Mujia, Ten Miles of Peach Grove.

The banquet here is in full swing.

The Shili Shou peach grove in the center is indeed well-deserved, and the rich aroma of the spiritual fruit makes people unable to extricate themselves.

The entire venue was roughly divided into three categories: upper, middle and lower.

Jiang Li's wooden clone and the shopkeeper Yao Wangxuan were sitting in a relatively peripheral position, with three longevity peaches and other delicacies made from precious ingredients placed in front of each of them.

Chongshan Alliance and Yaowangxuan are really not considered big sects in the Eastern Region. If they join the Si Shen Temple, they may be able to sit in some positions inside.

And the outermost group, of course, are the 1,200 casual cultivators who were lucky enough to receive peach blossom invitations.

The anonymous invitations they hold can only sit on the outermost edge, and they also need to become entertainment content for the big shots inside.

In the middle of the entire venue, there is a beautifully carved competition ring.

The most popular form of entertainment in the world of immortality is martial arts competitions.

The casual cultivators come forward to compete in pairs, and the winner can show his prowess in front of many sects, and can also receive longevity peaches as a reward from the Mu family.

If you can win ten games in a row, you will not only become famous in the Eastern Region, but you will also get a thirty-year longevity peach that even the children of the Mu family cannot easily eat.

Think about the price of Mujiashoushou peaches at the auction at that time. If you sell this one, you will be rich.

"You two are a little late, please take a seat here."

The banquet had been going on for a long time, and then two more people came hurriedly in from behind, holding invitations.

The waiter was obviously dissatisfied. Two casual cultivators dared to be late for the grand Mu family birthday party.

Do they think they are superior gods?

The waiter led the two people to a remote seat and then ignored them.

The last two people to enter the scene were none other than Jiang Li and Mu Yulan.

In the battle with the idol's clone just now, Mu Yulan was not actually injured, but she was just a little mentally exhausted.

Now she is also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and she will be fine after adjusting her breath for a while. Of course, this is only when Jiang Li stays by her side.

Otherwise, without his suppression, Ghost King Yang Ruozhi would immediately make a comeback and fight for control.

So if she doesn't want to lose consciousness forever, it's best to follow Jiang Li first.

After telling Jiang Li everything about the Jiuyoumu in the cemetery, the two of them changed their faces and identities, and returned to the Mu Family Peach Grove together using an invitation collected by the stubborn hermit cultivator.

Now he is disguised as a clone of Jiuyoumu. As long as he hides among the casual cultivators, he can hide himself in the dark again.

Jiang Li wanted to see what kind of tricks the Jiuyou tree, which had been defeated by him before, could do this time.

Before knowing the existence of the Goddess, Jiuyoumu in the cemetery had already entangled a group of demon cultivators and planned to attack the Mu family.

Now, even though Yang Ruozhi failed to snatch the autumn paintings of the sacred mountain, it will most likely not affect their action plan.

Jiang Li had to take this opportunity to completely bury the tree.

Otherwise, with such a guy watching behind his back, Jiang Li's stubborn stone hermit cultivator and Man Jianghong would not be able to guarantee their safety, and he would have trouble sleeping and eating.

In addition, Yan Hong and the others are still in the hands of Jiu Youmu in the cemetery. No matter what, he has to rescue his friends.

"Hey, you two guys who are late, how about giving me these two peaches? I think you won't mind."

The two of them had just sat down under the peach blossom tree, and a birthday peach each had just been placed on the table.

A big man with thick hair and a beard that almost connected with his eyebrows stood in front of them with two other younger brothers.

In the world of casual cultivators, you may encounter this kind of thing at any time.

Most of these casual cultivators bullied the weak and feared the strong. They did not dare to go on stage to fight for Shoudao, but they dared to show their teeth and claws at those who seemed easy to bully.

Jiang Li was stunned for a long time, it had been a long time since such a bratty person showed up in front of him.

After taking a look at the clothes and smells on his and Mu Yulan's bodies, he discovered the problem. The two of them had gone too far in hiding this time.

As a casual cultivator without backstage protection, you can only protect yourself.

If you are not fierce enough or strong enough, these bad things will keep coming to you.

Even at a banquet like this, someone will come to trouble you.

Mu Yulan frowned and made a crane-claw gesture with one hand under the table, preparing to teach these people a lesson for overestimating their abilities.

Ever since that time in the ghost town of Fengdu, the abandoned disciple of Qianhe Tower had encountered too many things in the past few months.

His personality is completely different from before.

But before she took action, a hand was placed on the big man's shoulder from behind.

"When I'm drinking, I will chop anyone who dares to be an eyesore in front of me. Do you understand?"

The person who came here smelled of alcohol and was dazed, his clothes were baggy and not gorgeous, and his figure was far less burly than these three big men.

He looks like a drunkard.

But when he raised his eyes, the fierce aura emanating from his eyes made the three of them shudder.

Just by being looked at like this, they felt as if their faces had been cut open by a knife blade, and they felt a burning sting.

"Drunk... Drunk young man! Sorry, sorry, we are an eyesore. We'll leave right away. We'll leave right away."

The three people immediately gave up on the peaches on Jiang Li's table, turned around and left the place directly.

The drunkard glanced at the two people on the table.

"Would you mind buying me a glass of wine?"

Without waiting for a reply, he picked up a bottle of peach blossom wine in front of Jiang and Li.

Carrying the wine bottle, he staggered to the center where the competition was taking place.

The two people were fighting fiercely on the ring, and when they saw someone suddenly intruding, they started to yell and yell in displeasure.

But the drunken young man took out the sword from his waist and performed a very beautiful sword technique.

The swaying aura of wine, fire and sword forced all the two people above them down.

"Leader Jiang, look, that person is Mr. Drunk, a casual cultivator who has become very famous in Fengyang City."

"There are also Young Master Gambler, Young Master Lover and Young Master Killer over there. They are collectively called the Four Young Masters of Loose Cultivators in Fengyang City."

"You are young, but your cultivation is outstanding. Compared with many disciples of major sects, they are no less generous. Many sects want to recruit them, but they have never been successful."

On the other side, the old shopkeeper Jiang introduced the situation of casual cultivators to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li, who was listening to the news at the same time, stayed in the crowd and looked at the four young people who were quite famous among the casual cultivators.

In casual cultivation, they are the focus.

There is always a group of people around, and there are constant compliments.

Before the drunkard came on stage, he drank with everyone he saw. The tables around him were full of drunkards lying on the ground. One person drank down thirty monks. But after drinking such a large amount of spiritual wine, it was still...

The sword skills are sharp and the fighting power is amazing.

The Gambler loves gambling the most. Several banquet tables were put together on his side, and he started the gambling game on the spot regardless of the eyes of the people around him.

His magic weapon is six millstone-sized dice magic weapons. After taking the stage, he spins and throws them out, smashing his opponents away with a continuous offensive.

The love boy was dressed as a handsome scholar, handsome in appearance and sympathetic to others. Surrounded by more than a dozen beautiful female casual cultivators, it seemed that he had just hooked up with her at the venue. This man's talent in this area was obviously different from

Ordinary people.

Only the last murderer, the cold and cold man, leaned against the tree alone and was indifferent to everything.

This person is said to be from a killer organization, and he dares to take any orders. He even once jumped over the level and killed a golden elixir master when he was in the virtual elixir realm.

Jiang Li watched with great interest in the crowd and marveled.

A group of casual cultivators pecking at each other can give people some unexpected surprises from time to time.

The fourth young master of the casual cultivator did have some skills. The four of them took turns to play, and they all easily won ten games in a row and got a thirty-year-old birthday peach.

Even the fate of two sect disciples among them failed to stop them. Instead, they themselves lost face.

Soon, the entertaining competition came to an end.

A head of the Mu family stood in the middle of the ring with a large iron cage in his hand.

"Thank you all for coming to my Mujia Birthday Peach Party. Next, as usual, it will be our peach mouse hunt."

"All young monks under the age of fifty can participate and try to win a fortune."

"Here are 100 gray peach rats, five silver peach rats and one golden peach rat."

"If you catch a gray peach mouse, you can get a thirty-year-old peach. If you catch a silver peach mouse, you can get a ninety-year-old peach!"

"And if you catch this only golden peach mouse, you can get a flat peach, the holy fruit of my Mu family! You can also join the core of our clan and meet my ancestors of the Mu family. If there is no disciple, you can join my Mu family as a disciple.

Ancestor’s personal disciple!”

When the host finished speaking, a series of gasps of air rang out from the venue.

Not only the casual cultivators below, but also many sect disciples could not help but feel moved.
To be continued...