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Under the hopeful gazes of the crowd, Mo Beichen's eyes were cold and indifferent, his expression as calm as water. He glanced at them once, and said without any emotion: "Qingyu, all of you heard me, I do not want to repeat myself a second time."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's heart skipped a beat. They all felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over them. It was so cold that it went from head to toe.

"Don't, don't! "We're all fellow brothers, why do we need to be so ruthless …"

"Senior Brother Mo, I beg you, if you don't take us in, we will be kicked out of the Cold Martial Sect!"

"I'm sorry, we were wrong. Please forgive us!"

Putong! Putong! Putong! Putong! Everyone pleaded with their voices filled with tears, hoping that Mo Beichen would let them go and forgive their mistake. The faces of Chen Ergou and the others paled as they finally realized that they were in a desperate situation.

"Sigh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have done what I did!"

Yang Li secretly shook his head, seeing them panicking, he did not sympathize at all.

The poor people must have something to hate. Even if they were to kneel, they had to finish the bitter fruit they planted themselves.

"Stop trying to gain sympathy here. You ingrate, you deserve it even if you die! If you don't get out of here, I'll get someone to help you. "

This completely cut off their thoughts, causing Mo Beichen to hate this kind of guy who ate without care for others to the bottom of his heart.

Not only were they not scared by his words, quite a few of them even took a few steps forward in an attempt to hug Su Qingyu's leg as they wailed for her to retreat, their expressions growing even more unsightly.

Seeing that they wanted to hit Su Qingyu hard, Mo Beichen's gaze turned cold as he said in a cold voice, "Yang Li, throw them out. If anyone dares to refuse to leave, they'll be beaten to a pulp and hung on a tree to dry! "

"Yes, disciple obeys!"

Having been verbally humiliated just now, it had long ago filled Yang Li with anger, as if he wanted to vent it out properly. Now, at last, there was an opportunity to clench his fists and stare maliciously at the wailing group of a dozen, like a hungry wolf about to attack.

After being frightened by his vicious eyes, Zhang Tie felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. The hair on his back stood up, and his hands and feet became ice-cold.

"No, don't do it!" "You have something to say. Fine, let's talk properly …"

Retreating continuously, Zhang Tiehu knew that Yang Li was a fierce person, if he caught Yang Li's attention, he would be in trouble. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his voice trembled. He rolled and crawled like a wisp of smoke as he rushed out.

The rest saw that the situation was not good, and looked at Mo Beichen resentfully. In the end, they could only run away in frustration.

"Humph, at least you guys ran fast!"

Not being able to beat up a few people to vent his anger made Yang Li feel extremely unhappy in his heart.

"If they still dare to come back here in the future, you don't need to report to me. Just do as I say, break their legs first, and then hang them on the big tree in front of the gate as an example to others!"

Mo Beichen could spare them this time, but if they dared to come and mess around again, he would have to wait to become a dried up corpse!

This little episode did not affect Mo Beichen's mood much; it only made them suddenly feel emotional.

There would always be people in this world who didn't know how to repay kindness, or who repaid kindness with grievances. A scumbag like him wasn't worth forgiving at all. Not being able to kill them with a single slap was already considered good enough.

Time passed by very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Originally, Mo Beichen should have already reached the Lihuo City but after Su Qingyu's persuasion, he still decided to stay in the Cold Martial Sect.

The clues Elder Chen had given him were really limited. He had only told him that in the early years of the Lihuo City, he had once heard of a certain force that might have a Nine Transformations Blood Qi. However, it was still better than nothing. He knew that he had an approximate range.

Because he was not completely confident, and was not sure how much time would be needed, Mo Beichen thought about it, and felt the same way.

During this period of time, the Sect Leader had sent over a few healing pellets for Lin Xiaoqian to consume, and a lot of his injured limbs were healed. As long as he recuperated for a period of time, he would be able to fully recover.

As for her dantian, it could last for at least one or two more months, so wasting a few more days wouldn't affect anything.

Tomorrow was an extremely important day for the Cold Martial Sect.

Although on this day every year, the Cold Martial Sect s would open up the sect gates and select a group of disciples with decent aptitude to enter the sect, there would usually not be a large number of people.

Because among the powers surrounding the Lihuo City, even though the Cold Martial Sect's status was quite high, it was only ranked tenth, and was not a very strong sect. Moreover, the position of tenth place was a bit dangerous and could be replaced at any time by forces that were eyeing them covetously.

Other than Cold Martial Sect, some other sects would also recruit new disciples every year. There were at least three sects in the top ten ranks, and they would also recruit new disciples every year. In comparison, the attraction of Cold Martial Sect wasn't that high.

Hanwu Peak, Assembly Hall.

Early in the morning, Mo Beichen was called out of bed by Yang Li, informing him that he would immediately head to the Procedural Hall to discuss some important matters.

He was still drowsy as he muttered with dissatisfaction. He didn't even have time to wash his face before he muddle-headedly stepped onto the Hanwu Peak.

When he arrived at the official hall, it was already packed full of people.

Looking over, the main and deputy heads of Lunar Shadow Peak and Floating Cloud Peak were all present. Some of the more important elders were also present. The atmosphere in the main hall was heavy, and everyone's brows were tightly knitted. Their expressions revealed a bit of worry and anger, as if something big had happened.

When everyone saw Mo Beichen slowly walking over with a untidy shirt and yawning, with messy hair, rubbing their eyes, their expressions were all different.

There were those who were astonished, those who were disdainful, those who were indifferent, and those who were full of smiles.

Elder Chen had the thickest look of disdain on his face as he snorted with dissatisfaction: "Look at your slovenly appearance. Not only are you not punctual, you don't even look like you should be the leader. You are truly disgraceful. You are truly unworthy of being my teacher!"

Although his voice was not loud, everyone in the silent hall could hear his words.

Reaching out his hand to dig at his ear, Mo Beichen seemed to have just regained his senses. With a blank look on his face, he asked in surprise: "Ah? Someone was talking to me just now. I'm sorry, I just got up and I'm still unconscious. I'm really sorry. "

Mo Beichen's performance made Elder Chen stifled, he felt like a fist was hitting the air, but there was nothing he could do.

Elder Chen did not want to waste any more time talking to him, so he kept quiet and turned his gaze elsewhere.

Seeing that everyone was present, the Sect Leader, who was sitting at the top seat, focused his eyes and slowly looked around. He then spoke with a deep voice, "Since everyone is present, we can begin.

I believe some of you have already heard some news or heard some rumors. What I want to say is that the information is true.

Including Nine Stars Valley, Perishing Sun Palace, and Dragon Tiger Sect, all of the sects have spread the word that they will publicly accept disciples three days from now. "

Hearing the Sect Leader's words, everyone's expression changed as they sunk into contemplation.