At the same time, outside Zuixiang Pavilion, three middle-aged immortal cultivators and a young immortal cultivator were standing outside waiting.

"Brother!" One of the middle-aged men with a beard was already full of anger: "Mo Bei's airs are too big! He is just a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage, and he dares to let us wait for the summons outside!"

The man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist also nodded, his eyes as big as a copper bell, and he said in a muffled voice: "Brother! You are also the head of the family after all, and our Misha family ancestor is also an immortal cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage! He actually whispered to a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage!"

"In the Tianxing Kingdom, we are at least responding to it and are respected by thousands of people! What is this Mo Bei? Let's break in!"

"shut up!"

The head of the Misha family glared at the big man fiercely, gritted his teeth and angrily: "What do you know!"

"Now the fate of our family is all in Mo Bei! The ancestor is about to be transformed, and the Yuanrong Sect has greatly lost its strength. We will commit to the Yuanrong Sect now, isn't we going to die!"

Speaking of this, the head of the Misha family sighed and sighed: "It's really thirty years from Hedong to Hexi! Who knew that this would happen?

Now we can only rely on, and Mo Bei can say more good words to us in front of Taixu Sect at that time. Let us return to Taixu Sect. After all, Mo Bei will carry out this mission. With just one word, he will be able to absolutely the fate of our family!"

The young immortal cultivator had a rebellious face and a hint of disdain. He listened to the head of the family and hummed slightly.

However, among these people, he is indeed the highest cultivation level and has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage.

At this time, Feifu preached, Misha family and others looked at each other, and then followed him in.

Seeing these people walking in, Mo Bei's expression was still and his spiritual sense swept past them.

The three middle-aged immortal cultivators were all at the fifth and sixth level of the Qi Refining Period, and the highest cultivation was the Immortal cultivators at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Period.

Mo Bei glanced at the young man who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining and said lightly: "What are you looking for me?"

The head of the Misha family hurriedly walked forward. At this moment, there was no way to be the domineering and arrogant person who was in the Tianxing Kingdom and his face was full of affection and smile, and he said with a pleasing smile:

"I have met the envoy. The envoy, I am the head of the Misha family. We have met last time."

"I know," Mo Bei nodded faintly.

The head of the family grinned dryly, and the fat flesh on his face was squeezed to the side. He rubbed his hands and said, "What happened last time was a complete misunderstanding. I specially led the Misha family to visit you, senior."

Mo Bei smiled. He looked at the head of the family with interest and asked, "If I remember correctly, it seems that many days ago, your Misha family had already broken up with my Taixu Sect. Logically speaking, you should go to visit the Yuanrong Sect, why did you come to me?"

Misharong showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and then he reacted very quickly, and he instantly recovered as before, saying, "Senior, are joking. The people of the Taixu Sect in My Misha family, death is the soul of the Taixu Sect. How could he betray the Taixu Sect and turn to the Yuanrong Sect?"

"The Yuanrong Sect is not even qualified to carry shoes to our Taixu Sect!" Misharong said indignantly.

Speaking of this, Mo Bei already understood the purpose of Mi Sharong coming today, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Mo Bei stared at him with a smile until Misharong felt uncomfortable all over, and Mo Bei pondered: "If I remember correctly, I went to Tianxing Kingdom last time. It seems that you didn't say that."

"And it seems that even the compensation was given to me by Taixu Sect, saying that I would never have any connection with my Taixu Sect in the future!"

As soon as these words were said, Misharong was shocked and waved his hand quickly: "I dare not! I was confused last time. I regretted it when I said such stupid words!"

"When I realized it, when I wanted to talk to my senior, I had no choice but to leave the Tianxing Kingdom."

As he said that, Misharong quickly pulled Misha Holron who was standing beside him, and winked at him in private, giving him a wink.

Then Misharong turned his head and smiled at Mo Bei with a blooming smile: "I have personally brought Misha Haolong back from Yuanrong Sect. I specially sent him to Taixu Sect."

"Haolong, why don't you see senior!" Mi Sharong glared at him secretly and urged.

Misha Haolong curled his lips, writing with arrogance and domineering words. His eyes swept across Mo Bei, and he thought to himself: "He is just a disciple at the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage, only one level higher than me. He grabs a lot of people in this Taixu Sect. What's so great about it?"

Misha Haolong was still a little nervous. He didn't say these words on the spot, but just hummed slightly and said nothing.

"I am a true disciple of the sect leader in the Yuanrong Sect. Who is the young and old? Is the disciples at home and abroad respectful to me? Even if I am a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage, I have to sell me a little bit of my face."

"Even if you come to this Taixu Sect, you will definitely be valued. Say a gift to such a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage?"

"What is he? Hum!"

Misha Haolong felt more disdainful when he thought about it. He glanced at Mo Bei and sneered.

The fool can see that disdainful look!

Long Haotian has a bad temper. It was the first time he saw something begging his boss, but he turned out to be a guy who was even more arrogant than him.

He immediately rushed over with an unknown fire, walked forward without saying a word, looked at Misha Opelon, smiled, and said gently: "Are you Misha Opelon?"

Misha Haolong raised his chin slightly, glanced at Long Haotian with his eyes, and thought to himself: "You know my reputation, you really want to curry favor with me."

Thinking of this, Misha Haolong showed a proud sneer and said lightly: "I am..."

The words have not ended.

Sudden--

"Bang!"

A crisp slap suddenly rang throughout the hall, making people stunned.

In the flash of lightning, Long Haotian had already swung his right palm and slapped Misha Haolong's right face hard.

The latter was caught off guard and was slapped hard. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

An extremely clear slap mark appeared on his right face. It was red and almost bleeding.

In an instant, the entire hall had quieted down, so quiet that even a needle could hear it.

Everyone looked at Long Haotian in disbelief, full of surprise on his face. No one expected that he would suddenly take action and slapped Misha Haolong hard in front of everyone's eyes.

Misha Haolong was stunned and could not come back to his senses for a while, but his face was incredible.

After a few breaths, he recovered. The face, which was actually quite handsome, suddenly turned from green to purple, and finally turned red and almost bleeding.

His facial features are so ferocious that they are twisted into a ball!

"You dare to hit me!" Misha Haolong's voice suddenly increased several times, his eyes staring at Long Haotian like a poisonous snake, and his hands were clenched into fists. The blue veins on his forehead and arms burst, as if a monster was already on the verge of rage.

"Bang!"

Long Haotian swung his left hand again and slapped him hard on Misha Haolong's left face.

The power of this palm was even greater than before. The Misha Haolong who was about to slap was a little dizzy and staggered.

Because Long Haotian's two slaps were too sudden, no one could imagine it. At such a close distance, even Misha Haolong, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, could not react.

"you!!"

Misha Haolong roared, wishing he could pounce over and die with Long Haotian. He was embarrassed in front of so many people. He has been like a star-chasing person since he was a child, so he has never suffered such humiliation!

"stop!"

Misharong shouted suddenly, pressing Misha Holron's arm tightly, shaking him.

Under the power of the head of the family, Misha Haolong had to suppress the breath in his heart. His whole body was trembling with anger, and he was almost vomiting blood, hoping to tear Long Haotian into pieces!

But at the moment, Misha Opteron dared not take action.

Because he had seen more than a dozen Qi Refining Stage 7 and 8 levels around him, and all the disciples at the highest level looked here, and their malicious eyes swept over him from time to time.

Long Haotian directly ignored Misha Haolong's murderous gaze, a cold look appeared on his face, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, very good!"

"No matter what treatment you treat in Yuanrong Sect, I will be a true disciple before! In front of my boss, you are even a dragon, and you have to keep it on my side! You are even a tiger, and you have to kneel down for me!"

This speech, accompanied by the pressure emitted by the dozen immortal cultivators and Long Haotian, was really a bit of aura, shocking the Misha family's eagerness to move, and did not dare to act rashly.

"Okay, now you can talk about the serious matter." Long Haotian quietly retreated aside.

Misharong's face turned pale and was extremely embarrassed. Even though Misha Haolong was a little too arrogant before, this guy was too ruthless in his actions, and he didn't even have any affection.

But now, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Misharong had no choice but to say embarrassedly: "Senior, please don't be as knowledgeable as juniors. After I go back, I will definitely teach this kid a lesson."

While he said, he forced Misha Haolong to hold on. No matter how unwilling the latter was, he had to slap his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He slapped the scorching slap on his face, and retreated, staring at Long Haotian resentfully.

Mo Bei waved his hand and said indifferently: "No obstacle, but..."

"But last time you had already negotiated with me and paid the compensation, you had nothing to do with Taixu Sect anymore. I'm right."

Misharong smiled dryly and said, "That's true, so I want to ask senior to return the compensation spirit stone to me..."

Hearing this, Mo Bei suddenly showed a blooming smile, stared at him and asked, "Do you still want to go back?"

Misharong was stunned, then reacted instantly, waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I remembered it wrong. Then what kind of compensation is there, it's the younger generation..."

Speaking of this, he showed a touch of flesh and pain on his face, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's just that I have the meaning of my junior to my senior. Please accept it with a smile."

"Oh..." Mo Bei made a sudden enlightenment look, and then said: "So that's the case... But... it's natural for us Taixu Sect disciples to perform tasks for Taixu Sect. It's a matter of duty. It's not appropriate to collect your spirit stone, so you'd better take it back."

As he said that, Mo Bei pretended to prepare for the spirit stone.

At this moment, Mi Sharong could not let Mo Bei return the spirit stone. His forehead was so anxious that he was sweating heavily and said, "No... I'm tired all the way, and that little bit of thought is what I deserve."
Chapter completed!