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In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and today was already the eighth day of December, which was the day that An Wuyou would accept the position of the manor lord. On this day, the seven friends and Wu Yin, Shao Xueshen, had long finished washing up and had already left their rooms.

They only knew that a few days ago Wu Yin and the rest of them had entered Ji Prefecture City and headed straight to the Wanmei Manor. Seeing that Shao Xueshen was seriously injured, An Wuxiu hurriedly arranged for the best living quarters and invited the best doctor in Ji Prefecture to treat her injuries. After looking at them, they all said, "I can't help you, Doctor Shao Xue Hen," and after a few days, they all said, "I can't help you, but Doctor Shao Xue Hen's wounds were mysteriously healed.

When Wu Yin and the others gave their names, the manor guests respectfully welcomed them into the hall and led them to a seat at the east wing. Seven friends of the hut sat at a table beside them, and there were four of them at the same table. As they exchanged greetings, they realized that the sturdy old man with a red beard was the Lion's Roar Sect's patriarch, Zou Tianzheng.

An Wuyou smiled and waved as he walked away, "Thank you everyone, please take a seat." Then he walked to the first seat of the east, and An Wuyou poured a full cup of wine and said to the heroes of the north and south, "Senior Wu Lin, today you have all come to my Thousand Plum Villa to participate in the Zen Plaza ceremony. I am honored to have a drink with you." An Wugou put down his wine cup and said, "Today's scene can be said to be unprecedented. Since ancient times, the martial arts world has never experienced such a grand situation, and the thing that makes Jia Yan the happiest is the fact that we are able to invite Senior Yuan Cheng from the seven provinces, elder Yuan Cheng, to join us!"

As he spoke, a hale old man with white hair walked over with a smile. This old man was over 70 years old, and his temples were puffed up. The veins on his hands bulged up, showing that he had reached the peak of his inner and outer strength. Among the hundred or so Sect Leaders, there seemed to be eighty to ninety people who knew him, and they had traveled across the world. The names of the crowd were either "Great Hero Yuan" or "Alliance Head Yuan", only a few old martial artists called him "Brother Cheng Zong", and he thought to himself, "So this person is Yuan Chenzong, the Yuan Chenzong from the Seven Provinces. I heard that not only is he able to see things at night, but his eyesight in the daytime is several times greater than ordinary people."

When An Wugou saw Yuan Chenzong enter, he quickly stepped forward to welcome him. Yuan Chenghong also saw An Wuyou coming over with a smile as he pulled his hand towards him. Both of them held hands together, and An Wuyou only felt a burning passion in his heart, as if a thousand pounds of stone had suddenly been pressed down on his hand.

An Wugou immediately felt that his hands were empty. An Wugou hurriedly controlled his hands, and only then was he able to not throw them out. He could not help but feel a chill in his heart, 'Luckily, I was given a chance just now. An Wuyou thought in his heart, only to hear Yuan Chengzong laughing out loud, "Good! Good! Good! Your nephew is already able to control his inner energy at such a young age. Brother An really has a successor. " Anfey said he didn't dare to say it again. Nine out of ten people didn't know what they were talking about. Only a few famous martial artists with some martial arts skills would be able to figure out what was going on.

After a short interlude, An Wuyou invited Yuan to sit on the first seat on the left of the first four seats. At that moment, he saw some plum blossom petals falling from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, there were more and more petals falling from the sky. Gradually, like a drizzle, the petals began to fall.