Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Yin Fenggu did not walk into the Xuanhuo Hall, but was carried in by two Shura Sect disciples.

It had only been two days since they last met, and Ye Xiaochuan almost didn't recognize him.

At this moment, Yin Fenggu's body was wrapped in bandages like a human-shaped dumpling, and even his face was wrapped, which was more solid than the bandage that Yun Qiyou, the Xinglin Broken Hand, had given Ye Xiaochuan a while ago.

The bandages were bulging, and they should have been reinforced with wooden boards.

Everyone is familiar with this situation. Only when there are multiple fractures all over the body will it be bandaged like this.

Ye Xiaochuan thought to himself, Yun Qiyou was really ruthless.

That night in the Loulan Tavern, Ye Xiaochuan mainly played a supporting role, and it was Yun Qiyou who really took ruthless action against the Shura Sect disciples.

After the fight, Yun Qiyou left a few harsh words that offended the entire Demon Sect, and then left.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't look closely at the time.

Seeing Yin Fenggu's miserable appearance at this moment, he was really shocked.

However, Chen Xuanjia's next words made Ye Xiaochuan realize that he was wrong. The real culprit who caused Yin Fenggu to become miserable today was not Yun Qiyou, but Chen Xuanjia.

Chen Xuanjia said: "It is common for disciples of the Holy Church to disagree occasionally, quarrel, or even fight. There are many private fights between disciples of the Holy Church almost every day.

But when disciples of the Holy Church fight privately, they are very measured. Unless there is a deep hatred, they will never use magic weapons and true power.

Dozens of my disciples were seriously injured, and seven of them died of serious injuries.

Yin Fenggu is an elder of my Shura Sect, but his bones were broken all over his body, which damaged the foundation of his cultivation. There is no possibility of progress in the field of cultivation in this life.

You are so cruel to your fellow disciples. Ghost slave, if you don't explain today's matter clearly, you people of the Ghost Xuan Sect will never think of returning to Qiming Mountain alive."

Ghost slave gestured to Brahma, and Brahma stepped forward to check Yin Fenggu's injuries.

The injury was indeed serious, but not as serious as Chen Xuanjia said.

Yin Fenggu was a master of Lingji, and his cultivation was very high. As long as he recuperated for ten days or half a month, he should be able to recover, and it was unlikely to affect Yin Fenggu's cultivation foundation.

Ye Xiaochuan understood what was going on.

Yun Qiyou definitely didn't do such a vicious thing that day. She just kicked a few of Yin Fenggu's ribs.

Now Yin Fenggu's old arms and legs were broken, which was obviously done by Chen Xuanjia.

As long as the disciples of the Demon Sect did not use magic weapons, did not destroy people's meridians and dantian, and did not hurt their lives, they would rarely be held accountable.

Tuoba Yu and Chen Xuanjia were just taking advantage of the issue, and naturally did not want to see the Loulan incident hastily resolved.

So Chen Xuanjia beat Yin Fenggu himself and made him half-paralyzed and unable to take care of himself.

Only in this way can the matter be made a big deal and the Ghost Xuan Sect be completely involved.

Ye Xiaochuan was originally worried that Yin Fenggu would recognize him. Seeing his miserable state at this moment, he knew that he was overthinking.

With that pair of small eyes exposed, it was good enough that he could see people. How could he see and recognize himself hiding in the corner of the crowd and wearing a wide cloth hat?

Gui Nu naturally refused to admit that Yin Fenggu was beaten by their Gui Xuan Sect. He still firmly believed that this incident was a sad drama played by Chen Xuanjia, and the purpose was to deal with Gui Xuan Sect and Young Master Ye Xiaochuan.

Old Man Tianyin asked Yin Fenggu to recognize people.

This time he brought all the disciples who boiled water for foot washing. In the cave of Shatuo Island, there were only seven or eight young disciples who had not even reached the realm of flying.

The old man of Xihai and old man Tianyin were close neighbors, which confirmed that these disciples were all the disciples of old man Tianren.

More than 20 disciples of the Demon Sect stood in two rows in the temple.

Of course, there was no big disciple of old man Tianyin, Shatuo Xianweng.

The Immortal Shatuo was still sitting on the chair, saying, "All my junior brothers and sisters are here. Look carefully to see if there is anyone who beat you that night."

Yin Fenggu's eyes swept over the twenty or so disciples one by one.

Then he shook his head and said, "No."

Old Man Tianyin immediately said, "Did you hear that?

The truth is now known to the world. This matter has nothing to do with my disciples.

The old man was puzzled. He had been hiding in Shatuo Island in the West Sea for many years and had not come out for more than a hundred years. How could a pot fall from the sky?

How could someone pretend to be my name and disrupt the Holy Church?

Gui Nu, if you don't give me an explanation for this matter today, Xuan Jia will kill you if he doesn't!"

What else can Gui Nu say?

He really didn't know anything.

Faced with the arrogance of Old Man Tianyin, Gui Nu couldn't resist at all.

The few elders of the Ghost Xuan Sect he brought with him were not the opponents of Old Man Tianyin.

In addition, many Demon Sect seniors in Xuanhuo Hall blamed Ghost Xuanzong, so that Gui Nu and others were suppressed so badly that they could hardly hear their voices of defense.

Even if Hu Jiumei and other Ghost Sect seniors helped Gui Nu to speak, it was of no use.

In terms of numbers, they were absolutely at a disadvantage.

Seeing a large group of Demon Sect seniors start to tear up Ghost Nu and others, Tianwen couldn't stand it anymore and slapped the handle of the chair a few times.

Said: "Seniors, today I came to ask about the matter of the ancient city of Loulan. Can you solve the problem by pulling and shouting like this?"

Tianwen was the left chief envoy. She was not very old, but her words were still quite effective.

As soon as she appeared, the Xuanhuo Hall immediately returned to peace.

The big bosses of the Demon Cult who were still tearing and cursing just now, now all straightened their clothes and sat back on their chairs, with calm expressions, like hermits.

It seemed that the people who were just cursing and fighting in the Xuanhuo Hall just now had nothing to do with him.

Ye Xiaochuan was a little confused.

I had heard that the scene was very exciting when the Demon Cult held a meeting.

In the past, I just thought that it was just the righteous disciples slandering the Demon Cult.

I saw those white-bearded old men and white-haired old women fighting each other and spitting with their sleeves rolled up.

The righteous path really didn't make any false rumors about the Demon Cult in this matter.

Ye Xiaochuan had seen the big bosses of the righteous path hold meetings many times.

Each big boss sat upright, fearing that he would make a little impolite behavior.

Even if they were discussing, they would only talk quietly to the people sitting next to them, and would never stand up casually, let alone run to the opposite side, roll up their sleeves and fight and curse with others.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that this was what a hermit should be like.

He couldn't understand why there was such a big gap between the senior masters of the righteous and the demon sects, both of whom were senior masters who had lived for hundreds of years.

One was a modest gentleman.

The other was a scoundrel.

These were simply two extremes.

"This is the politics of the Holy Church."

Seeing the confusion in Ye Xiaochuan's heart, Ye Cha began to explain.

Ye Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "This... is this also considered politics?

They were clearly arguing and cursing at each other, and they were full of dirty words!"