"Yuanchihui..." Li Mo chewed the name.

If the abyss is deep and the pool is large, there must be hidden dragons hidden there.

"The main purpose of holding this meeting in Past Events Mountain is to unearth the dark horses hidden in the major mountain gates... They will keep detailed records for each Xuantian Pavilion assessment."

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the backyard, where twenty or thirty people had already gathered.

Li Mo only glanced at it and saw that the disciples of the mountain sect here were much higher than those in Wangtianlou. Almost all of them were ninth-level masters who had refined the spiritual roots of Taoism.

"The quality of the top 100 descendants of Shanmen is really different."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed, but he cast them towards the highest platform.

Sitting in the center is a woman, bright and good-looking, looking forward to the brilliance, dressed in flowing green clothes, like a fairy in the clouds.

"She is the descendant of the Mountain of Past Events, Chan Zhiqiu." Master Ji's eyes narrowed and he whispered.

"The cicadas will wake up before the autumn wind moves..." Li Mo murmured softly.

"All the talents have arrived, and I hope you will show your respect."

At this moment, Chan Zhiqiu gave a soft drink, and the courtyard immediately became quiet.

This fully shows the master's aloof status and the reputation of Shanmen in the past. Even the top twenty Shanmen would give him three points.

Here, every word and deed of Chan Zhiqiu seems to be weightless.

"This woman is not simple..." Master Ji said in a deep voice.

According to his estimation, this descendant of Past Events Mountain is at least a master of the Seven Inch Realm, and is even more powerful, far surpassing Qian Yaodong of Poison King Mountain.

"Brother Faming, please come up."

Chan Zhiqiu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Among the crowd, a young monk with a delicate face slowly walked onto the high platform.

"Faming from Kurong Mountain is here too? Fairy Chan is so proud."

At this moment, someone whispered softly, and looked at the young monk with eyes full of awe.

Kurong Mountain ranks twenty-seventh among the mountain gates in the world. It originates from Tianchan Mountain and has a close relationship with it. Therefore, it has a high status and is different from ordinary mountain gates.

"Only with the approval of Fairy Chan from the Mountain of Past Events can one sit on the stage and be regarded as a hidden dragon in the abyss."

"I don't know who else is qualified to sit on the stage."

"It would be great if I could get the first one. The Mountain of the Past has hidden scrolls for thousands of years, but I have the opportunity to ask them any secrets."

Under the high platform, waves of discussion resounded.

According to the rules of the Yuanchi Club, anyone who takes a seat on the stage is a distinguished guest of the Mountain of the Past. As for the person who gets the first seat, he is even more qualified to obtain a secret he wants to know from the Mountain of the Past.

Thousands of years have passed since then, and the secrets of the world are all on Cangshan Mountain in the East China Sea.

"Brother Xu Dao, come up too." Chan Zhiqiu chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man with a long knife on his back walked out of the crowd. His face was peaceful, but no one within ten steps dared to approach him.

Lingdao Mountain, Xu Feng returns.

"Tsk, tsk, Lingdao Mountain's reputation is not as good as that of Kurong Mountain."

"Fairy Chan, I don't want to be in the limelight." Xu Feng stepped onto the high platform and whispered softly, but her eyes swept over the high-altitude seat.

"Ever since the Black Sword was born three hundred years ago and my ancestors from the Past Mountains decided on this Yuanchi meeting, this has been the rule. Only those who are capable will take the stage... Brother Xu Dao is fully qualified for this." Chan Zhiqiu chuckled.

A story from the past was told.

The history of Yuanchi Club can be traced back to three hundred years ago. It was originally a very boring party...

That year, the ancestor of the Mountain of Past Events was just a young boy. He invited friends from famous mountains from all over the world to gather together, and invited disciples from all the great mountain sects to observe and learn about various mysterious arts.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It was at that gathering that a little-known young man appeared out of nowhere. The power of his sword convinced hundreds of families.

That boy's name is Black Sword.

Since then, the Yuanchi Society has been passed down from generation to generation and has never been cut off in the hands of the Mountain of the Past.

"Do you have any objections to these two seats?"

Chan Zhiqiu asked the audience.

This is the rule. Anyone who is recognized by the Mountain of the Past can directly take the stage. As for others who want to take the stage, they must show their strength and compete with each other.

Of course, if someone is dissatisfied with this, they can also challenge it directly.

Everyone looked at each other, but there was no objection.

Both the Dharma of Kurong Mountain and Xu Feng of Lingdao Mountain are well-known, and they are fully qualified to take the stage.

"Okay, now I ask you to report your family status. Anyone who wants to give it a try can show off their skills."

Chan Zhiqiu waved his hand, and two girls next to him held rafter pens and started recording.

"You still want to declare your family status?" someone asked softly.

"Every Yuanchi meeting must be recorded in detail, and the origins of the participants must also be clear."

"Huagu Mountain, Song Dynasty Civilization."

"Lingchi Mountain, divination medicine money."

"Abbott Mountain, all eighteen."

…

One name after another kept ringing out, from front to back.

Whether it's the Dharma in Kurong Mountain or Xu Feng in Lingdao Mountain, the old god is still there, without any disturbance.

With their background and strength, although these mountain sects have little reputation, it is not enough for them to take them seriously.

Even Chan Zhiqiu just listened quietly, with no emotional changes visible in her beautiful eyes.

"Maowu Mountain, Zheng Qingping."

"The mountains are setting in the west, and Basi is falling."

…

Gradually, the registration sound came from the front to the back and reached the last corner, and everyone's eyes continued to move back following the sound.

"Luofu Mountain, Li Mo."

At this moment, a soft voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Um!?"
Chapter completed!