One month later.
The birthday feast of the lord Zhao Shanhe began on time.
Dear princes, as well as the senior leaders of the Three Sects and Two Sects, all dressed up to attend.
Above the city lord’s mansion, there were lights and colorful banquets.
"Second Young Master Zhao Yu arrived..."
"The seventh son Zhao Ren is here..."
"The Nine Young Master Zhao Xun found..."
Zhao Shanhe's sons successively showed up.
Along with them, there are also people from three schools and two schools.
For example, the second son Zhao Yu came with Feijianmen and the sunset sect.
Zhao Yu is the most competitive, and the reason is simple, because he has won over the two martial arts, the most powerful.
Zhao Ren, the seventh son, was there with Taiyuanmen.
And Zhao Xun, the Nine Young Master, was supported by Qingyunzong.
These three sons are also the most competitive.
In addition, the third son of Zhao Yan has the help of the Yi family, although it is not a three-family family, but it should not be ignored.
As for the other princes, they basically can't make it to the table.
VIP guests gathered in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
The main seat is currently empty, and the city lord Zhao Shanhe has not yet appeared.
On both sides of the main seat are the second son, the seventh son, the ninth son and the third son.
These four sons are the closest to the main seat, which also reflects their status.
The eldest son died early, so there is no eldest son.
Qin Feng, Han Lao, Xianger and Han Chong, representing the Yi people, sat behind San Gongzi.
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"Today's scene is really big, the masters of the three sects and two sects are here."
Xianger looked a little cramped.
Because she knows that there are some grievances between the Yiren tribe and Sanmen Erzong.
Similarly, Han Chong was also stiff, afraid to speak.
He was the most talented among the Yiren tribe's juniors, and even under such circumstances, he didn't dare to breathe.
On the contrary, the people of Sanmen Erzong talk and laugh happily and openly.
Qin Feng's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the people of the five factions, basically knowing what he knew.
"The Sect Master of Sunset Sect should be the strongest among them."
Qin Feng thought secretly.
On the left hand side of the second son, Zhao Yu, was an old man in a green robe, with a profound cultivation base, infinitely close to the ancient god stage.
If alone, Han Lao is not his opponent.
On the right of Zhao Yu, there is a middle-aged in white, with a long sword on his back, with a somewhat elegant charm in his gestures.
This person is the head of Feijianmen, and his Taoist name is "White Lotus Sword Fairy", and his strength is second only to the Sect Master of Sunset.
However, if compared with Qin Feng, even if the two of them joined forces, they would be no match for Qin Feng.
"That purple-robed old man is the head of the Taiyuan Sect, right?"
Soon, Qin Fengyou looked at the old man next to Zhao Ren, the seventh son.
This person has gray hair, no trimming, and a smell of pill fragrance all over his body. He should be a pharmacist.
As for the cultivation base, it's about the same as Old Han.
"The Sect Master of Qingyun Sect is actually a woman?"
In the end, Qin Feng's gaze was attracted by the Sect Master Qingyun.
This woman seems to be in her thirties, without the slightest air of dust. Although she is not beautiful, she has a refined temperament and is honored as "Qingyun Xiangu" by people.
As far as strength is concerned, Celestial Aunt Qingyun is not inferior to Sword Celestial White Lotus.
As for the head teacher of Tianyimen, his cultivation base was the weakest, and the young man he supported had no competitiveness, and was directly ignored by Qin Feng.
"The Lord of the City is here..."
After a while, the lord Zhao Shanhe finally appeared.
Outside the hall, a tall man walked in with a smile on his face.
His aura is restrained, like the sky and the sea, unfathomable.
The moment he saw Zhao Shanhe, Qin Feng was also slightly surprised, and said to his heart: Zhao Shanhe is also an ancient god
However, he changed his mind, and it seemed reasonable.
If Zhao Shanhe is in charge of the Xuanhuang City with a population of more than one billion people, how can he establish prestige if he does not have a strong backing
"Congratulations father, longevity is boundless."
Under the leadership of the second son Zhao Yu, everyone bowed together.
"Well... hahaha... take your seat."
Zhao Shanhe nodded and smiled.
After a few simple rhetoric, soon entered the heavy link-presenting birthday gifts!
By offering birthday gifts, you can see the financial resources and means of the great princes.
According to the previous rules, the higher the status of the son, the more the finale.
The reason for this is because I am afraid that other sons will feel inferior.
Those princes with weak financial resources and inadequate means can naturally not afford to give away any valuables.
If the second son, the seventh son and others appeared in the beginning, how ashamed of the other sons
After a dozen or so young men presented their birthday gifts, it was finally the turn of the show.
"Father, this is a little bit of filial piety from the child, I hope my father likes it."
The Ninth Young Master, Zhao Xun, held a delicate wooden box in his hand and bowed.
Immediately, in the curious eyes of everyone, he opened the wooden box, and the dazzling light flooded out, illuminating the entire hall.
"This is the inner alchemy of the Deep Sea Flood Dragon?"
Everyone was shocked.
The dragon inner pill, if an ordinary person takes it, it can increase the life span of three thousand years.
And if the practitioner refines, it can improve the bloodline quality.
Of course, to an ancient god like Zhao Shanhe, this dragon inner pill has no meaning.
However, Zhao Shanhe was still very pleased. It was simply a love for his son.
"Xun'er is interested."
Zhao Shanhe nodded and smiled and accepted the wooden box.
"Nine brother, the dragon inner pill you sent has no effect on father."
At this moment, the seventh son Zhao Ren stood up.
His words also caused everyone to frown slightly. Under such circumstances, it is obviously not suitable to say such words.
"I wonder what good things Seventh Brother has prepared?"
Zhao Xun snorted softly.
"I'm optimistic."
Zhao Ren was not welcome, and came directly to Zhao Shanhe, and also took out a wooden box.
"Father, this is a half elixir, please accept it."
"What? Half elixir?"
Zhao Shanhe was slightly surprised.
For the ancient gods, the semi-immortal pill was also very beneficial.
"This is a priceless treasure entrusted by the head of Taiyuan Sect to refine it."
Zhao Ren said with an arrogant expression.
"Hahaha... Soon, this half-celestial pill, my father likes it very much."
Zhao Shanhe laughed.
Upon seeing this, Qin Feng's eyes flickered and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ren more.
"This kid has a deep heart. It's not easy to make this semi-immortal pill. It's three years of alchemy and three years of cultivation. This is not even the time to collect medicinal materials."
Qin Feng muttered to himself.
In other words, Zhao Ren had planned this day as early as seven or eight years ago.
Many people nodded secretly and looked at Zhao Ren with admiration.
"Brother, it's your turn."
At this moment, Zhao Yu, who was opposite the wine table, suddenly glanced at Zhao Yan.
In order, Zhao Yu was the last to play.
"Second brother, it's better for you first."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan actually refused.
"Me first?"
Zhao Yu frowned.
What do you mean
Does Zhao Yan have a treasure heavier than himself
When was he so conceited
The people present also looked at Zhao Yan with weird expressions, not understanding what he meant by what he said.
"Well, I'll be my first, I'm afraid that the third brother will be embarrassed."
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