After the demon king failed to beg for death

Fu Ling found that Li Chen was a little strange recently, but he couldn't tell what was so strange. In short, he was a little different from the stinky and cold Mozun before.

But the moment is not the time to think about these things, where the murderer fled to, and whether Guanshanmen has anything to do with the murderer is what he wants to know now.

Looking at the posture of Furong Pavilion, Yuan Hong asked with a smile, "I don't know what is the suzerain's so-called coming here in the middle of the night?"

Su Wenxuan had already been pulled by Xiao Xiangyang and did not move forward impulsively, but he looked at Yuan Hong with murderous intent.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Hand over that person?"

Yuan Hong looked puzzled, but his attitude was still very respectful: "I don't know who you are talking about and what happened. Yuan is really at a loss. Please ask the suzerain to clarify my doubts."

Su Wenxuan said angrily: "Stop pretending, that person disappeared after you closed the mountain gate, if you didn't hide him, who could it be?"

Xiao Yunyi glanced at him, and said coldly: "Shut up."

Su Wenxuan wanted to say something, but after being glanced at by Xiao Yunyi, he finally swallowed it unwillingly.

Fu Ling simply found a tree trunk, flew up directly, leaned against the tree, and watched the play quietly.

Li Chen stood under the tree, his brows were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, a disciple of Furong Pavilion stepped forward and explained indifferently: "Tonight, someone sneaked up on my disciple of Furong Pavilion, Junior Brother Wenxuan, and wanted to kill him to silence him. Fortunately, Master stopped him. After tracking all the way here, there was no trace."

Fu Ling looked at this disciple. When he was in the teahouse, he seemed to have heard Xiao Xiangyang mention this person's name, Lu Dan.

Lu Dan's father died in the Deep Valley, which made Fu Ling a little concerned, so he couldn't help but look at this man more.

After Yuan Hong heard this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said in astonishment: "Is this so? Pavilion Master Xiao, this... this really has nothing to do with me closing the mountain gate!"

His flustered expression did not seem to be fake, and he didn't even know how to explain it for a while, but he just kept saying that he really didn't know anything about this matter, and Guan Shanmen didn't have such courage!

Xiao Yunyi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Yuan Hong.

Yuan Hong, as the master of the Guanshan Gate, is only at the Golden Core stage, and he is not as good as the peak master of a mountain in Furong Pavilion.

And the person he was chasing just now was at least in the Nascent Soul stage, and his cultivation base was much higher than Yuan Hong's.

"Since this is the case, I don't know if Master Yuan can make it easier for us to go in and search."

Xiao Yunyi's words sounded like a request, but in an unquestionable tone.

Yuan Hong pursed his lips, but he also knew that he couldn't stop them at all, so he could only say with a smile: "There are such daring people, I must cooperate with closing the mountain gate, Xiao Ge mainly searches, even if it is, Yuan Hong Certainly will cooperate."

The disciple behind Yuan Hong looked unhappy and couldn't help saying: "Master..."

If they were allowed to come in and search randomly, where would Guan Shanmen's face be put in the future?

Yuan Hong raised his hand, motioning him to keep quiet.

The realm of comprehension is such a place where the weak prey on the strong, and his skills are not as good as others. Under such circumstances, he can only bow his head.

Otherwise, even if Xiao Yunyi acted forcefully, he would have nothing to do.

Moreover, people disappeared at the Guanshan Gate, Xiao Yunyi, as the head of the sect, would not cheat on such matters.

They had sufficient reasons to conduct the search, after all, this involved nearly [-] lives of the Su family.

Yuan Hong got out of the way, and Su Wenxuan was the first to rush in.

Xiao Xiangyang yelled "Little Junior Brother" but couldn't stop his hasty pace, so he followed in.

Afterwards, the dozen or so disciples from Furong Pavilion all rushed in one file at a time. They were swift and did not take Yuan Hong, the master of the sect, into their eyes at all.

All the disciples standing behind Yuan Hong dared not speak out, they could only stare at this group of people searching their own territory so unscrupulously.

Fu Ling looked at it for a long time and felt a little bored. He got down from the tree, pounded Lichen's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think they can find it?"

Li Chen looked at the hand that was poking his arm, clamped his fingers between two fingers, and said calmly, "Speak well, don't move."

Fu Ling: ...

What kind of hands and feet is this, and it's not a big girl.

Li Chen let go of his fingers, put his hands behind his back, and said with almost certainty: "They can't find them."

Fu Ling asked curiously: "Why, are you so sure that people are not closing the mountain gate?"

Li Chen: "There are people, but they may not be able to find them."

Everyone outside the door had already gone in, and Fu Ling simply strolled in with his hands behind his back, and took Li Chen's arm by the way.

"Here we are, let's join in the fun. Since everyone is here today, no matter what, we must wash away the dirty water that was poured on my Demon Cult."

Li Chen looked at the slender white hand with well-defined knuckles that was holding his arm, but he didn't take it back in the end, but walked a few steps quickly to keep up with Fu Ling's pace.

All the disciples in Guanmen Mountain have been awakened, and most of the disciples walked to the square where they usually practice martial arts with their eyes open, not understanding what happened this night.

Most of these disciples are in the Qi refining stage, and there are occasional disciples with relatively high talents who only go to Foundation Establishment.

But there are very few disciples who can cultivate to the foundation establishment stage. After all, those who have good spiritual roots and talents all go to the big sect.

Who would nest in such a little-known sect.

Xiao Yunyi stood at the front of the square, watching the disciples coming one after another, without saying a word.

The dozen or so disciples he brought had split up and searched the Guanshan Gate almost like a carpet, not even letting go of a single corner.

Yuan Hong stood beside Xiao Yunyi, his face was not pretty.

However, nothing can be said.

Soon, all the disciples of Guanshanmen gathered on the square.

Guanshanmen is just a small sect, and all the disciples add up to only a hundred or so, which is very easy to recognize.

Yuan Hong looked at these disciples in the square, and said in a muffled voice: "Pavilion Master, all the disciples of my sect are already here. I wonder if there is someone the Pavilion Master is looking for?"

Xiao Yunyi glanced over these individuals, saw their blank and puzzled eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Is it all here?"

Yuan Hong: "Everything is there, not one is missing."

These disciples can be scanned at a glance. The highest cultivation level is only the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and there is not even a single one of the Bigu Stage. Compared with Furong Pavilion, it is really far behind.

At this time, all the disciples of Furong Pavilion also ran over. Everyone glanced at each other and shook their heads.

The so-called attacker was not found.

Standing behind Yuan Hong, the disciple who had always been very unhappy finally couldn't help but choked and said: "Pavilion Master Xiao has also searched, and everyone has seen it, can we clear up the suspicion of us closing the mountain gate now? "

Yuan Hong didn't make a sound to stop him this time, but gave him a slight cross-eyed glance, motioning him to shut up.

However, it is too humiliating to search the entire sect for a disagreement.

The disciple pretended not to see the master's gaze, and continued: "Guanshanmen is just a small sect, so it is naturally not as big as the Furong Pavilion, but all the disciples of my sect stand upright and never associate with evil spirits. It would be a bit humiliating for someone to mobilize teachers and mobilize people like this."

Xiao Yunyi's face was a little gloomy, his eyes swept over this disciple, and just about to say something, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, and fell heavily in front of all the disciples.

An old man in plain clothes and disheveled hair fell to the ground in embarrassment, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Yuan Hong took two steps forward and said anxiously, "Uncle He, what's wrong with you? Who did it?"

"I did."

As soon as Fu Ling's voice fell, he and Li Chen flew past the crowd and landed on the square.

Yuan Hong looked at Fu Ling almost angrily: "Who is Your Excellency? Why did you trespass on me to close the mountain gate?"

Fu Ling pointed at Xiao Yunyi, and said without burden: "I came in with him, so it's not trespassing, but I came two steps late, and saw this old man wanting to go down the mountain in the middle of the night, and I don't know what to do? "

The old man lowered his head, his loose hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't tell what he looked like.

Xiao Yunyi looked at the group of disciples under him with some dissatisfaction, and asked: "None of you saw him?"

Everyone shook their heads. They searched all over the mountain gate, but no one saw the old man.

Then this is worth pondering.

Yuan Hong looked at the eyes of everyone around him, and seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the distressed old man, and asked in a trembling voice: "Uncle He, it's midnight, you don't sleep in your room, go down the mountain... What are you doing?"

The old man flinched and didn't speak, just shook his head vigorously, looking pitiful and innocent.

I am very pitiful.

The choking disciple took two steps forward to help him, but Yuan Hong blocked his way.

"Master...Uncle He is so old, with such a group of people surrounding him, he will definitely be scared."

Yuan Hong shook his head, but did not speak.

"Master..."

The disciple was a little anxious, but he seemed to be very concerned about the old man.

Hearing what he said, Fu Ling smiled: "This little brother is really warm-hearted, but your sympathy came too early. You Uncle He is not some helpless old man. He Much better than you."

"What are you talking about? Uncle He has stayed at Guanshanmen for so many years and has always paid silently. Why do you make such false accusations?"

"That's right, although Uncle He can't speak normally, he always helps us with a lot of things. Is this a mistake?"

"Uncle He is a mute, it's too much for you to press me so hard!"

All the disciples on the field were complaining about the old man. How could such an honest and honest person be a bad person?

Fu Ling looked at the excited Guanshanmen disciples present, and looked down at the old man lying motionless on the ground, wondering what he was thinking, and asked lightly, "Are I going to tell you the story, or are you talking about it yourself? Look at these disciples who defended you, don't they ever waver at all? Su Shengnian."

As soon as these words came out, Su Wenxuan who was standing aside froze.

He looked at the hunched man with disheveled hair almost in disbelief, and murmured, "You...are you uncle?"

Also frozen was the old man who was paralyzed on the ground and had not shaken.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of vicissitudes looked at Fu Ling through the loose hair, and a rough voice like a saw pulling rotten wood came slowly: "How do you know?"

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