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After stepping back from the field, Zhong Ziyuan approached Chi Xingqian with calm eyes.

Both are silent.

On the field, Yan Bai and Yan Tui became more and more courageous, winning three games in a row.

The last match was a solo battle, Yanbai lived up to everyone's expectations, stood out from the juniors, and finally took the top spot in this event.

According to the ceremony, the winner of the championship drank Huanjun tea.

Zhong Ziyuan watched silently.

Chi Xingqian whispered in his ear, "Don't ask me why?"

Zhong Ziyuan pursed his lips, "I thought you would tell me."

Seeing him take it for granted, Chi Xingqian nodded and smiled with satisfaction, "Come with me."

After the fighting spirit is over, other competitions will continue, and few people will notice that there are a few people missing on the field.

Chi Xingqian took Zhong Ziyuan to meet someone.

Tu Junlin.

After Zhong Ziyuan's defeat, he withdrew from the crowd and stayed in the deserted gazebo.

Seeing Zhong Ziyuan, he was a little surprised.

Zhong Ziyuan spoke first, "Why is Mr. Tu San here?"

Tu Junlin parted the pale corners of his lips, but did not answer.

Zhong Ziyuan looked at Chi Xingqian in puzzlement.

Chi Xingqian smiled, "Don't you think he is any different from before January?"

Tu Junlin's body immediately tensed up.

Chi Xingqian made a quick move and punched Tu Junlin in the chest

Tu Junlin was punched with a muffled sound, and was beaten back a few steps, and was about to fight back.Chi Xingqian turned his head to look at Zhong Ziyuan as if nothing had happened, "Did you find it?"

Zhong Ziyuan was still puzzled.

Chi Xingqian said: "The pain of the person in front of you has almost completely disappeared. I guess his situation is more than that."

Just after he finished speaking, flames lit up in Tu Junlin's eyes, his hands and mind gathered strength, and he immediately sacrificed a mace, attacking Chi Xingqian's gate of life neatly.

While playing, he asked: "What else do you know! What do you know!"

Before Chi Xingqian made another move, Zhong Ziyuan had already intercepted him, "Mr. Tu San, what happened?"

Tu Junlin was stunned, and slowly withdrew his attack.

Four years ago, after he won the top spot in Dou Ling, his five senses gradually began to weaken. Just a few days ago, except for blurred vision, the other four senses have completely disappeared.

He can't feel pain, cold, or hear sound, and others can only interpret it with their lips.

Tu Junlin looked up at Chi Xing and said, "When did you know that?"

Chi Xing said: "A month ago."

Tu Junlin laughed miserably.

One month ago, Zhong Fufeng knocked over the censer, and he let the scorching ashes burn his skin.

Zhong Ziyuan asked, "In the past four years, have you checked the reason?"

Tu Junlin nodded bitterly. He searched for famous doctors but failed to find any results. Everyone in the family thought that his spiritual power had risen to a higher level. No one had ever known his pain and suffering. At the glazed banquet years ago, in that battle of spirits, the root of disaster was planted.

But he also didn't understand what went wrong with Dou Ling four years ago.

At this moment, a quarrel suddenly broke out on the field, and a good contest turned out to be hand-to-hand.

Zhong Fufeng pressed Zhong Yan's shoulder as if trying to comfort him, seeing Zhong Ziyuan and Chi Xingqian, he waved to them vigorously to let them pass.

Zhong Fufeng whispered, "Qin Muyun got into trouble, and he ordered to kill."

At this time, there was no order in the competition, and it was Yan Bai who made the attack. He had already sacrificed his spiritual weapon, and a cluster of golden flames wrapped in a sharp blade, aimed directly at Zhong Yan.

Zhong Ziyuan stepped forward to stop him, "Kill the ring? Who did you kill?"

Zhong Fufeng also stepped forward to stand between Yanbai and Zhong Yan, and said briefly, "I didn't kill a person, but I slaughtered a village."

The slaughtered village was on the edge of Xihang Mountain, and it was under the protection of the Yan Clan.

Thinking of Qin Muyun's usually bright figure, Zhong Ziyuan was very shocked, but the disciples of the Xuanmen family started killing people, and those who killed were still living people. When exposed at the glazed banquet where all the families gathered, Zhong Zhiwen's face became ugly no matter how calm he was.

Yan Bai just learned that the murderer Qin Muyun was taught by Zhong Yan, so he immediately asked for an explanation.

Chi Xingqian scoffed at this behavior, Yanbai just didn't dare to point the knife at the Patriarch of the Zhong family, so he settled for the next best thing and wanted to find a soft persimmon.

The news came from the town at the foot of Wanbi Mountain. Chi Xingqian raised his eyebrows, thinking that he had lived in the small village next door for a long time, and felt a little emotional.

The people from the town came to the store where the disciples of the Zhong family often come to buy things, grabbed the juniors and described them all, "It's a crime, a crime, it's the Qin Muyun who was taken away by you before, he killed a villager, ouch, So miserable, so miserable."

After hearing this, the juniors rushed back to the Zhong Mansion and reported the matter in a panic.

So, this is something that has not been proven.

But everyone knows that it doesn't matter what the truth is, and you don't always have to find a perfect reason to provoke trouble.

Patriarch Yanyu stepped forward to lift Yanbai's saber, the corners of his raised eyebrows were not serious, but he still smiled, "Let's see how Senior Zhong handles this matter."

Zhong Zhiwen's face softened a little, and he ordered a few people casually. In terms of prudence, Zhong Lihua was perfect, and he took Zhong Ziyuan and Zhong Fufeng to see what happened.

Zhong Yan invited himself to go, and Zhong Zhiwen agreed.

Without further ado, they had to follow the Yan clan down the mountain immediately.

The unprecedented glass banquet, which had never been missed before, opened a bright skylight in Zhongfu, and died after only half a day.

Zhong Zhiwen's face was ashen as if he wanted to worship the sky.

Along the way, the Yan clan and the Zhong clan were far apart, and they were afraid that if they got any closer, they would have to fight.

They arrived at Guhe Village, a village on the edge of Xihang Mountain.

Zhong Fufeng felt as if another barrier had been set up by the ghost king, the jackdaws were flying and screaming in the air, it was really creepy.

In the past, Guhe Village should have fertile land and sufficient food. It stands to reason that it was backed by green hills. Apart from the influence of sunlight, the plants should not grow into the emaciated appearance in front of them.

The grass, crops, and tree trunks here are all like people stretching out their arms to the blue sky before dying, longing for salvation.

Going forward, there was a creak, and the disciple of the Yan clan looked down at what he had stepped on, and he was startled.

Human bodies were hidden among the hay.

Lowering their eyes and looking forward, everyone fell silent.

The pavement is full of dead bodies.

Young and middle-aged people, old people and children, lay here and there, blood shocking.

At this time, it was getting dark, and this place looked desolate when there were many people. At this moment, there were dead bodies all over the ground that could not be moved at will, which was particularly frightening.

Zhong Lihua set up an enchantment to protect the corpse from the wind and rain, then walked to a thatched hut, looked at the situation inside, said something offensive to the corpse, and prepared to make do with the rest of the night. Sending a disciple back first to report the situation to the Patriarch, the situation was more serious than he had imagined.

At night, the oil lamps were lit, and the halo was dim. The two disciples rested in separate rooms, and they were silent.

Chi Xingqian handed the water bag to Zhong Ziyuan who had been silent all this time, and he took a sip.

The matter of Tu Junlin is still on his chest, and now Qin Muyun has encountered such a disaster again, which makes him worry a lot.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside the window, and everyone immediately became vigilant.

Zhong Lihua drew out his sword, and a bluish-white light illuminated the room brightly.