The master of the punishment hall of the Huayi Sword Sect is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, surnamed Baili, and his name has been forgotten by the people, because of his fierce investigation and torture methods, he is privately called "Old Man Hooking Souls" by his disciples, also known as Baili Hooking Souls. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, the morning class in the main hall of Huayi was over, and before the second-generation disciples had dispersed, they saw the white-bearded old man with three or four people breaking into the hall with three or four people, leaving a corpse wrapped in a white cloth, which frightened everyone in the hall. When people lifted the cloth, they saw that the corpse was actually a young disciple of the sect!

Some people sighed secretly, and some unlucky people didn't know how powerful they were, and they wanted to be planted in the hands of this old ghost.

"Senior brother, ...... are you?" an old man with white beard and black hair who was sitting in the first seat frowned and asked puzzled. He is the head of a sect, his surname is Fei Lan, and his position is extremely powerful and majestic, but he can't suppress the old monster of Baili Hook Soul.

"Kong Jiuming, you come out for me!"

Before Baili could speak, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe standing beside him opened his mouth and shouted, his voice condensed but not dispersed, echoing in the empty hall.

Everyone in the hall hurled and focused their eyes on the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, everyone knew that Kong Jiuming was the master of the Sword Pavilion, and his status was one generation higher than that of the master, and he didn't know what was going to alarm this old man today.

"The old man is here, what advice does Senior Nephew Huang have?" A shriveled old man in a yellow robe stood up and shouted at the middle-aged scribe. I saw that his body was thin, his face had no white beard, only a faint white slag on the top of his head, and the whole person was like a sleek monk, this person was Kong Jiuming, the master of the Sword Pavilion.

If Wu Ming was here, he would have been shocked when he saw it, this Kong Jiuming turned out to be the ninth master who was guarding the building a few days ago!

Kong Jiu Immortal Sect has a very large number of generations, and everyone can be called a master and nephew, if ordinary people are drunk by him, their feet will be weak and speechless, but middle-aged scribes are also extraordinary. His surname is Huang Wenshan, he is the master of the Fu Qi lineage, although he is young, he is also a great monk of the Linghai who has practiced for seventy or eighty years, and his cultivation is not weak and how many holes and nine hells are not weak, and he is naturally not afraid of him when he talks.

"Don't dare to give advice, your Sword Pavilion disciples are rampant, dare to kill my Fu Gong disciples in the sect, and bury the corpses in the barren mountains afterwards, the crime is outrageous. According to the rules of the door, please hand over this disciple and give it to the master of Baili Hall! ”

Huang Wenshan responded word by word. Only then did everyone understand that this male corpse was actually a disciple of Fu Qimai before his death, and the feeling was that Huang Wenshan's disciple was killed like this, and he couldn't get over his face, so he came to trouble Kong Jiuming.

"Joke, the disciples of my Sword Pavilion are all top-notch in their peers, and the cats and dogs of the first line of your sword pavilion don't need to be killed at all, breaking one or two legs is, what kind of blind cats and wild dogs are also worthy of being the souls of my Sword Pavilion disciples under the sword!" Kong Jiuming's words made Huang Wenshan half angry, his eyes widened, he took out a rune paper from his waist, and he was going to fight with Kong Jiuming.

The disciples on the side hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, and the sect master Gong Feilan didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't say a word, so the hall suddenly became a pot of porridge.

"Alright." Baili Hook Soul made a hoarse voice and stretched out his hand to stop Huang Wenshan. He stared at Kong Jiuming with half-squinted cloudy old eyes, and hissed, "Why don't you go forward and take a look at the cause of this disciple's death and then make a conclusion?" ”

Kong Jiuming was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out what the old thing had in mind, so he had to step forward and glance at the corpse, and the next moment he grabbed the slag on his head with his hand, revealing a look of consternation.

"The master of the Kong Pavilion should have also discovered that the cause of this person's death was pierced through the brain by a three-inch sharp weapon, and a hole was directly opened in the skull, the old man had checked it before, and the bone cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the sect could do this, except for the sword qi of the Sword Pavilion and the way of sword intent, there was no second method." Seeing this, Baili Hook Soul smiled strangely, "Of course, if it is really a murder weapon with sword qi and condensed in three inches to penetrate people's heads, I am afraid that only the Kong Pavilion Master present has this skill, which can compress the sword qi to such an extent." ”

Kong Jiuming's expression was strange, and he stopped talking, but was interrupted by Baili Hook Soul, he continued to smile strangely: "Naturally, we don't think that the Pavilion Master Kong has the leisure to kill a junior with his own hands, so the murderer must be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and he is also a peerless kendo genius with sword intent, I don't know if the Pavilion Master thinks so?" ”

Kong Jiuming's face turned dark, and he turned his head to look at the second-generation disciples of the Sword Pavilion standing in the hall, the sword intent is really not so easy to cultivate, at present, the genius of the Sword Pavilion is like a cloud, and only a few disciples of the second generation have cultivated the sword intent.

Everyone focused their eyes on the second-generation disciples of the Sword Pavilion, thinking to themselves that there were really stupid people among these disciples who killed the fourth-generation disciples of the same sect regardless of their seniority? That's a real loss of old face.

"Huan Dong, Gongxi Pu, Peng Tian, Zheng Xiuyuan, you four come out!" Kong Jiuming gave an order, and walked out of the four top-notch disciples of the Sword Pavilion, among which Huan Dong was the senior brother of the Sword Pavilion, and Gongxi Pu was the only son of the sect leader Gong Feilan, known as the "Little Sword Sect".

These four people are the people with the highest sword intent in the Sword Pavilion.

The four of them took turns walking to the corpse, and when they returned, they shook their heads in unison, indicating that they did not know the disciple.

Kong Jiuming spread his hands: "Two of you saw it?" The four of them are the most top-notch disciples in my Sword Pavilion, and I also believe that they will not lie, so I am afraid that this matter is not done by my Sword Pavilion, but someone else is to blame. Please think about it, if there are monks above Zhou Tian who use small magic weapons to kill people, can't they also imitate such traces? ”

"It's a good hole in the world, and someone else is to blame? Who are you talking about? Huang Wenshan was furious, he was also angry today, and he didn't have the demeanor of a scribe at all.

"The old man didn't say anything about you, what are you anxious about!"

"Okay, you dare to insult me when you kill my disciple, come on, let's go outside to fight the Fa, fight for a day and a night, and see who is more anxious!"

"Enough!" Sect Master Gong Feilan finally couldn't sit still, he patted the armrest and stood up, his face turned red, obviously really angry, the two of them hurriedly bent down and bowed down when they saw this, not daring to say more.

"Senior Brother Baili, you come, the rest of you shut up!" Gong Feilan ruled in one word.

Hearing this, Baili Hook Soul showed a grim smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "Actually, you all want to go wrong, according to the old man's investigation, the murderer is not the second-generation disciple of the Sword Pavilion, but it is likely to be the junior disciple of the Sword Pavilion. ”

"What?" Kong Jiuming showed a look of shock, and Huang Wenshan's mouth couldn't close.

The hall was boiling, and all the second-generation disciples were vying to discuss, wondering what kind of person this junior who had cultivated sword intent was.

"Is there any evidence?" Gong Feilan also looked strange, although he knew that Baili Hook Soul had never spoken, he still couldn't help but ask questions.

Baili Hook Soul said: "Lao Yu personally went to the place where this disciple buried his body, according to Lao Yu's observation, there are obvious traces of fighting and escape at the scene, and what is more interesting is that the place of the fight is ten miles away from the place where this disciple died and was buried!" ”

The high-level people in the audience looked at each other.

Baili smiled, as if he had seen a fun toy: "Therefore, there is not much difference in the strength of the two people in this fight, and according to the analysis of the remaining traces of the fight, this disciple seems to have the upper hand compared to the murderer at the beginning." ”

"In other words, the murderer, the same generation as this disciple?" Everyone in the hall swallowed in unison, the oldest disciple below the second generation was only twenty years old, there was such a talented person in the world, who had cultivated sword intent under the age of twenty?

"Elder Kong, could it be that there are three generations of disciples in your Sword Pavilion who have cultivated sword intent, but they hide it from you?" Gong Feilan couldn't help it, such a genius is like a precious treasure to the sect, and he must find it out and hold it tightly in his hand, as for this murder that violates the rules of the sect, it is naturally accommodating for such a genius.

"This ......" Kong Jiuming was also a little confused, he thought about it, and he didn't think of which of the three generations of disciples of the Sword Pavilion had reached such a point.

"Guys, you're at odds again." Baili Hook Soul's face was strange, and he saw that Kong Jiuming's body was a little numb, and he stretched out four fingers, "Who told you that this disciple is a third-generation disciple?" The old man checked the list of Fu Gong Mai disciples, and the name of the killed disciple was Lu Zili, who was the fourth generation of disciples who had only been in the Fu Qi Mai for a few years. ”

The hall suddenly became very quiet.