disguised holy monk

Seeing Xuan Qing throwing away the long sword, everyone seemed to want to catch him without a fight, but they were still terrified by the opponent's strong force just now, and they looked at each other for a while, but no one stepped forward.

Xuan Qing glanced around, except for the disciples of the Qingyun Sect who looked worried about him, the rest of them looked cold, fearful and angry.

He looked indifferent, and said: "Xuan Qing would like to go back to the Martial Arts League with everyone, I believe that the leader will deal with it fairly, find out the truth, and give everyone an explanation."

After he finished speaking loudly, everyone's thoughts changed slightly, "Okay, then you go back with us."

As he spoke, he motioned for the two to approach cautiously and tentatively. Seeing that he really did not resist, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his hands and twisted them behind him. Someone even bound his hands and feet with iron chains.

Someone from the Qingyun sect couldn't help but said: "Since brother has already said that he wants to return to the Wulin League with us, why do we need these things?"

Someone snorted coldly: "Who knows if he is pretending to be acting? If he repents on the way, who among us can stop him?"

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were angry and angry, but Xuan Qing shook his head slightly and comforted him, "It's okay."

If he really wants to break free from these things, they can't restrain him.

But when everyone saw Xuanqing being tied up, they breathed a sigh of relief, raised their hands and said, "Go, take him back to the Martial Arts League for disposal."

……

There are still two days away from the Wulin League, and the group decided to stay overnight in an inn on the way.

Xuan Qing was detained alone in a room, and there were two people guarding the door.

He was tied to the side of the pillar, and he could not lie down to sleep. He could only close his eyes slightly by leaning against the pillar.

During the day, Xuanqing and Amoluo injured many disciples from various sects and sects, among them there were naturally many who were resentful, plus Xuanqing was always in the limelight, and there were not a few people who were secretly jealous.As a result, this is a good time to take revenge on him.

After the disciples guarding the door were dismissed, the door was slowly pushed open, and four men entered the room.

Xuan Qing opened his eyes and looked at them, he was not impressed, he should not be some famous person.But at this time, his face was blue and purple, and it seemed that he had been beaten badly during the day.

"Isn't this the big disciple of the Qingyun sect? High-spirited, young hero?" The tall and thin man sneered maliciously, stepped forward and squatted in front of Xuanqing.

The man behind him sneered, "What hero? He's just a lackey of the Devil's Cult..."

Xuan Qing glanced at him with a cold expression—this posture, at first glance, was cannon fodder.

He said lightly, "What do you want to do?"

The four of them didn't see the fearful and nervous expression on the other side as they imagined. They surrounded Xuan Qing with dissatisfaction for a while, moved their fingers, and taunted: "Aren't you good at fighting during the day? Now let's see how good you are... ..."

The most they wanted was to beat Xuan Qing secretly, after all the disciples of the Qing Yun Sect were all there, it really made people half dead, and it would be difficult to explain at that time.

The harsh words fell, and the clenched fists also smashed down.

Xuan Qing was silent, he was created by the Holy Father, but you can't blame him if you want to kill yourself.

Just when he was about to break free from the iron chain and turn around to avoid it, a few small stones flew out, and the strong force directly crossed the palms of the four people.

Blood splattered, and at the same time as the screams, there was a sharp voice—"Stop!"

The silver bell rang, and Yue Qingran flew into the room, kicked people away one by one, and turned around to block Xuan Qing, "Public avenge, selfish revenge, you are still famous and decent disciples!"

The few people were holding their palms in their hands and crying, they stood up enduring the pain, and cursed angrily: "Wait, let's go tell Master..."

After they finished speaking, they turned around and left, Yue Qiao snorted coldly and did not go up to chase, but turned around hurriedly to untie Xuan Qing, and said with concern: "Senior brother, how are you?"

And Xuan Qing glanced at the blood-stained pebbles on the ground, this kind of inner strength is not what Yue Qingran can have.It seemed that even if he didn't make a move, these people wouldn't survive.

Xuan Qing smiled slightly and shook his head, "I'm fine."

"He said it's okay, his wrist is torn!" Yue Qiao felt a little distressed, and while massaging the red marks on his wrist from the iron chain, he muttered angrily, "Are those sects stupid? ? Senior brother, you have done so many good deeds as a chivalrous man, how could you be the one who colluded with the Demon Sect?"

Seeing her angry appearance, Xuan Qing felt a little helpless, "It is true that the existing evidence points to me, but the timing is too coincidental, there may be a big conspiracy in it..."

Xuan Qing: What a conspiracy, it's just that Amaro's brain has twitched!

Yue quietly saw that Xuanqing was probably thinking about the reason, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked slightly melancholy, so she couldn't help but hurriedly comforted her: "Anyway, I believe that senior brother will never do such things! When you get to the Wulin League, the master will definitely return your innocence to the senior brother." !"

Xuan Qing regained consciousness and heard the words, finally smiled lightly, nodded and said: "I hope so."...It's just that Amaro's brain hole can never be so simple!

With his smile, Shu Lang's brows are picturesque, and it suffocates Yue Quietly's heart.

……

And the four people who ran out didn't go far, and they were directly shuttled by a black shadow from the crowd, several "click" sounds were heard, and their heads were already drooping softly.

With his back to the four corpses, Amaro wiped his hands with a cold expression.He didn't leave, but followed them all the time.Although he knew that these people were just following his pre-set plot, but now he couldn't suppress his anger.

He seemed to want to stop a little bit.

However, if you really stop, how can you dream?

……

The next day, Xuan Qing woke up comfortably in bed, and heard a loud noise outside the door.

He hastened to straighten his clothes, got up and sat cross-legged, slightly closed his eyes, with a look of indifference.

The next moment, the door was kicked open with a "snap", and an elder rushed in angrily with a sword in hand, "Bai Xuanqing!"

Xuan Qing opened his eyes and looked at him, frowning slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Master Li, what happened?"

"I want you to pay for the lives of my four disciples who died!" Headmaster Li said harshly and swung his sword.

With a sound of "dang", the sword he swung was opened, and Yue who hurried over quietly blocked Xuan Qing.

The disciples of the Qingyun sect who came afterward also spoke one after another, "It can't be that brother did it! He was locked up last night, how could he kill someone? I think it's probably Amoluo who did it..."

Head Li became even more angry, and said angrily: "Even if he didn't do it, he ordered it! The people Amaro killed have nothing to do with him!"

"They died?" Xuan Qing looked guilty in astonishment—see, I told you not to bully honest people!

And Yue quietly heard the words, her brows turned cold, she snorted and said, "Don't you know what your four disciples wanted to do in my senior brother's room last night? I still suspect that you ordered them."

As soon as she said this, the rest of the sect probably guessed in their hearts, what else can they do in Xuanqing's room at night?

Head Li couldn't say no to her, and knew he was wrong, so his face turned red with anger, "Huangmao girl, do you know who I am? Anyway, he has to give an explanation to my dead disciple today! Even if I don't kill him , but also to break one of his hands!"

Yue Quietly's whole body exuded air-conditioning, her pretty face was cold, she slowly drew her sword and pointed at the man, and said coldly: "I don't care who you are, but no one can touch my brother."