Speaking of this, he continued: "I came to Mangshan to visit Mr. Mo this time, and I invited me to do something!"

Mo Wentian's face turned strange and said in confusion: "President Xue, please tell me clearly!"

Xue Wuya cleared his throat and continued, "Master Mo didn't know anything. In another half a month, I will be 70 years old, so I invite my colleagues from Qinghe County to go to Yanqiu Mountain in our sect to gather together!"

Mo Wentian laughed and said, "It turned out to be the birthday of Sect Xue's seventy years old, which is really gratifying! There is nothing to say, so I will naturally go to celebrate my birthday in person!"

After he finished speaking, he looked a little puzzled and said in a strange voice: "Sect Master Xue, you only need to send your disciples to inform us about the birthday, but why should you come in person?"

Xue Wuya pondered for a moment, and the expression on his face suddenly became strange, and he whispered: "President Mo, Wuji Sect and Qingling Sect are allies, and I don't want to hide it. This time I invited fellow Qinghe County students in Yanqiu Mountain. My birthday is just a cover. What's important is that a big man is coming!"

Speaking of this, his expression became a little serious and continued, "The big man wants to discuss important matters with his fellow Qinghe County, so I came to invite Master Mo in person to invite Master Mo to go to the meeting in person!"

Mo Wentian heard his vague words and frowned and said, "Who is that big man? Can Sect Xue tell me?"

Xue Wuya looked embarrassed and immediately said, "Master Mo, please forgive me for not telling me the truth!"

Speaking of this, he glanced at the tea, wine, fruits and other spiritual objects in front of him. His face turned red and he said with shame: "I really have the kind hospitality that Master Mo has forgot to treat him!"

Mo Wentian knew in his heart that Xue Wuya was generous and kind, and always had the temperament of a gentleman. Being able to tell the reasons honestly is already a rare and valuable thing, and there is no need to force him again.

He sat on the purple gold chair and pondered for a long time, and said, "President Xue is relieved. In half a month, he will definitely go to Yanqiu Mountain in person!"

Xue Wuya had already told the whole story, but was already worried. When he received his reply, he immediately looked very happy and quickly stood up to thank him.

Xue Wuya visited Wuji Sect this time, but this was just a matter. The two chatted for a few moments and then he left with the excuse.

Mo Wentian personally welcomed him down the mountain gate, watched him leave with his sword, and then turned back to the mountain gate.

The two outer disciples guarding the mountain gate saluted respectfully. They were all new disciples who entered the mountain gate, and only had the first level of Qi Refining. With their cultivation, they could not resist the biting cold wind in winter. Both of their faces were cold red, and their thin clothes were wrapped in their thin bodies.

Shi Zhenfeng walked from a distance with a spear on his back, bowing respectfully. Mo Wentian looked behind him, and there was no trace of footprints on the road with thick snow piled up.

Mo Wentian nodded to him and returned the salute, walked up the mountain along the bluestone steps with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the afternoon sun shone, and the stone steps leading to the sect hall were covered with snow, and blurred colors appeared under the sunlight. Two outer disciples were cleaning the snow on the road.

They were so young that they were a little playful. They actually piled up snowmen next to the road. The two were very busy and played with each other, but they didn't know that someone was coming.

When Mo Wentian walked forward with a majestic expression, the two disciples were stunned. On the left side of the snowman, there was a small fat man with a simple appearance. He rubbed his eyes hard and said in disbelief: "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like the leader?"

Speaking of this, he also asked the boy next to him and said in a strange voice: "Lu Yifeng, I'm not wrong! Is this person the leader?"

"Fatty, what a fool!" The disciple named Lu Yifeng on the right cursed in his heart, immediately pulled him to kneel down on the ground, and said in panic: "The outer disciple Lu Yifeng, has seen the supreme leader!"

The little fat man named Han Yunsheng on the left immediately changed his face and said uneasy: "Sect Master, disciple Han Yunsheng has no eyes to recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me!"

Mo Wentian naturally wouldn't take it to heart, and laughed and said, "Get up!"

Lu Yifeng and Han Yunsheng looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Neither of them expected that the leader was so easy to talk to.

Mo Wentian fell on the snowman's body, and his eyebrows couldn't help but frowned. The snowman's appearance and expression were very similar to his own, so he spoke, "The snowman you two make seems to be my brothers, which is extremely rare!"

Lu Yifeng and Han Yunsheng looked confused and could not understand what he meant. Lu Yifeng said carefully: "The Supreme Master! The disciple discussed with Han Yunsheng that if he succeeded in practicing in the future, he would create a thousand-foot-meter-old golden statue for the leader. The snowman in front of him was just the prototype set by his disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly shook his eyes at Han Yunsheng. Although the latter's mind was not as smart as him, he immediately understood what he meant and immediately said: "Yes! The Supreme Master of the Sect! The disciple has discussed with Lu Yifeng!"

Mo Wentian saw their little moves and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and said with a majestic expression: "You two have good spiritual root qualifications, just have a little fun, but you must not waste your cultivation!"

Lu Yifeng and Han Yunsheng immediately said, "People keep in mind the teachings of the leader! They will definitely not neglect to practice!"

Mo Wentian nodded, waved his long sleeves, and immediately the strong wind rushed, and the snowman immediately dissipated invisible in the wind.

Stepping on the floating snow, he continued to go up the mountain along the stone steps, gradually disappearing at the end of the stone steps in the admiring eyes of the two disciples.

Half a month later, it was the cold winter month, and the biting cold wind was raging, with flying snow flakes drifting with the wind, thick clouds swallowing the sky and locking the sun, and the world was vast, as if there was no end.

A dazzling light flashed in the gray clouds, like a meteor in the night sky, shocking all the people they saw as miracles.

Behind the light, a spiritual crane followed, and the trembling sound of leaps throughout the world. Whenever a monk heard it, he knew it was a high-level spirit beast. He was envious of it, but he didn't know where the high-level cultivators passed by. At that moment, they all calmed their minds and waited for the spiritual crane to fly by with respect.

At the same time, in the Feiyunmen Hall, Jinshe Zhenren sat in the hall with a gloomy expression.

Below him, Zhu Ziming stood silently. Although he was lucky enough to successfully build the foundation, his realm was still unstable. He just had three hundred magic powers. He could only stand in front of the powerful Golden Snake True Man. Although he was quite unwilling to do so, he could do nothing.

Jinshe Zhenren's face looked a little ugly and said in a deep voice: "Zhu Ziming, last time he was at Qianwu Peak, I saw with my own eyes that the leader Mo from Wuji Sect had entered the spirit stone mine cave, but he had never come out. I thought he had fallen inside, and the Yunzhou Foundation Establishment Sect was going to re-establish the ranking. I was busy with the affairs of the sect, but I didn't take this matter to heart!"

Speaking of this, his voice became a little gloomy and continued, "But I heard that the head of the Wuji Sect was actually alive. Zhu Ziming, tell me what happened?"

Although Zhu Ziming became the foundation-building real person, he has never been given a title by Master Xu. At this time, he was called by Master Jinshe directly. He was quite displeased and frowned and said, "Elder Miao, as far as I know, the Wuji Sect is just a small sect that is not as good as the weather. A small fish cannot make a big wave. Maybe they have just changed to a new master!"

"Zhu Ziming! It's okay if you miss it, but don't implicate me!" Jinshe Zhenren snorted coldly and raised his voice and said, "Now I will order you to quickly lead the disciples of the sect to Mangshan and eliminate the Wuji Sect at the root!"

Zhu Ziming looked a little distracted and hesitated: "Elder Miao is just a small sect of Qi Refining. There is no need to mobilize all the troops like this, right?"

"What do you know?" Jinshe Zhenren snorted coldly and said, "The Wuji Sect is not simple. There is no need to stay in Qinghe County such a restless sect. It is better to eliminate it as soon as possible!"

He paused for a moment and continued, "Zhu Ziming, be sure to capture Mo Wen Tiansheng alive. The real person has to torture him personally. How did the spirit stone mine cave come out? Is there any other outlet?"

"Yes! Elder Miao!" Zhu Ziming immediately took the order, but he became confused. Did he really misunderstand it when he went to Wuji Sect last time?

Dozens of miles away from Yanqiu Mountain, in a quiet forest, Mo Wentian put away the Fanri Sword, the flying crane roared softly, and flapped its wings not far ahead of him. The snow on the nearby branches was oscillating and falling down.

The two young young men fell down on the back of the Feitian crane, walked forward in unison, and stood behind Mo Wentian with a respectful expression.

Both of them are young men with white clothes, with sword-browed eyebrows and star-like eyes. The only difference is that the person on the left has a more handsome face and carries a long sword on his back, while the person on the right has a much tougher look, carrying a spear on his back.

These two are the inner disciples Ye Hanting and Shi Zhenfeng. Mo Wentian came to Yanqiu Mountain this time and specially brought them with him. Although they both had the sixth level of Qi Refining, they were not far from the seventh level of Qi Refining. Once they broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining, there would be a sect reward for the third-level spiritual pill to improve their cultivation. If they took it, with their spiritual root qualifications, even if they could not break through the nineth level of Qi Refining, the difference was not very far.

Mo Wentian put the flying crane into the beast-controlling bag, and the group of three walked towards Yanqiu Mountain. Not long after, they came to the mountain gate of Qingling Gate.

The mountain gate of Qingling Gate has a third-level mountain protection formation, which can only siege cultivators below the foundation-building real person. Compared with the Five Elements Illusion Beast Array of Wuji Gate, it is naturally lower than the first level.
Chapter completed!