The Third Peak Immortal Hall of the Hundred Refining Sect. After inquiring all the way, Mo Ming finally rushed over at noon.

The Great Hall of Immortality is located on a huge cliff to the north of the third peak, the hall is more than thirty zhang high, and it looks unusually magnificent from a distance, which is not much worse than the imperial palace in the mortal world.

On the only bluestone road leading to the Hall of Eternal Life, there were not many pedestrians coming and going, only people walking in pairs, and most of these people were body cultivators, and there were very few monks.

As soon as Mo Ming approached the Hall of Eternal Life, he met several familiar faces, all of whom were new disciples who had entered the sect with him.

These people are either in groups of three or five, or in pairs and twos, all of them go to the Hall of Eternal Life, and compared to Mo Ming, there will always be one or two old disciples around these people to introduce them to everything around them.

Mo Ming felt very hurt, he also entered the Hundred Refining Sect after two rounds of assessment, why was their treatment so poor.

"I don't know if Wang Meng is here!"

Mo Ming raised his eyes and looked around, this bluestone street was too empty, and he had basically swept everyone's faces at a glance, but there was no Wang Meng in it.

Shaking his head slightly, Mo Ming walked onto the huge square in front of the Palace of Eternal Life, and when he arrived at this place, there were obviously more figures around, all of them were talking in twos and threes, as if they were waiting for something.

Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, didn't talk to anyone, and walked straight towards the gate of the Hall of Eternal Life.

The next moment, Mo Ming's heart suddenly sank slightly, and his face suddenly became gloomy, because he suddenly saw a familiar moan from the afterglow, turned his head to look, and found that in a corner of the entrance of the Hall of Eternal Life, a young man wearing a cyan robe and always having a gentle smile on his face was talking to someone.

The demeanor is relaxed when talking and laughing, and the magnetic voice makes people can't help but feel intimate.

However, this person's voice was so harsh in Mo Ming's ears, Mo Ming felt a fire rising in his chest, and he couldn't help but clench his gums, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire.

The man was none other than the young man who had shown him the way.

That is, this person introduced him to the Yuanshang Pavilion where the male disciple was forbidden before, not only offended a female disciple who didn't know the specific cultivation for no reason, but also almost broke his legs!

"Huh?"

As if feeling, the gentle young man turned his head to look at it, there was not the slightest surprise on his face, and the gentle smile became even stronger. I didn't speak, I just looked at it lightly.

"Damn!"

Mo Ming gritted his teeth, and when he saw that face, he couldn't help but want to rush up and kick his feet, this person is so hateful, the two of them have no grievances, and they have also answered each other's questions, so they really can't be summed up simply with the word shameless.

And in Mo Ming's opinion, that gentle smile clearly stopped telling him all the time that he was a fool and a doll at the mercy of others.

However, after looking at the young man fiercely, Mo Ming still forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart to rush up and kick his feet, because he could feel that the young man's cultivation was very high, although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, but the seemingly thin body exuded a palpitating aura.

At least it is also in the Golden Body Realm, which is a big realm higher than Mo Ming!

This young man is definitely not what he can compete with now, if he really rushes up at this time, he may really be able to get two feet in the end, but the person who is kicked will never be that young man, it is more likely to be himself, after all, the gap between the innate realm and the golden body realm is too big.

In the eyes of the Golden Body Realm refiners, the innate realm refiners can submit with just one hand, and they won't make one more move, one punch is enough!

However, although he couldn't really rush up and kick two feet, it didn't prevent Mo Ming from making other moves.

I saw Mo Ming's eyes staring at each other with dead eyes, and then he coughed violently, and a mouthful of extremely thick saliva was instantly spit on the ground by him.

Then, Mo Ming did not hesitate anymore and strode towards the Hall of Eternal Life. This place is the Hall of Eternal Life, an empty place, as long as it is not physical contact, he is not afraid that such a move will cause anything bad, and the young man will never dare to do anything to himself here.

The young man's expression was stunned, the gentle smile on his face instantly froze, he seemed to be a little incredulous at Mo Ming's actions, and subconsciously looked at the extremely thick spit, and then only after Mo Ming's figure disappeared into the Hall of Eternal Life did he shake his senses a little.

"Hey, this kid is really daring!"

The young man suddenly laughed, his eyes flashed with a burst of essence, not only did he not get angry, but he became more interested in Mo Ming.

"When I open the spiritual veins and break through the cultivation of the physical body to the golden body realm, I must repair this person well!"

After all, he is still a sixteen-year-old boy, and it is difficult to hide his inner emotions freely. Stepping into the Hall of Eternal Life, the anger in his heart was still hard to dissipate, and he secretly warned himself that he must improve his strength as soon as possible, and then he focused on the Hall of Eternal Life.

The hall of the Hall of Eternal Life was very empty, there were not many facilities, only a futon was laid flat on the ground, and some teenagers or young people sat in it, and no one was talking, each of them closed their eyes and recuperated, as if waiting for something.

And in the main hall of the main hall, there is a high long table, behind which are four empty Taishi chairs, and there is no one but a huge portrait of a person hanging on the wall behind the chair.

The portrait is a crane-haired and childish-faced, unusually tall old man, looking up at the sky, standing proudly on the top of a peak, exuding a momentum of looking down on the world.

With just one glance, Mo Ming knew who the old man was, because there was a record of this old man in that thread-bound book, and this old man was the founding patriarch of the Hundred Refining Sect, a powerful existence that had already ascended to the immortal realm and lived the same life as heaven and earth.

Mo Ming bowed down to the portrait, and then his eyes swept around, preparing to find a corner where no one was there and sit down first.

However, before he could completely see the entire hall, he suddenly felt a gaze look at him.

"Hey, Mo Ming is really you!"

A cry of surprise broke the silence of the place, and a young man with a rough body jumped up from a corner and rushed straight towards Mo Ming.

Mo Ming raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look, and then a smile also appeared on his face, the rough mine boy was none other than Wang Meng, who had entered the fourth peak.

"Haha, I knew you kid was fine!"

Wang swooped down and directly hugged Mo Ming, the joy in his eyes was irrepressible, and he was really happy for Mo Ming.

Since that day, when all their new disciples were selected to enter the various peaks, Wang Meng had been worried about Mo Ming's whereabouts, after all, the expressions of the nine hundred refining sect cultivators that day could be seen by anyone, and Mo Ming was directly ignored by them.

At first, Wang Meng thought that Mo Ming would be expelled from the Hundred Refining Sect and would not be able to become a disciple of the Hundred Refining Sect, but he didn't expect to see it again at this time, and he was still in this Hall of Eternal Life, which was enough to show that Mo Ming was now a new disciple of the Hundred Refining Sect.

"How are these two days? Are you okay at the fourth peak?"

Mo Ming smiled and hammered Wang Meng's shoulder, in this world of eating people and not spitting out bones, Wang Meng is one of his only two friends.

Liu Changsheng and his uncle left, and now only Wang Meng is still by his side, and the two of them have entered the Hundred Refining Sect together along the way.

This kind of friendship is rare, because he has been lonely since the change of Tongtian Mountain, and he cherishes this kind of friendship very much.

"I'm okay, the senior brothers and sisters of the fourth peak take good care of me!" Wang Meng smiled, and then asked with a raised brow, "What about you?"

"I ...... It's hard to see at a glance!"

Mo Ming's face showed bitterness, he didn't know where to start, he thought about it and said where he was, but he didn't mention much about the old man and the things that he had been cheated on before, he just nodded and said that he was all right!

Wang Meng was a little surprised, strange that Mo Ming's experience was different from theirs, but he didn't ask much, because in his opinion, it was enough not to suffer anything, after all, they had just entered the Hundred Refining Sect, and everyone was the same! As long as the cultivation came up, the future life would naturally get better.