"Sect Master, what's wrong with Master Qionghai's side? Isn't it because of Mo Yun's incident that the people of the Huang Empire and Tengyanmen attacked them?"

The Great Elder was puzzled.

The rest of Wan Shizong also set their sights on Duanmu Ping, especially those masters, who were afraid that something would happen to the refiners of the Divine Refining Peak.

You must know that ninety percent of the refiners of the Divine Refining Peak go to the refining conference, if they have three longs and two shorts, then there will be no Xuanguang Wing and Silver Mangyi in the future, how can they still cultivate?

"Master Qionghai is fine!" Duanmu Ping's words immediately relieved everyone, but in the next second, everyone's hearts were lifted again, "He's fine, something should happen to us here!"

Duanmuping didn't have a good airway.

"Take it and see it yourself!" Duanmu Ping directly threw the letter to the Great Elder.

"What? Mo Yun is a seventh-order refiner?"

The Great Elder exclaimed, his body shook violently, and his eyes were full of incredulity!

On the white paper in his hand, there were only eight crooked big characters, "Mo Yun is a seventh-order refiner."

Because he was in a hurry to write, Master Qionghai didn't even come to other things.

Mo Yun is a seventh-order refiner!

It wasn't just the Great Elder who was shocked, but the tens of thousands of people present were all stunned.

If it's fake, this joke is too much!

If it's true, then this reality is crazy!

In the past six months, the people of Wanshizong have known about Mo Yun: a waste who has cultivated the original Dao Martial Kaitu and cannot advance an inch for the rest of his life, a fanatic who does not know the height of the sky, and a villain who causes trouble everywhere.

Who could associate him with the high-ranking and incomparably noble Seventh Order Refiner?

One in the sky and the other in the ground, this is not comparable at all!

Fake!

This is everyone's first reaction.

But what if it's true?

The consequences are unimaginable.

If Mo Yun was really a seventh-order refiner, then wouldn't they have pushed their own seventh-order refiner out of the sect before.

Oh, my God!

What did they just do?

Many masters of Wanshizong had cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Ahem, ahem, don't panic. The old man knew that Master Qionghai was a person, and he never wrote letters so briefly. The old man thinks that this letter must be fraudulent!"

The Great Elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and coughed dryly.

He was flustered at this point, not so much explaining to others as to himself.

"Yes, yes, Master Qionghai is meticulous in his work, how could he write such a letter?"

"Mo Yun is just a third-order martial sect, unless he is born with strong soul power, how can he be a seventh-order refiner?"

"There must be something strange about this matter, I'm afraid that Master Qionghai's Wind Thunderbird will fall into the hands of thieves!"

Suddenly, the Great Elder gained a lot of echoes.

But this time, although they were loud, they were a little less confident.

"Wait, look, there's another Wind Thunderbird. Letter from Master Dome Sea!"

The blue light flashed, and another wind thunderbird flew onto Duanmuping's shoulder.

However, this time the wind thunderbird brought not letters, but a shadow stone.

At this time, Duanmuping didn't have time to avoid suspicion, he directly projected the Lingering Stone into the air.

"Sect Master, Master Mo is a seventh-order refiner, it's true, he has now returned to the Ten Thousand Worlds Sect, don't hurt Master Mo!"

The image in the air was none other than Master Qionghai, who was anxious at this time.

After hearing his words, the tens of thousands of people below were completely silent.

"The old man has no eyes, but he didn't recognize Master Mo's real body, and he had offended the master several times a few days ago. Sect Master, you must not be rude to Master Mo anymore!"

"On the day of the refining conference, Master Mo was harassed by Tengyanmen, Liuyun Kingdom, and Nanwumen, and was forced to refine the seventh-order armor. At that time, it attracted the Heavenly Tribulation and killed more than a thousand refiners......"

"Now Master Mo has returned to the sect. Sect Master, Master Mo's appearance is related to the prosperity of my Wanshi Sect, and you must not chill the master's heart!"

Master Qionghai finally finished speaking, and the image in the air disappeared with a "poof", leaving only everyone looking at each other.

Mo Yun is a seventh-order refiner!

At the refining conference, he refined the seventh-order armor in public!

The resulting Thunder Tribulation killed more than a thousand refiners, including all the refiners of Tengyanmen, most of the refiners of the Liuyun Kingdom, and Nanwumen!

That's a lot of information, and it'...... This information is amazing, isn't it?

"Now, you say, what should I do?"

Duanmu Ping glared at the Great Elder and said in a cold voice.

He has now slapped the Great Elder's heart.

What did you say you didn't do well, you actually expelled the seventh-order refiner from the sect!

This is a seventh-order refiner, an existence that occurs once in three thousand years, and the emperor immortal forces can't ask for it, but now...... That's it!

"Oh, why didn't the old man think of it? When the seventh-order refiner first refined the Great Perfection Silver Mangwing, wasn't it only Master Mo present?"

"The old man is really confused, Master Mo has reminded the old man like this before, and the old man still doesn't believe it!"

"Now that Master Mo is angry with the old man, how should this be?"

The Great Elder thumped his chest, the regret in his heart!

As soon as Master Qionghai said not to chill Master Qionghai's heart, he was good and directly offended the seventh-order refiner to death.

If this hadn't happened, and there was a seventh-order refiner, wouldn't the Great Perfection Silver Mangyi be at your fingertips.

With that Great Perfection Silver Mangwing, why couldn't he break through to the Sixth-Order Martial King of the Nine-Star Martial Marquis?

Now that he has offended Mo Yun so much, what should he do if the other party wears small shoes for him in the future?

Alas, once stumbled, hated for eternity!

It's just that at this time, it's not a single disaster.

"Sect Master, it's not good. We've lost the trail of Mo Yun!"

The person who had just caught up with him actually ran back.

The expressions of everyone at the scene became complicated.

It's over, Master Mo is hiding, and now he can't find a seventh-order refiner.

"Hmph, now the master must still be around here, what are you still doing here, why don't you go to Master Mo for me?"

"And you, Great Elder, if it weren't for you, how could things have come to this point?"

"If you beg now, you have to ask Master Mo to come back, and in a month, if Master Mo can't come back, I will kill you!"

Duanmu Ping stood up suddenly, he was so angry that he almost rushed up and slapped the Great Elder.

And this time, everyone looked at the Great Elder with a hint of resentment in their eyes.

Especially the Eight Great Elders, several of them were Nine-Star Martial Marquis, and they only needed the Great Perfection Silver Mangyi to break through the Martial King.

Originally, if this matter hadn't been made, they might have been able to break through the Martial King.

It's because of the Great Elder that there's nothing left.

Cutting off people's cultivation is tantamount to seeking money and killing people.

The Great Elder was clearly guilty of public outrage.

In the crowd, Yuan Yi, Su Yao, Xia Minglang, Tang Xianchu and others were still stunned, they were all kinds of messy in the wind.

Seventh-order refiner, that's a top person whose status is comparable to that of the Lord of the Emperor Immortal Power!

Mo Yun is this kind of character!

After coming to the Wuhuang Realm, they thought that the legend of the Yuan Spirit Realm had fallen, but in fact, this legend was just a bigger stage!

There is a saying that what is called, your uncle is still your uncle.

You Mo Yun or you Mo Yun!

(Four shifts every day next week, yes, I can't sleep lazy)