As for the Moyun Sect's disciples who recognized him at a glance, it must be that the Moyun Sect informed the entire sect through the formation network, letting tens of thousands of disciples know about Han Feng's existence.
Han Feng didn't care about this and let them arrange it, silently following the fake alchemy monk in front of him up.
It has to be said that this mountain peak is extremely tall, the scenery is charming, and it is full of spiritual energy. You can see many exotic flowers and plants along the way, and spiritual materials are everywhere, which are valuable.
Not long after, platforms emerged one after another on both sides of the mountain road, and beautiful or majestic buildings came into his sight. There were many monks from other sects visiting the scenery here, but most of these monks were masters of the false elixir realm, and they had Mo Yun. Other disciples of the sect accompanied him to chat.
When Han Feng reached a height of nearly a thousand feet, there was a thick cloud cover above, rolling like ocean waves, flying up and down from time to time, setting off gusts of wind, and even falling thousands of snowflakes, crystal clear and covered in silver. , making this area beautiful.
"Elder Han, this is the flying clouds and snow scene on our Tongtian Peak. It is one of the wonders of Moyun Sect." The fake elixir realm disciple explained immediately.
Han Feng stayed for a while, admiring it, and then followed the man into the sea of clouds.
The sea of clouds is really thick, dozens of feet high. Fortunately, there is no risk in it, but the water vapor is relatively strong. The coldness can be ignored by Han Feng.
The two of them traveled through time and came to another area full of flowers. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the climate was warm, just like spring.
The fragrance of the flowers was tangy, mixed with the refreshing breath, making them all feel comfortable.
Han Feng was a little surprised. He didn't expect to see such a scene, and he couldn't help but have a better impression of the Moyun Sect.
The terrain here gradually becomes gentle, and several bluestone paths wander among the sea of flowers, winding and spreading upward, leading nowhere.
The fake elixir disciple who was leading the way led Han Feng on the bluestone path on the left side at a leisurely pace. After a while, he reached the end and reached the summit platform.
The platform is huge, with a radius of several thousand feet, and there are large palaces built on it, which are magnificent and towering into the sky.
At this time, guards gathered outside the palace, and teams in full armor were patrolling with spears in hand, but they were silent, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.
The arrival of Han Feng and the two men immediately attracted the attention of one of the teams here. They changed their direction and came running towards them, surrounding them in an instant.
"According to the order of the sect master, I, Li Yuan, will bring Elder Han Feng to the table!" The fake elixir disciple immediately said in a deep voice. As he spoke, he took out a token and handed it to the leader of the team for verification.
"Let it go!" After the leader verified that it was correct, he returned the token to Li Yuan, stood up with one hand, and shouted.
The whole team immediately turned around and left in unison, going to patrol elsewhere like a torrent of fine iron.
"Elder Han, all the sects of the East Eight Branches are still celebrating in the main hall. Our ancestor Ximentian is also present. You can go in by yourself. My mission is completed. Thank you for your cooperation." Li Yuan turned around and said to Han Feng saluted and went down the mountain on his own.
Han Feng straightened his clothes and walked quickly towards the largest palace in the complex.
At this time, the palace door was open, but it was blocked by the screen wall with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. It was not clear what was going on inside, but you could vaguely hear the conversations inside, and even smell the aroma of wine.
Han Feng did not dare to release his soul power to explore, so he could only step into it, turned a corner, and entered from the left.
The inside was originally a lobby, nearly a hundred feet wide, decorated with splendor and dazzling splendor, but now it has become a banquet hall, with all the tables arranged neatly, and various monks sitting in order, wearing different clothes and having strong auras. There is weakness.
There was sparkling spirit fruit wine placed on the table. It was fragrant and made people salivate.
Han Feng's appearance did not attract anyone's attention, but he still noticed that at least ten soul powers swept over him, obviously wanting to find out his details.
Unfortunately, Han Feng's soul power was much higher than theirs. Even if they had the blessing of the Dan Formation Realm, they could not see through Han Feng. They had to withdraw their soul power angrily and look back at Han Feng with a flickering gaze.
Han Feng was indifferent. He calmly found the note with his name on it and sat down slowly.
His position is at the end of the Moyun Sect, dozens of feet away from the top.
But he still couldn't help but turn his head and look over there, because there sat the ancestor of the Moyun Sect, Ximen Tian.
I saw Ximen Tianduan in white robe sitting in the highest position. There was no spiritual power fluctuation at all. If you didn't pay attention, you would ignore it. However, no one here dared to disrespect him. From time to time, someone came up. I sent congratulatory gifts in front of him, never tired of compliments, and chirped.
Ximentian smiled and nodded from time to time, but rarely spoke aloud. Long Ziyun usually thanked him on his behalf.
After a long time, everyone had finished congratulating each other, and it was time for all parties to start discussing important matters.
Han Feng sat quietly on the edge without making a sound, listening carefully to their bargaining. What they were discussing was how much power each sect would need when they occupied the main line in the future. In addition, it is naturally the subsequent distribution of interests. After all, no force is willing to give people their efforts in vain. Without the motivation of profit, even the Moyun Sect, which has been promoted to a mid-level sect, cannot forcefully recruit them, otherwise the East Eight Branches will surely If there is chaos, then the Moyun Sect's interests will suffer the most. If there is a fire in the backyard, there will be no need to go to the main line to expand the territory.
There are eight sects in the East Eight Branches, including the Moyun Sect. They are arguing endlessly and have never been able to reach a consensus. After all, they all have their own agendas and neither wants to make great efforts, but they also want to seize some of the benefits of occupying the main line.
At this moment, Ximen Tian suddenly snorted slightly, and a majestic force appeared in the entire lobby without any warning, making all the nearly eighty old pill-forming monsters present feel as if they had fallen into the abyss, and became silent, one by one. He stopped and looked up at Ximentian, not daring to say another word.
"Fellow Taoists, today is a happy day for our Moyun Sect, and it is also a celebration for me to become a spiritual master. Shouldn't you give me a little favor and go out to conquer the main line according to the plan drawn up by our Moyun Sect? I will definitely not treat the major sects badly afterwards! If any sect is dissatisfied, I don’t mind visiting in person, everything must be discussed!" Ximen Tian glanced at them and said in a cold tone.
Everyone was silent and still did not express their opinions. Although they were all impressed by Ximentian's power, they also knew that the other party did not dare to do anything to them, otherwise the East Eight Branches would be in chaos, and the most seriously damaged would be the Moyun Sect.
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