"Who's coming?"

"The villain, Wang Ming, is the deputy housekeeper of the Ye Mansion who is in charge of procurement. ”

"The assistant butler?"

"Under the chief housekeeper of Ye Mansion, there are a total of four deputy housekeepers, who are responsible for internal affairs, outreach, finance, and procurement. ”

Zhou Yunchao nodded with satisfaction, he believed that everyone understood, Wang Ming in front of him was definitely not the previous kittens and puppies, but one of the real cores of Ye Mansion.

Zhou Yunchao continued to ask, "Tell me what you saw and heard that day." ”

Wang Ming nodded, didn't dare to look at Ye Changsheng's eyes, and said truthfully: "July 28, young master, no, Ye Changsheng summoned the little one to come, he took out a piece of blood crystal from a box, and asked the small one to purchase the same blood crystal, there was a strange mark on the box, and later the little one knew that this mark was from Crouching Tiger Village." ”

Zhou Yunchao continued: "Tell me everything you see with your own eyes. ”

"The small multiple purchases of spars are based on seven. In the small courtyard where Ye Changsheng lived, there was a special secret room, and once, when the small one entered the secret room, he found that there were seven strange rods inserted on the ground of the secret room, and the top of each rod was inlaid with a blood crystal. ”

Wang Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said bitterly, "That secret room is gloomy and small, so I explained my errand and left in a hurry." ”

"What else?"

"Also, when the little one was leaving, he clearly heard Ye Changsheng muttering, as if to say, what kind of heavenly magic technique, why is it so difficult to cultivate!"

"Heavenly Demon Formula"?!

Zi Qianhao couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart, "Heavenly Demon Technique" is a low-level cultivation method of the Demon Gate, let alone cultivation, even if it is touched, it can be charged with cultivating Demon Skills.

Moreover, this Wang Ming, as the deputy butler of the Ye Mansion, has a very powerful accusation, and Ye Changsheng is afraid that it will be difficult to defend this time.

In the center of the hall, Zhou Yunchao flipped his wrist and took out a bloody staff: "Wang Ming, how do the seven rods you see compare to this one?"

Wang Ming stepped forward, looked at it carefully, nodded vigorously, and said, "It's exactly the same!"

Zhou Yunchao smiled proudly, and looked at Ye Changsheng with cold eyes: "Ye Changsheng, you have nothing to say now, the evidence and testimony we have collected, no matter the time, place, person, or what happened, all can be right." With this complete chain of evidence, we don't need 100% evidence at all to make a verdict against you!"

Zhou Yunchao looked at several senior monks, lowered his head and said: "Masters, Ye Changsheng's cultivation of demonic skills, no matter how deep he hides, there will be traces, and the disciple implores him to put heavy pressure on him to make him visible!"

Master Juetong of Cifu Temple was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's okay, pay attention to proportion, don't hurt his life!"

Master Juetong was a little tired, if it weren't for the fact that he was involved, he would have been able to make a ruling a long time ago, and he wouldn't have been arguing for so long.

It's better to let Zhou Yunchao give it a try, it is best to directly destroy Ye Changsheng's will, let him confess his guilt earlier, and everyone can be freed.

The joy in Zhou Yunchao's eyes flashed, he bowed down to receive the order, and strode towards the open space in the hall.

It was only at this time that Ye Changsheng reacted, the so-called "putting heavy pressure" on him was to fight him.

It's okay, if you want to see my magic skills, then it's good enough to watch it.

Ye Changsheng held the sword in one hand, strode to the opposite side of Zhou Yunchao, and looked at Zhou Yunchao with an indifferent expression.

Zhou Yunchao's hands were empty, and he looked at Ye Changsheng easily.

A few days ago, he tried Ye Changsheng's skills, rushing to the realm of the realm, and his attack power reached 20,000 catties.

In a poor and remote place like Lu'an County, Ye Changsheng can be regarded as a rare young master.

And then this little bit of power alone is not enough in his eyes.

Zhou Yunchao has been practicing for eighteen years, and he is already a mid-level master of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The Transformation Spirit Realm is not only one level higher than the Chong Skill Realm, but in fact, the energy level of the energy has also increased.

The reason why the Transforming Spirit Realm is called the Transformation Spiritual Realm lies in the awakening of the cultivator's own attribute energy in the body of the cultivator.

Zhou Yunchao's awakened fire attribute energy will not only bring him a bonus to strength, but also have the additional effect of attribute attacks.

His attack power is more than 50,000 catties!

A few days ago, he was careless and was injured by Ye Changsheng's secret arrow.

But today, before Ye Changsheng accepted the ruling, he had already unloaded the equipment he was wearing, even if he wanted to play tricks, he didn't have that condition.

Whether or not Ye Changsheng's magic skills can be forced out is not important at all, and it will not affect the outcome of the ruling.

But if he can humiliate Ye Changsheng fiercely, and he can behave well in front of several high-ranking monks, killing two birds with one stone, why not?

Zhou Yunchao stood as tall as a mountain, and under the urging of his breath, a violent breath erupted.

The hem of the white clothes danced without the wind, Zhou Yunchao raised his slender hand, stretched out to the side of his shoulder, and grasped the hilt of the big sword in both hands.

"Look at the move!" Zhou Yunchao shouted angrily and suddenly drew his sword.

"Khooth!"

With a piercing sound, the mighty two-handed greatsword rubbed into a spark and slid out of the opening on the side of the scabbard.

"Whew!"

The entire big sword suddenly burned into a raging flame, swirling with red light, and slashed towards Ye Changsheng in the air.

A long chain of fire fell from the sky, the big sword had not yet fallen, and the scorching air flow had already swept through Ye Changsheng's body.

The powerful coercion suddenly attacked, and Ye Changsheng's body protection lotus robe was instantly activated, and the invisible shield instantly blocked the pervasive heat flow.

Ye Changsheng was like a fallen leaf in the wind, fluttering backwards, and then flipping weirdly and sliding to the left.

Everyone watching the battle was amazed, Ye Changsheng's steps were mysterious and mysterious, containing a deep Taoist rhyme.

Everyone even had the illusion that Ye Changsheng was a fallen leaf in the wind, although it was weak, there was no trace.

Sure enough, Zhou Yunchao slashed the air with a sword, and the second sword, which was like a cloud, swept towards Ye Changsheng.

Almost instantly, Ye Changsheng suddenly drew his sword.

Swift Dragon Slash!

Jingle Bell!

The messy sword light flickered, the sparks were impermanent, and the flames spread in the wind, completely enveloping the figures of the two.

In a single breath, Ye Changsheng slashed out thirty-six swords!

In a moment, Zhou Yunchao didn't have time to react, or even be shocked.

In the dense explosion, the big sword didn't know how many times it was bumped.

The two-handed greatsword in his hand quickly slowed down, the energy quickly weakened, and the weight of the sword body quickly increased.

In a moment, his breath changed from steady to chaotic, from chaotic to out of control.

After a breath,

Zhou Yunchao's whole body was relieved, and then a clear pain came from his shoulder.

Like a spinning wheel of light, a blood flower was thrown from his shoulder and flew into the air.

With a thud, an arm holding a great sword fell to the ground.

The sky was full of sparks falling, Ye Changsheng held the sword in one hand, and stood solemnly, as if from the beginning, he was standing there, motionless.

Zhou Yunchao's face turned pale, and he subconsciously touched his blood-spurting shoulder, letting out a belated scream.