"The deceased is gone, Xiaoman, you must mourn."

After the group finished cooking incense and kowtowed, Sang Wuyin suddenly sighed with a lonely face, and then looked at Sang Xiaoman with concern.

"Thank you for your concern,"

Sang Xiaoman just gave a gesture of expressionlessness, then made a call and said:

"Dear uncles from the Eighth lineage, please go to Baishiting to have a hot tea first."

Several clan leaders of the Five Vein and clan elders frowned. Of course, they did not come simply to mourn Sang Wuyin.

"If you have something to discuss, I will come to discuss it after I have received the guests who came to pay my respects today. Now I would like to ask you to give me some peace."

Looking at the people in front of him, Sang Wuyin's tone became colder.

Seeing that she said this, everyone felt that if they insisted on attacking at this time, they would definitely be polite in the future.

None of them wanted to bring shame to their old friends, so they looked at me and I looked at you, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Sang Wuyin.

"Since Xiaoman's niece said that, you can go to the Shiting Pavilion to have tea first. Anyway, you are not far away, are you afraid that Xiaoman will run away?"

Sang Wuyin laughed as if he was joking.

However, in the ears of Sang Xiaoman and Zhairong, this joke became a threat of nudeness.

But Sang Xiaoman was unexpectedly able to calm down and turned his head without saying a word, as if he had heard nothing.

When Sang Wuyin heard what Sang Wuyin said, the people from the Five Vein and Sang Wuyin's disciples also smiled with a hint of mocking and "haha".

Then they left the mourning hall one by one.

However, until everyone left, Sang Wuyin still stood there with a smile on his face.

"Uncle, you can go to Shiting and wait first."

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"Oh, my friends will be here soon. I'll welcome them here. These people have a weird temper. I'm afraid that Xiaoman, you can't handle it."

Sang Wuyin smiled and said with a "hehe".

Upon hearing this, Sang Xiaoman looked at Zhairong again, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

For Sang Xiaoman, if she was from the five veins of the clan, it would be easy for her to deal with it, but if another group of people outside the Sang family came, she might be in trouble.

Originally, she hadn't considered the possibility that Sang Wuyin would join forces with other forces, but she didn't expect that he would really do this. As the saying goes, it's easy to invite gods to send gods, and if these monsters and snakes are invited into Yunjing City, even Sang Wuyin may be skinned afterwards.

"Uncle, do you really have to do this?"

Sang Xiaoman stood beside him and said lightly.

"I don't want to do it either. If you can marry my Hailou obediently, I wouldn't have to go through such a big trouble."

Sang Wuyin sighed and said helplessly with a hypocritical look on his face.

"You are begging me now, but it's still time."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Sang Xiaoman with a smile.

"My uncle insists on doing this. It's useless to ask for it. Since the visitor is a guest today, let me follow my uncle and have a good experience."

Sang Xiaoman's expression returned to calm.

Now that things have come, the generals are blocking the water and soil, so she can only take one step at a time. She is so anxious that she can't beat the fish to death. She cannot easily give up the position of the head of the family.

"Cao Guangnan, the head of the Baifeng Palace, came to pay homage."

At the same time, the welcome sound from the entrance of the back hall sounded again, but this time the voice of the servant of the Sang family was a little timid.

"Bai Feng Palace...Cao Guangnan?!"

After hearing this name, Sang Xiaoman's heart was shocked.

This White Phoenix Palace is one of the new forces in the ten states in recent years. This palace master named Cao Guangnan is even more famous.

It is said that Cao Guangnan once took a hundred people from Baifeng Palace with each person and a knife to slaughter a sect. Although this sect has long declined, as the saying goes, a thin camel is bigger than a horse. The ability of Baifeng Palace to eat it is enough to prove that it is not weak.

However, before Sang Xiaoman could digest the name, the welcome sounds began to ring one after another.

"Zhuge Jin, the owner of Kongchan Tower, came to pay homage."

"Liu Hao, the head of Qianrenyuan, came to pay homage."

"Yunyan, a lay Buddhist in Ganyueju, came to pay homage."

"Situ Ze, the owner of Lion Island, came to pay a visit."

"Jing Shaochi, the Lord of Iron Guard Hall, came to pay homage."

"He Lanzheng, the leader of Biluo Sect, came to pay homage."

"The Lord of the Lotus Palace, You Chihan, came to pay homage."

As the string of names was pronounced, not to mention Sang Xiaoman and Zhairong, even the Baishiting not far away was in an uproar at this time.

Then Sang Xiaoman saw a group of extraordinary cultivators walking out with a smile and talking.

And Sang Wuyin greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Miss, these people are not good at dealing with you and I have to be careful."

Zhairong whispered to Sang Xiaoman quietly.

"Don't worry, this is Yanzhou and Yunjing City, and it's not their turn to go wild."

Sang Xiaoman bit her teeth lightly. Although she spoke very easily, her expression became more and more serious.

"And although these people have not weak cultivation, they have not reached the level of being alone. There is not even a single cultivator in the Saint Realm. No matter how many people come, they are just a mob."

She comforted Zhai Rong who was beside her and said.

...

After the group of people sang Bulun's spiritual throne, Sang Xiaoman once again sent them to the Shishi Pavilion beside him.

But until this time, Sang Wuyin still did not leave the mourning hall.

"Xiaoman's niece, how about your uncle giving your father the show? These are all well-known figures in the ten states."

Sang Wuyin stood next to Sang Xiaoman, looking at the direction of the back hall gate with a smile.

"Uncle is really good at it."

Sang Xiaoman snorted coldly, and she didn't have to be polite at this time.

"It's still time to change your mind now. How about being my daughter-in-law?"

Sang Wuyin continued to ask.

"My uncle is joking. How can I be worthy of the Shanghai Lou clan brother? I should leave such a good thing to other girls."

Sang Xiaoman said expressionlessly.

"Why are you, uncle, still standing here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

She continued to ask.

"No, no, no."

Sang Wuyin shook his head.

"I have several friends who have not arrived. These friends have special identities and I must greet them in person."

He said solemnly with his face.

When Sang Xiaoman heard this, his heart sank, and that bad premonition surged into his heart again.

At this moment, outside the gate of the back hall of the ancestral hall, the voice of the welcome came out again, and the voice of the villain who was responsible for the welcome this time was actually trembling.

"Tongyou... The head of the Tongyou Pavilion Xie Xuanchen, Wuji Temple... The head of the Guanzhang Wuji, Lord Wenhuazi, the head of the Kunwu Palace in Zhuyang City, Liuzhou, came to pay homage."

Not only this servant who welcomed the guests, but even Sang Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat and jumped a little.

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