86_86259 The six black-clothed people in the red light exploded with a bang, and the red light that roamed in the sky disappeared in an instant along with the black-clothed people.

The unbelievable scene made Mu Feng and the others widen their eyes, and they didn't know what to say for a while, and the six men in black inexplicably blew themselves up in front of their eyes without warning.

"Howl the wind!" After the man in black disappeared, a pile of white ash was left on the ground, and the Heavenly Mirror in front of Yin Feng rotated rapidly for a moment before turning into a flash of blue light, and then the crumbling Yin Feng slowly closed his eyes and fell backwards, and the nearest impotence hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

After a bloody battle, the entire Qixia Peak was in a mess, and many cultivators sat on the ground without caring about their identities, and Xia Ruolan personally led a group of Qingxuanzong disciples to heal everyone's injuries.

Everyone was silent with complicated expressions, and Mu Feng also had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he never expected that the Qixia Summit of Qingxuanzong would become like this because of only six people, and the row of houses near the sea of clouds had been burned to ruins, and more than a dozen cultivators died in this battle, and dozens of people were injured as a result.

However, what Mu Feng couldn't figure out was that he had never seen the elder-level figures of the Qingxuan Sect appear from beginning to end, and the Heavenly Dao Sect Yun Bei and the Ten Thousand Elders of the Ancient Hell Sect who obviously lived here had not appeared, if they were willing to make a move, these people would not have died in vain, and so many people would not have been harmed.

As soon as he thought of these Mu Feng, he was a little angry, and he punched the ground angrily.

"Looks like the winner has been decided!" Just when everyone was confused, in the rolling sea of clouds in front of them, under the illumination of the moonlight, more than a dozen dark clouds were floating towards here.

The first of them were three golden clouds, followed by more than a dozen white clouds, and everyone present exclaimed in amazement when they saw this scene.

When Zhuang Bufan, with Yun Bei and the Ten Elders of the Ancient Netherworld, was already behind more than a dozen elders of the Qingxuanzong who stepped on the Xuanyun like immortals and came to everyone, many young cultivators in the square also hurriedly stood up from the ground and respectfully bowed to them.

"Whew...... Everyone's worked hard. ”

Zhuang Bufan looked at the group of young cultivators in front of him, who had obviously just gone through a fierce battle, and let out a light sigh, then looked at the burning house behind him and waved it with one hand, and in an instant, he summoned an incomparably huge water ball and gently pushed it.

A huge water balloon with a diameter of more than 10 meters and a width hovered directly above the burning house and exploded, extinguishing the fire in an instant like a torrential rain.

"What the hell is going on?" A young cultivator who had come to participate in the Immortal Gathering asked Zhuang Bufan about the confusion in everyone's hearts.

Mu Feng frowned and looked at Yun Bei, who was stained with blood on the monk's robe next to Zhuang Bufan, and Elder Wan of the Ancient Netherworld, shouldn't the two of them be in the house behind them? I've been in the square all the time, and I've never seen the two of them go out.

"Let's all disperse, everyone have a good night's rest, and tomorrow the competition of the Tian group will continue as usual."

Under the confused and puzzled gaze of everyone, Zhuang Bufan waved his sleeves lightly, turned around and flew towards Qingxuan Mountain in the distance with many Qingxuan Sect elders.

As soon as they left, many of the monks present also started to talk about it, and more complained and scolded them. How can such a thing happen without even an explanation for it, and not make people doubt and angry?

"Go back" Impotent looked at Yun Bei with a hesitant expression, and wanted to ask something, but the latter said two words in a calm but unquestionable voice, and then turned around and walked towards the house where he lived.

Li Wushuang and Xiao Qinghe also respectfully followed behind Elder Wan of the Ancient Netherworld Sect, passing by Mu Feng and the others.

"Damn, what do you mean? So many dead people won't even let out a fart? Seeing that the only two seniors present, Yun Bei and Elder Wan, had left, many cultivators could no longer control the anger in their hearts and scolded loudly.

"Like, they're all gone, you should give an explanation, right?" Several cultivators quickly stepped forward and surrounded Zhuo Zichen and the others, who were about to leave, and questioned excitedly.

"Sorry, no comment." Zhuo Zichen's eyes changed slightly, and he replied in a deep voice.

"What do you mean? Haha is really Qingxuanzong, are we people so inconsequential in your eyes? ”

Zhuo Zichen's answer immediately made many young cultivators around him angry, the dead and wounded in the previous battle, and they didn't even have an explanation, how could they not let these people be angry?

"Before, there was a group of unknown people at the bottom of the mountain who broke through the mountain gate, and the chief senior brother and I led the crowd to support, and after a vicious battle to stabilize the situation, we immediately rushed up when we saw the fire in Qixia Peak at the bottom of the mountain. So we don't know much about the whole thing, please rest assured that our Qingxuanzong will definitely give you an explanation. ”

Just when the atmosphere became a little subtle and full of the smell of gunpowder, Yin Feng Jian frowned slightly, stood beside Zhuo Zichen, and said seriously to the many cultivators gathered around them, his attitude was sincere, and his tone was so firm that it was difficult to refute.

Yin Feng's attitude made the group of cultivators around him who were still angry a little relaxed, Yin Feng was very popular among this group of cultivators, plus he was humble and polite in dealing with people, and he had stood up alone before to buy time for everyone, so these monks believed his words.

On the contrary, Zhuo Zichen, who was standing beside him, glanced at Yin Feng coldly with a gloomy face, and it was obvious that what he, the chief disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, said, had not yet had the effect of Yin Feng.

"Everyone, please rest assured, my chief disciple of Qingxuan Sect fighting side by side with you tonight is enough to prove that we did not intend to deceive you, I think the elders should have their own holy judgment, and when the time is ripe, they will definitely tell everyone. So now let's take advantage of the fact that there is still a little time to rest early, and tomorrow's group of immortals will be held as usual! ”

Xia Ruolan, who had been silent, looked at Zhuo Zichen's gloomy face, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and without waiting for Zhuo Zichen to attack, she stepped forward and took Yinfeng's words and said softly.

Seeing that Xia Ruolan focused on Zhuo Zichen's identity, the corners of Mu Feng's mouth were raised, his eyes converged and he stared at Zhuo Zichen, the relationship between the two of them was really unusual, and in this case, he still wanted to maintain Zhuo Zichen's face.

It was late at night, and there was silence all around, but Mu Feng, who was leaning on the wooden chair, couldn't sleep at night.

The wound on his shoulder had been treated by Qianyi, but it still ached. Looking at the sparse moonlight and the tumbling sea of clouds outside the window, Mu Feng frowned, and there were too many questions in his heart, but no one could solve them