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Chapter 64 - The Holy Mountain

To them, the protection of the Holy Mountain was just a slight inconvenience. It would not change anything in the end, but if there were no surprises …

"Tell that old bastard Feng Mian to scram out, and tell him that Aunt Beiming Lanyue is here to take his dog head."

"How dare you, lowly commoners like you call the names of Elder Feng your name." A disciple of Green Bamboo Realm shouted.

"Beiming Langyue?" A disciple frowned as he carefully mulled over these four words. This name sounded quite familiar!

"Why does this name sound so familiar!?" Another disciple said.

"AHH!" I got it, isn't this Beiming Langyue the peerless little genius from the Beiming family whom Elder Feng publicly announced a few days ago that he wanted to kill?! " Another disciple said loudly.

The people in front of him were not simple people, in their eyes, were just low-grade primeval stone s and high-grade profound artifacts, as well as third-grade medicinal pills that could cause the eyes of countless people to turn blood-red. Any one of these would cause countless people to turn red and fight with their lives on the line, even if they were Disciple of Holy Mountain s who admitted that they were superior to others.

As expected, looking at the fervent eyes of his fellow brothers, Qin Ming's lips twitched, secretly cursing himself in his heart as a fool, why did he say it out loud? If he had accidentally killed that little girl just now, not only would he have dealt with the trouble at the Sacred Mountain, but he would also have won a lot of rewards with bloodshot eyes. He had never seen a low rank primeval stone in his entire life, not to mention a high rank Xuan Artifact and a third rank pellet.

Maybe when the Elder Feng was happy, he could even accept him as his direct disciple. But now, all these benefits were gone with a single shout from him, Qin Ming's heart was so depressed, he could not even use words to describe it.

As far as he could imagine, his fellow disciples and juniors would have thought of this as well. Upon hearing that it was Elder Feng who wanted to kill Beiming Lan Yue, they all felt as if they were on stimulants.

Of course, there were also a few people who looked at Beiming Lan Yue and the other two with astonishment and helplessness.

Beiming Lan Yue knew what these people were thinking from their reactions. She sneered in her heart. The disciples of Holy Mountain really weren't good people.

The light in her eyes became cold, and the words she spoke carried a deep cold intent: "Aunt, I'll say it again, tell that old bastard Feng Mian to get out here right now."

At the same time, a voice filled with magnetism reached Bei Mingfeng's ears: "Third Uncle, quickly take little sister Lanyue and leave. The Holy Mountain is not as simple as you think."

Bei Mingfeng looked towards the voice and saw a black robed man standing in the air and staring at him from afar. On his handsome face, there was only one expression, and that was the seemingly cold and emotionless.

The corner of Bei Mingfeng's mouth raised into a smile, this child's future was limitless, this man was his big brother's son, Beiming Shang. Beside him stood a large group of disciples from the Beiming Clan, and it was obvious that he was the leader of this group of disciples.

This kind of confrontation between the two happened in a split-second and didn't attract anyone's attention.

"No matter how extraordinary the Sacred Mountain is, Third Uncle of the Muddy Waters still needs to be involved. Only by doing so will it help Yue'er and Chu Er to grow."

Bei Mingfeng's words entered Beiming Shang's ears, causing his heart to tremble, but he did not say anything more, he only paid attention to the situation, and at the same time, retreated a few steps.

At this moment, Feng Ling was standing in the middle of the crowd. When enemies met, he was especially furious, he had nothing to do, but to see who actually dared to intrude on the holy mountain, in the end he just saw Bei Ming Lan Yue and BeiMing Chu, the two little brats. When he returned, he sent people to investigate who were the two of them, but the person who returned said that he could not find out, so even though he hated them, he could only let this matter go.

Feng Ling didn't expect them to be from the Beiming family. His eyes flashed with hatred and anger, and he immediately sneered. If he stayed in the Beiming family, he might not even know about it.

Beiming Lan Yue felt her naked eyes staring straight at her, and just in time to see Feng Ling, who was in the crowd, staring at her with a venomous look, with a hint of obscenity.

She immediately recognized Feng Ling, she didn't expect him to be from the Holy Mountain, and when she noticed him staring at her with that lustful gaze, her eyes became as cold as ice as she shot a sharp gaze at Feng Ling.