269: C269 At the Foot of the Spiritual Mist Mountain Pretending to be Cool Was Struck by Lightning

C269 At the Foot of the Spiritual Mist Mountain Pretending to be Cool Was Struck by Lightning

The next morning, under the Spirit Mist Mountain, there was a sea of people.

Almost all of the Cultivator in the Forest City had arrived. There were even more of them coming from other places, and they were everywhere in the east, west, and east.

Between a group of black-haired and a few white-haired people, it was not strange for there to be some westerners with blond hair and red hair.

The strange thing was that those ordinary people who did not know what was going on but still wanted to come and join in the fun.

Spirit Mist Mountain had blocked a god-like figure. This was the news that had started circulating on the Internet a few days ago.

However, because the Lin Family had joined forces with the Du Family and the Ding Family and sealed off the mountain for the sake of building a large scale project, very few people could climb to the top of the Spirit Mist Mountain again.

This caused quite a lot of complaints in the donkey circle. Fortunately, there were still many places that they could go, so the donkey friends quickly accepted this reality.

Ordinary people naturally wouldn't care about sealing off the mountain. What they paid more attention to was the magical changes on the mountaintop.

Metaphysics and mysterious cultural enthusiasts firmly believed in the legend of the deity on the mountaintop. Combined with the car accident that Lee Dongren had caused a few days ago, and the Lee Family's bankruptcy in one night, there were still a few smart ordinary people who restored the truth.

Many people already knew that Chen Feng lived on the summit of the Spiritual Mist Mountain. He appeared in the car accident again and saved the two beauties in the car. After the collapse of the Lee Family, many people thought that he was the Divine Immortal. No matter what, he was still the disciple of the Divine Immortal.

This time, there were a few thousand people gathered in the Spirit Mist Mountain, including the Cultivator and the mutants. Naturally, the ordinary people were dumbfounded.

The circle of Cultivator was very small. In order to avoid trouble, they would not easily let ordinary people know that they were Cultivator.

They were scattered in the city, hidden in the crowd, and rarely gathered in large numbers.

But this time, the thousands of Cultivator in Spirit Mist Mountain had gathered together, forcefully turning this battle of Grandmaster into a grand event in the cultivation world.

As for the ordinary people mixed in, they had no idea what had happened.

"Grandpa, may I ask what happened here? Why are there so many people here?"

A woman in a long white dress, a large white sunhat, and sunglasses, with a slim figure and a clear voice, asked a white-haired old man at the foot of the mountain in a gentle voice, What happened here? Why are there so many people here?

"You don't know?" The white-haired old man glanced at her and saw that she didn't have any cultivation level and wasn't a Cultivator. He immediately glared at her and said, "If you don't know, then hurry up and leave. This isn't a place for you to come."

The woman's body stiffened and she lowered her head slightly. "Sorry to disturb you."

A few young men beside her could not bear to watch. One of them said, "Old man, I was just asking. Why are you so fierce?"

"That's right. How can you bear to see such a beautiful girl?"

The old man glared at him again. "What? Do you want to practice?"

The young men looked at each other speechlessly.

"Heh." The old man couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

"Young people nowadays really don't have any courage at all. Such a beauty doesn't even dare to stand out in front of me. I even feel embarrassed for your elders."

The few young people were instantly unconvinced. One of the short men rolled up his sleeves and scolded angrily:

"Today, if I don't steam buns to fight for my breath, I will definitely rip off your full beard!"

The old man sneered. "That's more like it. However, if you want to pull my beard, you are not qualified. Go and call your family's elders over. There might still be a chance."

The short one was not afraid at all, reaching out to pull the old man's beard.

In the end, he was easily tripped by the old man, causing him to fall flat on the spot.

"Go back and train for a few more years. With your little bit of three-legged cat skills, you dare to stand out?"1

After the old man stepped on him a few times, he sighed and shook his head.

"You guys, your elders haven't learned any of your skills, but they like to show off in front of others. Isn't this asking for a beating?"

The short man who was lying on the ground suddenly wished he could find a hole to hide in.

The beautiful woman slightly took off her glasses, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes as she looked at them in surprise.

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