C7

Just as Mo Beichen was making his promise, a man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes walked over.

This person was a disciple of the Floating Cloud Peak. Due to his outstanding talent and strength, he was able to rank in the top ten of the inner disciples of the Floating Cloud Peak. He was very proud and aloof.

Ten meters away, Mo Beichen could already feel the strong sense of threat from his body.

"That's right, it's a trash like you … Don't be so long-winded, you have neglected the Sect Leader and all the important figures, you brat, you cannot afford the consequences! "

Chen Mufeng's tone was not friendly, almost saying the word 'trash' in front of Mo Beichen. His expression was impatient as he hurried Mo Beichen who was still in shock.

"Oh? You still want to call me trash? Damn you, do you believe that I won't teach you how to conduct yourself in the near future? "

If he wasn't a match for this person, Mo Beichen would have almost gone berserk.

But who told him to be inferior?

At this moment, he could only swallow his anger and wait for the right moment to stage a comeback.

Along the way, Chen Mufeng remained silent. He didn't reveal anything to Mo Bei Chen, making him grind his teeth in hatred.

He didn't know if it was intentional or not. Although Chen Mufeng's footsteps seemed steady, his speed was actually very fast. He forced Mo Bei Chen to use all his strength and run nonstop to barely keep up with his pace.

Even so, it made Mo Beichen sweat profusely, and he kept panting heavily.

Seeing his sorry state, Chen Mufeng secretly shook his head, looking down on Lei Mingfeng even more.

After running at full speed for almost an hour, they finally arrived at the towering peak of Hanwu Peak.

Here grew many century-old cypresses, verdant and pleasant, as well as many unknown flowers that grew here and there. It was a very beautiful sight.

At this moment, Mo Beichen was shocked by the extremely dense spiritual energy. The spiritual energy here was abnormally dense, almost turning into fog. If he cultivated here for a day, it would probably be equivalent to cultivating for several days in the withering leaves garden.

"What a country bumpkin, he has no experience at all. Just this little bit of Spiritual Qi is enough to make you this shocked. If you were to see the cultivation location of those elite disciples in the sect, wouldn't your eyes pop out? "

Chen Mufeng sneered in his heart, mocking Mo Beichen for making such a big fuss and not knowing anything.

However, this couldn't be blamed on Mo Beichen. In the past, the spiritual energy on the Thunder peak was also extremely rich. Coupled with the abundant resources, it allowed his disciples to cultivate with half the effort.

And what kind of place was the withering leaf garden?

The spiritual energy there was extremely scarce. It was a piece of broken land that was despised by everyone, and no one cared about giving it away for free. How could ordinary disciples like them possibly see a place filled with Spiritual Qi? Right now, Mo Beichen was showing the shock of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, but it was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, Chen Mufeng did not realize this point. Even if he did, he was afraid that it would not matter.

Without the time to admire the magnificent scenery around him, Chen Mufeng started to urge him again.

At the center of the summit stood a magnificent hall. Whenever there was a major event within the sect, it would be announced and discussed here.

When Mo Beichen followed behind Chen Mufeng and entered the hall, he immediately felt several strong pressuring auras charging at him.

Although he didn't intentionally release it, even if it was just an inadvertent leak, it made Mo Beicheng feel a mountain-like pressure, making it difficult for him to even take a step, and even made his breathing become heavy.

After a quick glance, Mo Beichen noticed that there were 7 or 8 people in the hall. Other than the leaders of the Lunar Shadow and Floating Cloud Peaks, a few other powerful elders also appeared here.

It could be said that the higher ups of the Han Wu sect were all gathered here, which made Mo Beichen even more puzzled.

These high level figures were rarely seen, but now that they had all appeared, they were actually waiting for him? What the hell were they up to?

Mo Beicheng was confused, but his expression remained calm. He shifted his gaze to the white-haired, dignified old man in the middle. He was the current leader of the Han Wu Sect.

Everyone's gaze was fixated on Mo Beichen with curiosity, indifference, displeasure, contempt and disgust.

For an ordinary disciple to receive the attention of so many great figures at the same time, he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. At least in Mo Beicheng's eyes, there probably wouldn't be any good things happening.

The cold face of the Sect Leader finally changed after he carefully sized Mo Bei Chen up.

He had a grave expression on his face as he looked around at the crowd, before slowly speaking, "I believe that everyone has already anticipated this gathering today. "That's right. This time, we're hoping to gather everyone's opinions and discuss how we're going to deal with Lehman Peak."

"What else can we do? Retreat and disperse all the disciples within the mountain."

"This tumor should have been eradicated a long time ago. If not for it, would my Cold Martial School have only achieved what we have accomplished today? "

"The existence of Lehman Peak is just a trashy shelter for people to laugh at. Initially, I was opposed to the establishment of the Thunderclap Peak, but what about the result? Hmph, in the end, I still have to dissolve it. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have done it this way! "

"Last time we gave Thunder peak a chance. Now that Chief Feng is dead, there is no need for Thunder Peak to exist."

"I never admitted that Lehman Peak was one of us. "Regardless of whether it was before, now, or in the future, only the Moon Shadow Peak and the Floating Cloud Peak will remain in the Hanwu Sect …"

As soon as the Sect Leader's words came out, a wave of unhappy voices sounded from below. They were all denouncing Lehman peak, threatening to withdraw this branch that had a great influence on Han Wu Sect's reputation.

"Cough cough, Chief Feng's death is a huge loss to our Hanwu Sect. Like everyone else, I feel incomparably sorrowful and nostalgic. I am also very grateful for the many contributions he has made towards the sect. "

Hearing this, Mo Beichen's expression was the same, but he sneered in his heart.

This Sect Leader's pleasantries were even better than singing.

When his master was lying on the cold bed, enduring great pain, waiting for death to come, no one came to visit him, and no one helped him.

In the years that Han Wu Sect had been the leader, he almost did not contribute much. It was a completely mediocre life, and it even made Lehman Peak's strength lower.

And now, this Sect Leader actually said something about grief, nostalgia, and thanks for his contributions. He was simply too hypocritical.

He didn't see any sorrow or reluctance on the faces of the people present. All of them wished that Lei Mingfeng would disappear immediately.