[Chapter 406] [Snowing Moon Empire]

Along the way, the three generations of disciples were extremely respectful and at ease when they saw Wu Hao, but in the end they were attracted by Dongfang Bingqing's beautiful face. They were stunned and stood there, not knowing to take the initiative to show their kindness, respect their uncles, and take the sword for Wu Hao.

Although Wu Hao did not expect these disciples to get the Linglong Caifeng Sword, it still caused Wu Hao to think in his heart, "It's really a disaster for a beautiful woman."

After several minutes of struggling walking, Wu Hao finally led Dongfang Bingqing into the high-level deliberation hall of the Rising Sect under the envious eyes of a group of disciples.

At this moment, Wu Qian and other senior officials were sitting upright and confronting each other. The atmosphere was very tense, which was in sharp contrast to the leisure of the three generations of disciples outside.

Seeing this scene, Wu Hao couldn't help but think: "Did there be a major accident in the sect these days when I went out? Why is the atmosphere at the scene so tense?!"

"Master, I'm back, what's wrong with you?" After seeing this, Wu Hao immediately threw the giant sword in his hand on the floor, causing a loud noise, which immediately relieved everyone from the tense atmosphere of confrontation.

"Wu Hao, you are finally back. Zi Yue has not come back yet. Let's go and find Zi Yue, and then leave this ** sect that has been secretly controlled by the Xiaoyue Empire forever." After hearing Wu Hao's voice, he saw his strong body. Wu Qian, the leader of the Rimo Sect, changed his previous strong attitude, with a little woman's feeling, and his eyes were filled with mist.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Could it be that the elders of those sects jointly bully you, the sect leader??" Wu Hao, who was already a little fond of his master Wu Qian, couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Wu Qian who was almost crying. Then, his eyes were coldly scanning all the senior officials of the sects present.

Originally, Wu Hao didn't have much sense of belonging to the destruction of the sect this day. Here, only Wu Qian and Ximen Ziyue, who knew the former wind and snowy night, deserve his concern; when everyone found out that the sect might be bullying Wu Qian, he immediately became angry.

"Little brat, you don't even have enough hair to grow, so you dare to argue with us?! At this time, a disdainful ridicule came from the crowd.

Wu Hao was looking for the source of the sound, and suddenly found an old man in his sixties looking at him with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Who are you?" Wu Hao asked in a humble and arrogant manner.

"I am the current leader of the sect of the Rishen Sect, the uncle of your beautiful sect master, and she has been jointly impeached by all the elders and second-generation disciples; I was introduced by the public, and now I order you to kowtow and kneel down to my new sect leader, uncle of the master!" The old man's turbid eyes suddenly became energetic, staring at Wu Hao and began to exert his spiritual pressure. He knew that Wu Hao would not kneel down to him, so he wanted to force Wu Hao to submit with force.

"What a shitty uncle, in my eyes, I only recognize my master. I think you should have been expelled from the sect by the master. Now I don't know what the shitty Xiaoyue Empire has attracted some forces, so I will come back to usurp the throne now." Wu Hao hit the ground and combined the two words and analyzed the situation at the scene.

The old man's mental pressure on Wu Hao was suddenly defended by the mysterious color silk in Wu Hao's sea of ​​consciousness, and Wu Hao was not under any pressure.
Chapter completed!