Jiang Pingchuan saw that the people in front of him did not let go of himself at all, and suddenly his face changed, and the aura around him instantly condensed, and in an instant, Jiang Pingchuan killed the cultivator who had been squeezing him just now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the cultivator's expression was tight, he didn't have time to guard against Jiang Pingchuan and appeared in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan's actions caused many cultivators to quickly take out the weapons in their hands and face Jiang Pingchuan.

The cultivator was shocked and Jiang Pingchuan's fist stopped steadily next to his cheek, and the aura wrapped in the fist was in the cultivator's sense, as long as Jiang Pingchuan punched his head, he would die on the spot.

Everyone looked at Jiang Pingchuan's current posture and was all ready, as long as Jiang Pingchuan blasted his fist at the cultivator in front of him, the surrounding cultivators would definitely shoot at Jiang Pingchuan without hesitation.

"You...... You...... What do you want to do?"

The Taoist widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Pingchuan in front of him and said, at this moment, he could feel the real murderous aura from Jiang Pingchuan's body.

"Before his death, the family teacher said that he would not use killers against the enemies who came to seek revenge, so everyone, no matter how you attack me, I will not kill you, which can be regarded as atonement for my master."

As soon as Jiang Pingchuan's words fell, he withdrew his fist and turned around and walked towards Xia Qingtian and the others, Jiang Pingchuan had just turned around, and the cultivator behind him suddenly had a hideous face and threw a punch at Jiang Pingchuan.

It's just that this punch of his was stopped by someone, and the person who stopped him was not just one person, but several of the many cultivators present.

These people glanced at each other and smiled slightly, the cultivator swallowed his saliva and slowly withdrew his hand, Jiang Pingchuan turned to look at the few people who had just made a move to stop them, these people walked in front of Jiang Pingchuan and arched their hands at Jiang Pingchuan.

"Jiang Shaoxia worshiped under Mo Xingyun's gate, and it is already admirable to be willing to bear his blood debt after Mo Xingyun's death, and now that I know Mo Xingyun's advice to Jiang Shaoxia before his death, I feel that we should not embarrass Jiang Shaoxia here and now."

A middle-aged cultivator looked at Jiang Pingchuan and said in a gentle voice, and the few people standing beside him also echoed, Jiang Pingchuan arched his hand to the few people in front of him.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Jiang Pingchuan arched his hand and said, after finishing speaking, the cultivators present thought about it left and right, sighed, and withdrew their weapons, now is really not a suitable time to make a move on Jiang Pingchuan.

"The blood debt left by Mo Xingyun belongs to the previous generation, we don't care about this generation, but after leaving the immortal mound, if the sect is embarrassed by Jiang Shaoxia, we will not hesitate because Jiang Shaoxia killed the evil demons in the immortal mound, and we will try our best to hunt down Jiang Shaoxia at that time."

The cultivator's tone was very solemn, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the people in front of him and nodded, as long as he didn't shoot at him here and now, Jiang Pingchuan would have another chance to persuade those enemies of Mo Xingyun after leaving the immortal mound.

"If you get out of the immortal mound, you can all throw away all the things that Pingchuan did in the immortal mound, and you can follow your own division to shoot at Pingchuan"

After Jiang Pingchuan finished speaking, he arched his hand to the people in front of him again, and then walked in front of Xia Qingtian, Xia Qingtian looked at Jiang Pingchuan in front of him with a smile, Jiang Pingchuan was stunned and stretched out his hand to hold Xia Qingtian's hand.

At the moment when the palms of the two touched, Jiang Pingchuan's face changed, Xia Qingtian lowered his head with a smile and a red face, and Jiang Pingchuan instantly rushed into his mind with a long-lost sense of familiarity when he came into contact with Xia Qingtian.

Jiang Pingchuan squeezed Xia Qingtian's hand, and then pulled Xia Qingtian towards the Immortal Mound Temple, Jin Mosang stood beside Jin Ying and looked at the backs of Jiang Pingchuan and Xia Qingtian and sighed.

Now he can also see that Jiang Pingchuan does not have Jin Ying in his heart at all, Mo Lang picked up his long knife and withdrew it into the scabbard, but he just stood in place and watched Jiang Pingchuan lead Xia Qingtian away, the look in his eyes was very complicated.

"Sometimes fate is such a thing, I can't say, I can't figure it out, take care of it"

Tang Yansu walked to Mo Lang's side, stretched out his hand and patted Mo Lang's shoulder, and said softly, while Xia Yuhe looked at Mo Lang and didn't speak.

She didn't know why her sister's relationship with Jiang Pingchuan suddenly became something she couldn't understand in front of her.

It's just that she can feel a deep sense of loneliness from Mo Lang's body, and Mo Lang glanced at Tang Yansu with a slight smile.

"Isn't it the highest realm to see through the red dust"

Mo Lang said softly, as soon as the words fell, Tang Yansu smiled and waved at Mo Lang, and then pulled Xia Yuhe beside him to keep up with Jiang Pingchuan's pace.

Mo Lang didn't understand why Tang Yansu was smiling, but he always felt that Tang Yansu's smile didn't seem to mean that he agreed with his point of view.

"Can you ask a question?"

Liu Wentian walked in front of Mo Lang, looked at Mo Lang seriously with his eyes, and said, Mo Lang glanced at Liu Wentian and then at Song Hui and nodded.

"There is the same black eagle mark on your hand as Mei Changxiao's hand, I want to ask if you are all from the goshawk faction."

Liu Wentian twisted his brows and looked at Mo Lang and said, after Mo Lang heard Liu Wentian's words, he subconsciously reached out and pulled his sleeve to try to better cover his wrist.

It's just that after doing this action, Mo Lang smiled slightly, he was laughing at himself for being too stupid, since Liu Wentian could ask such a thing, he naturally guessed something.

"That's right, but our position is different, he is a traitor to the division"

After Mo Lang finished speaking, he walked in the direction of the Xianzun Temple with his long knife, Liu Wentian twisted his brows and looked at Mo Lang's back and smiled slightly.

"If my guess is right, you're a traitor too"

Liu Wentian looked at Mo Lang's back and said softly, Mo Lang paused, and pulled out his long knife with a bang, and the aura around him became very cold.

"I'm not a traitor"

Mo Lang replied in a deep voice with his back to Liu Wentian, and after speaking, he waved the long knife in his hand and left a deep mark on the tree beside him, and then withdrew his long knife and left quickly, Liu Wentian glanced at the traces on the tree and smiled dumbly.

"What a strange person"

Liu Wentian muttered to himself, and Song Hui glanced at Liu Wentian, and his eyes turned as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's go, it's not something we can be involved in here"

Song Hui grabbed Liu Wentian's arm and said softly, Liu Wentian looked at Song Hui helplessly and nodded, it is indeed as Song Hui said, even if he discovers the secret of Mei Changxiao and Mo Lang, he has no ability to interfere, at least not now.

After everyone left one after another, Jin Mosang stretched out his hand to pull Jin Ying who was in a daze beside him, and at the moment when Jin Mosang reached out and grabbed Jin Ying, his face suddenly became very weird.

Suspiciously, he glanced at Jin Ying beside him, and when he saw that Jin Ying was still blind, Jin Mosang sighed in his heart.

At that moment just now, he could clearly feel that Jin Ying wanted to break free of his hand, but why did he stop resisting, the reason for this was that Jin Mosang glanced at Jiang Pingchuan and Xia Qingtian, who had disappeared, and could also think of it. (To be continued.) )