"Everyone, it's time to play. The usher, who was standing by the door, spoke, and then pushed the door open. 】

The Xuanjing Hall was seriously damaged, and the craftsmen who came to repair it would take at least two days to go up the mountain, and the high-level of Wudang had to change places for regular meetings, and sat in charge of the bright Xuanjing Palace, and everyone felt particularly awkward in the narrow hall, and Zhang Shenghan was the same, he paced back and forth impatiently, waiting for the Dharma protectors to arrive.

With the last footsteps stopped, the door shut.

"Haven't found Ross yet?" Zhang Shenghan immediately asked.

"No," Qian Buyi, the hall master in charge of finding Rose's traces, bowed his head and said, "He seems to have planned to leave, and he is familiar with the methods of the Trace Hall, so he didn't leave a clue at all." ”

Zhang Shenghan had the urge to angrily reprimand Qian for displeasure, but he suppressed the anger in his heart, even if he yelled, Rose could not appear out of thin air. He stood with his hands in his hands, his sleeves fluttering into view.

This master robe is from the hands of the top craftsmen in Middle-earth, and there is not a single thread in the delicate cuffs, which is natural. But before long, he would not be qualified to wear this dress, unless he found Chen Jian and that bronze urn!

"What about Chen Jian?" he continued.

"We found his traces in the place where Cai Gong died, and followed his steps and breath—"

"Say the result. He said lightly.

"The trail is gone, and someone is cleaning up the aftermath for him. ”

"Who?"

"This ......," Qian Buyi smiled bitterly, "I only know that person is also familiar with the methods of the Trace Hall." ”

This is clearly saying that it was Ross who helped Chen Jian escape tracking.

"Look for it again. Zhang Shenghan's tone was weak, "Time is running out." ”

Qian Buyi frowned slightly. He had been serving the new head for three years, and it was the first time he had seen him look so depressed. What did Chen Jian steal from the Xuanjing Palace that night? Why did the head kill Cai Gong and Tian Yan, about these things, the head kept silent, and the matter was on Ross, who was Zhang Shenghan's closest protector, which made the Wudang high-level extremely sloppy.

Zhang Shenghan had no intention of cultivating his own faction, and now he finally paid the price for his laziness and purity. Trace Hall did not carry out his orders wholeheartedly, whether it was to search for Chen Jian or Rose, it was like Zhang Shenghan's private matter, and Trace Hall did not have the duty to pay for the private affairs of the head of the house. Qian Buyue openly agreed to his request, but behind his back, he allowed the Trace Hall to investigate at will, and his years of search experience told him that even if Chen Jian and Rose were not found, it would not have any negative impact on him and the Trace Hall.

Zhang Shenghan looked at the hall masters with ghosts in their hearts, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

Is this the same for Wudang hundreds of years ago? Reluctantly put together for their own desires, it seems to be harmonious, but they have long been in the same bed and have different dreams? But this is not to blame them, after all, these people do not know the truth, the prosperity of Wudang is based on that conspiracy, it is the peak of the sea of corpses and blood, the real Wudang died out as early as when Bian Li executed the plan, and only evil was left under the green mountains.

Zhang Shenghan suddenly felt an inextricable emptiness, his beating heart was withdrawn in an instant, his torso became stiff and cold, and his brain couldn't control his balance.

The crowd saw him stumble for no apparent reason, stumbling to the side of the armchair, holding his head, unable to shake off the disgusting dizziness.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The others got up one after another, and those who were close stepped forward to support Zhang Shenghan.

"It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Zhang Shenghan sat firmly in a trance, squinting his eyes.

His mind was in a mess, and he asked what he was doing-in order to protect Wudang? A few days ago, he did think so, this is his hometown, his everything, if Chen Jian brings the gramophone urn to the imperial court, the princess faction will get evidence of his collusion with Bian Liangtu, he will be destroyed, and Wudang, who profits from it, will not escape. But what did he do? He brutally killed Wudang's outstanding disciples, killed a unique sword master, and indirectly caused the Xuanjing Hall to collapse.

That's all he did for Wudang.

Guards? This is clearly destruction.

The head was torn in half by the sound of the opposite, and the body fell apart, as if it was a backlash from Gu Dao Fei's heart, and the pulses of the whole body were beating at different frequencies, as if this was a combined torso.

He slammed the table.

"I'm going to Beijing. ”

*

After a few days of rain and rain, people finally looked forward to the clear weather, today happened to be the day of the final battle of the martial arts conference, everyone swept away the haze in their hearts, and celebrated, saying that God had specially arranged a good day.

Childish crying - Dugu Linqi, Yaxiu and Shen Yile were all arranged in the preparation room in the south, walking from the south to the ring and walking north, meaning "winning the championship and entering Beijing", which can be regarded as a good omen.

The three of them sat quietly, not knowing what to say.

Dogfights are a form of competition that has never been done before, although they knew the format as early as a month ago, and they are all prepared, but when they are really going to the ring, they have no real feeling, as if the next is a two-on-two duel. The melee between the three of them must not be fair, which is completely contrary to the morality of the warriors, and they are very entangled in this, not knowing how to do their best in the upcoming competition.

They prayed that time would be too slow.

Dugu Linqi casually observed the two opponents.

One of them is Shen Yile, I didn't hear much about her before I came, but she was actually a pretty powerful girl, because she had fought with Chen Jian before, so Dugu Linqi investigated a little. Miss Shen's best technique is soul burial, and there is a secret move to use the golden needle, if it is one-on-one, he doesn't think she is his opponent, but the problem is that there is another person on the field-

Yaxiu. Disciple of Di Zen Buddhism. Dugu Linqi felt that he was not strong, just because Di Zen Buddhism was located in a remote area, and the exercises were strange and remote, so he repeatedly succeeded through clever moves, but the competition had come to an end, and those carving insect skills were also almost the same, Dugu Linqi was worried that he still had a killer move, otherwise it was not worth being vigilant.

After analyzing, Dugu Linqi felt that the two of them were likely to be the first to deal with him, and he was ready to fight one against two.

But isn't that true of the other two?

Everyone is not sure what kind of strategy the other two opponents will carry out, all the strategies are just conjectures, the form in the ring is ever-changing, even if more plans are hammered out, after all, it is only on paper, and in the end, it will have to rely on impromptu play and reaction.

Thinking of this, even Dugu Linqi, who has always been confident, was uneasy.

Loud cheers of excitement could be heard outside the house.

At first, the audience objected to the form of the scuffle, but after sitting in the spectators, they suddenly became curious about this treacherous contest, and everyone wondered who could stand in the end? This intrigue contest aroused the most evil thoughts in their hearts - only one winner can be produced, and the difference in strength between the three is not large, and there is no possibility of crushing, and everyone is surrounded by the light called "trust" and the darkness of "betrayal".

"Guys, it's time to play. The usher, who was standing by the door, spoke, and then pushed the door open.

The jubilant atmosphere was immediately drowned in, like a rolling wave.