Ye Qiu and Master Changmei stopped and looked up at the special mountain peak in front of them.
The reason why it is special is because that mountain peak is a golden mountain.
The towering mountain peaks reach into the sky, holding the sun in their hands, standing thousands of meters away.
The entire mountain looked like it was made of gold, emitting thousands of feet of golden light that almost blinded the eyes.
Moreover, this golden mountain is extremely huge and stretches for thousands of miles with no end in sight.
The golden light Ye Qiu and the others saw in the distance before was actually the light emitted by this mountain peak.
"Little bastard, isn't that mountain made of gold?"
Master Changmei said in shock: "If it is really gold, then we will make it completely."
"No, I'm going to run over and take a bite to see if it's gold?"
After Master Changmei finished speaking, he was about to rush out.
"Stop!" Ye Qiu grabbed the Changmei Master and cursed in a low voice: "Stop your bad habit, otherwise you won't know how you will die."
Ye Qiu stretched out his finger.
Master Changmei looked in the direction of Ye Qiu's finger and realized that there were many people standing a thousand meters away.
At a glance, he saw Qi Tian, Chen Tianming, Wang Cong and the disciples from the Ancient Holy Land.
At the same time, he also saw Xiao Yichen.
Xiao Yichen led the disciples of Butian Sect, stood at the front of the team, put his hands behind his back, and emerged from the world.
There is another group of people standing in another direction, they are people from the Holy Land of Taichu, headed by a young man with a strong aura.
At this time, five of the six top forces in the Eastern Wasteland have arrived, except for the people from the Chaos Holy Land who have not yet arrived.
Five factions of men and horses, standing in five different directions, all gathered at the foot of the mountain.
"It was so dangerous. If I had rushed over just now, I might have been killed by those people."
Master Changmei couldn't help but feel palpitations in his heart, and then he laughed happily: "The five factions have gathered together, and now there is a good show."
"Don't you think something is wrong?" Ye Qiu said, "The five factions gathered together, why didn't there be a fight between them?"
"Yes, why are they so calm?" Master Longmei took a closer look and found that those people were staring at the mountain peak with expectations on their faces.
"It seems that they are waiting for something." Master Changmei suddenly thought: "Could it be that the Dragon King's inheritance is in that golden mountain?"
Ye Qiu said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."
"Little bastard, what should we do now?" Master Changmei said, "I will listen to you."
Ye Qiu thought for a while and said: "To be cautious, let's not go there for the time being. We will just wait here to see what will happen, and then wait for the opportunity."
"Well, it's safer this way." Master Changmei nodded.
But at this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared and headed straight towards the direction of the Changmei Master.
"The Second Son of God in the Holy Land of Chaos is here, why don't you get out of here quickly."
A disciple headed by Chaos Holy Land shouted loudly. In his opinion, as long as others hear the reputation of Chaos Holy Land, they will definitely get out of the way.
However, Master Changmei did not get out of the way.
"What the hell, you're worthy of telling me to get out of the way." Master Changmei cursed.
"Seeking death." When the disciple from the Chaos Holy Land heard this, he didn't care and rushed directly towards Master Chang Mei.
Master Changmei was not polite and slapped the disciple from the Holy Land of Chaos away with one palm.
"ah……"
The disciple from the Chaos Holy Land screamed in pain and fell more than ten meters away.
Suddenly, everyone in the Holy Land of Chaos stopped and stared at the long-browed master with evil eyes.
Ye Qiu's eyes fell on the crowd and saw a young man wearing a gray robe.
The young man had an extraordinary appearance and a powerful aura. Surrounded by a group of disciples from the Holy Land of Chaos, he stood out like a chicken among the flock.
This person is the second divine son of the Holy Land of Chaos, Wu Qinghao!
At this time, the Chaos Holy Land disciple who had been beaten away by Master Changmei got up from the ground, pointed at Master Changmei and shouted: "You bitch, how dare you block the way of our Son of God, and how dare you hit me, don't you?"
Are you tired of living?"
Master Changmei said coldly: "Why does such a huge land have to pass through me? Can't you just walk by it?"
"You——" The disciple raised his fist.
"Stop!" Wu Qinghao suddenly shouted and reprimanded the disciple: "I have warned you long ago that you should keep a low profile. If you dare to be so domineering with such little cultivation, you deserve to be beaten."
Then, Wu Qinghao looked at Master Changmei and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Qinghao, the second divine son of the Holy Land of Chaos."
"Excuse me, did he hit you just now?"
Master Changmei said: "If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been knocked over just now."
"So, he didn't hit you, right?" As soon as Wu Qinghao finished speaking, he suddenly released the pressure of the peak of spiritual power.
"No..." Ye Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly screamed, but before he could take action, it was already too late.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded.
Then, Ye Qiu saw the Changmei Master flying backwards, with a bright red palm print on his left face, and bloodshot eyes flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Qiu's eyes suddenly became as cold as a sword.
Wu Qinghao looked at the Chang Mei Master and said, "You dare to hit someone before I hit you. This slap is the price."
"Besides, you are just a slave. If you hit me, you will hit me. What else do you want?"
Having said this, Wu Qinghao turned to look at the disciple who had been slapped by Master Changmei before, and cursed: "Useless thing, why do you have to go through such a big place?"
"This slave is so ugly, it makes me sick just looking at him."
When Master Changmei heard this, his eyes turned red and he stared at Wu Qinghao with gritted teeth.
"Why are you staring? You are a frog!"
Wu Qinghao said proudly: "I am the second son of God in the Holy Land of Chaos. You are just a little servant. Being able to meet a big shot like me is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes..."
"Huh!" Ye Qiu snorted coldly, stood up, walked to the side of Changmei Zhenren, looked at Wu Qinghao opposite him coldly, and said: "You are too overbearing to hit my servant in front of me.
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"I advise you to apologize to my servant immediately."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Master Changmei was humiliated. As a friend, Ye Qiu naturally had to stand up for Master Changmei.
What's more, this Wu Qinghao is really too arrogant.
Wu Qinghao didn't take Ye Qiu seriously at all. After hearing Ye Qiu's words, he sneered: "If you ask this son of God to apologize to a servant, aren't you afraid that he will lose his life?"
Ye Qiu's eyes grew colder and he said, "For the last time, apologize to my servant immediately."
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like this? Believe it or not, I will kill you right now?" After Wu Qinghao finished speaking, powerful murderous intent surged through his body.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded.
"Wu Qinghao, you are so powerful, do you want to kill me too?"
