The mountain gate of Qingchen Sect is on the mountainside of the snow mountain. Behind the mountain gate, there are several trails leading to various peaks.

Feng Wuchen carried Feng Ning on his back and followed Shen Hongyi through a long mountain road, and finally came to a desolate and dilapidated mountain top.

Let alone the decline of Wuhen Peak, even if it were told to him that it had been completely cut off, he would never doubt it.

I saw that most of the buildings on the peak were dilapidated and looked like ruins.

There are a few dead trees and weeds at the entrance, obviously no one has taken care of them all year round.

"Besides you, how many disciples are there in Wuhen Peak today?"

"two!"

Feng Wuchen's pupils trembled slightly, feeling a little comforted, it would be nice if there were others.

"Where is the other person?"

"Who is it?" Shen Hongyi looked at Feng Ning beside Feng Wuchen: "Isn't it just you two?"

"..."

Feng Wuchen was speechless.

"My sister is not a warrior, so she doesn't count."

Shen Hongyi spread her hands: "Then you are the only one! You want to join Wuhen Peak yourself, I am not forcing you!"

Feng Wuchen smiled: "Of course!"

After walking for a while, Shen Hongyi led Feng Wuchen into an extremely dilapidated hall.

Water was leaking everywhere in the palace, and the corners of the walls were even covered with flowers and plants.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge sarcophagus.

Shen Hongyi walked to the sarcophagus and patted the lid.

"Hey...old man, wake up!"

"..."

There was no response for a long time, then Shen Hongyi raised her eyebrows.

"Old man, if you don't get up, I will drink up all the good wine I just brought back!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the lid of the sarcophagus was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

The next moment, an unkempt old man with white hair appeared in front of everyone.

"Wine? Where can I get wine?"

This scene frightened Feng Wuchen, and he quickly protected Feng Ning behind him.

Feng Ning was so frightened that she covered her eyes.

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br> "Old man, let me introduce to you, these two are the new disciples! Feng Wuchen, and his sister, Feng Ning."

Then, Shen Hongyi pointed at the old man again.

"This is the current peak leader of Wuhen Peak, Luo Fenggu! I always call him Old Man Luo."

"Peak Master?"

After carefully sensing the old guy in front of him, Feng Wuchen was secretly surprised.

The lid of the sarcophagus is not light. Judging from its appearance, it weighs at least two to three hundred kilograms.

And until now when the other party breaks through the barrier and appears, he hasn't felt any fluctuations in spiritual energy.

In other words, what pushed open the coffin lid was pure power!

Not only the fluctuations of spiritual energy, but also the old man's breathing was extremely weak.

At one moment, he even suspected that what appeared in front of him was not a living person, but a lifeless corpse.

Unexpectedly, there would be such an expert on this declining Wuhen Peak.

The old man's eyes glanced at Feng Wuchen, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"At this age, you are only in the Xiantian realm. Why are you taking all the rubbish to Traceless Peak?"

Shen Hongyi rolled her eyes: "It's a crappy place like yours. It's already good if people are willing to join. You're so picky!"

Luo Fenggu did not continue to pay attention to Feng Wuchen, but extended his palm to Shen Hongyi: "Where is the wine?"

Shen Hongyi shrugged: "Qingchen Sect is recruiting new disciples today, and the mountain road has put up a barrier, so you can't go down the mountain. Where can you get the wine?"

"You...you...you little girl dare to play tricks on me!"

Upon learning that he had been deceived, Luo Fenggu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, looking extremely funny. He turned over and entered the coffin.

But he didn't close the coffin lid immediately. At that moment, he seemed to remember something.

"You said Qingchen Sect will accept new disciples today?"

"yes!"

"What day is it today?"

"

April 15th!”

"Hiss... It's broken! It's broken! Why did you forget this?"

As Luo Fenggu said that he was broken, he quickly jumped up from the coffin. Wearing rags and linen clothes and bare feet, he quickly rushed out of the hall, and disappeared from everyone's sight after just a few steps.

Several people were messy in the cold wind for a long time, and Shen Hongyi said with an embarrassed look: "Our peak master's brain is sometimes not normal, just get used to it... Just get used to it... I will take you to the place where you live first. Bar!"

Following Shen Hongyi around the main hall and seeing the scene behind her, even Feng Wuchen couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air.

I saw that behind the main hall, the land for several miles was filled with hundreds of unmarked tombs, which looked gloomy and desolate. .??.

"This is……"

Hearing Feng Wuchen's question, Shen Hongyi's eyes flashed with desolation for a moment.

"Aren't you curious about where the disciples of Wuhen Peak are? They are all buried here!"

"What happened at Traceless Peak? Why is it like this?"

Shen Hongyi did not answer Feng Wuhen's question, but just kept walking forward.

It took half an hour for the three of them to bypass the vast cemetery and arrive in front of a row of continuous wooden houses.

Due to disrepair, most of the wooden houses have decayed, and only a few are still intact, crumbling in the wind and rain.

"You choose a room, you clean it up first, I'll come when I go."

After saying that, Shen Hongyi walked towards the cemetery.

Feng Wuchen chose a room with a sunny side and began to clean up the snow and debris outside the house.

After a while, Shen Hongyi left and came back, but when she came back, she already had many things in her hands.

"This is!"

"Since you are already a disciple of Wuhen Peak, the initiation ceremony is indispensable."

With that said, Shen Hongyi handed the pile of sundries in her hand to Feng Wuchen.

It turned out to be a long sword, a book of exercises and a simple ring.

"Storage

A ring?"

Feng Wuchen's eyes lit up.

This is a rare good thing. When he was on the first floor of the world, Feng Wuchen inquired about the market price. The price of a intact storage ring was more than one million gold coins.

However, there is a small crack on the ring in his hand, which obviously has reached its limit.

If it takes another year and a half at most, the magic circle inside it will completely collapse and become useless.

Although there are some flaws, Feng Wuchen does not dislike them.

Every time he puts the Burning Sun Sword into his body, he is afraid of exposing Long Yuan's secret.

Now that I have this ring, I can hide it from others very well.

"Where did you get this?"

"Dug it out of a grave."

Feng Wuchen: "..."

Shen Hongyi covered her mouth and chuckled: "I'm kidding you! It's just a relic left by the original Wuhen Peak disciples. It's just that it's been too long and most of the things have lost their spirituality, so just make do with it."

At this time, Feng Wuchen felt an inexplicable warmth flow through his heart.
To be continued...