were greetings and small talk in twos and threes. A group of outstanding young monks were drinking tea and drinking. The atmosphere was quite relaxed.
"I don't know who will win the first place this year."
"I think the possibility of Wei Feng, the youngest son of the head of the Wei family, is quite high. He has already reached the peak of Qi refining at the age of eighteen. It is said that he has three He has been practicing at Mo Keju, one of the top ten immortal sects, and his puppet skills should not be underestimated!"
Seeing everyone chatting away, Chen Mo also focused his attention.
Just listen to Sun Yunxian say: "The Wei family has spent a lot of money! The youngest son was sent to Mo Keju, and the third daughter was sent to Nianyu Sect. It seems that they have also given up on the great competition of the Foundation Establishment Realm. , focus on winning the first place in the Qi Refining Realm."
"Brother Sun, are you talking about Wei Ruolan? The outstandingly talented heir of the Wei family?" When he heard the name, he glanced at Nie Xin aside from time to time.
Sun Yunxian nodded: "Yes, but it is said that after three years of cultivation, the body is still perfect. The Wei family also wants to use the hands of the Nianyu Sect to give birth to a descendant with strong bloodline!"
"I heard that she has already Is there such a thing as being engaged to your Xianwu Sect?”
“Fellow Taoists, don’t ask any more about this matter.” Sun Yunxian pressed the matter down and didn’t mention it again.
After all, when it comes to the Immortal Sect’s Golden elixir, it’s no longer something he can just open the river to.
The person who asked the question leaned on the back of the bamboo chair, sighed, and continued: "It's easier said than done! Does the bloodline of the Golden Core Realm mean that you can get pregnant as soon as you get pregnant?"
At this time, Chen Mo noticed something strange about Nie Xin beside him.
But it was none of his business, so he naturally wouldn’t ask too much.
He will not interfere with the affairs of the three major families if he can. What he has to do now is to hope that the competition will end soon and continue to go home and farm.
As time passed, all the distinguished guests from the fairy gates around Beiyue City arrived.
Nie Xin also whispered in Chen Mo’s ear: “It’s about to begin.”
Several Qi Refining Realm disciples in the northwest corner were sitting upright, their expressions changing from joking to serious.
Finally, after dozens of breaths, three figures came together!
A man with long hair in white clothes, a Confucian scholar in green clothes, and another in red clothes with a faint, evil smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)