It was noon, and the sun was shining for nine days.

In front of the majestic hall of Qingxuan Peak, all the disciples of Qingxuan Sect gathered, and the voices were boiling. As the protagonist, the rebellion stayed quietly in the "Hall of Enlightenment", waiting for the official start of the enthronement ceremony.

Unlike the noise and solemnity outside, Feng Yi himself didn't have much thought about serving as the young sect master of Qingxuan Sect. In fact, with his current strength and vision, the identity of a young sect master of a five-grade sect was really not enough to make his mood fluctuate too much. If it weren't for the task of completing the "Road of the Overlord", he would not be willing to accept this identity at all, so as not to have too many fetters and obstacles. Even, he had already made up his mind, and after the task of the "Overlord Path" was completed, he immediately removed the position of the sect master and handed it over to Nie Yin.

The higher the status, the more responsibilities and restrictions, and he prefers freedom, unfettered, unbridled freedom over the so-called status and power.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

At that moment, there was a sharp knock on the door. Feng Wei slowly stood up, and after tidying up his appearance a little, he walked to the door and opened the door.

"Senior Brother Feng......"

As soon as the door opened, he saw Nie Yin with a sad face standing at the door, wanting to speak and stopping.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yi was slightly stunned. He saw that the time had come, thinking that the person who came was an elder who took him to the Qingxuan Hall to accept the edict, but he didn't expect that it was Nie Yin, and the other party's face was obviously not good-looking, as if there was something unspeakable, and immediately, he said directly: "Senior Brother Nie, but you have something to look for me?"

Nie Yin sighed softly: "Senior Brother Feng, you, alas...... You'd better come with me to the Qingxuan Hall first......"

"What's going on?" Feng Yi said with a frown.

"The people from the Cloud Pavilion and the Yin-Yang Sect are here. Nie Yin said in a deep voice. After finishing it, he added with a worried look: "I came to you specially." ”

Hearing this, Feng Yideng's eyes narrowed, as if he had thought of something. Immediately, he nodded without moving: "Then let's go!"

Shaoqing, when Nie Yin came to the front of the Qingxuan Hall with Feng Rebellion, the square in front of the main hall that was full of people not long ago had been empty, leaving only two deacons with serious expressions standing at the door of the main hall. Seeing Nie Yin and Feng Yi coming, he immediately stepped forward to welcome the two into the main hall.

As soon as he entered, Feng Yi found that the atmosphere in the hall was obviously a little wrong, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, and after Nie Yin returned to Zhang Qingyuan, he also saluted everyone one by one. In the main hall, there are basically acquaintances, Zhang Qingyuan, Zhao Wouji, Mo Hanshan, and many outer sect elders and Dharma protectors are all among the high-level leaders of the Qingxuan Sect. It's just that at this time, it was not Zong Zhu Qingyuan who was sitting on the main seat of the main hall, but an old man in a white robe with a tall beard, and on the left and right of the old man in the white robe stood two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin, and next to him were two white-faced old men wearing yin and yang robes.

Obviously, these old and middle-aged people were from the Cloud Pavilion and the Yin-Yang Sect. Moreover, looking at his position, it can be seen that the identities of these people are definitely not ordinary, especially which white-bearded old man is at least an inner sect elder of Yunxiao Pavilion, otherwise, as the head of Zhang Qingyuan's sect, he will not let him sit in the first seat.

"You're a rebel?"

He secretly looked at the arrows in Feng Shun, and the majestic voice of the white-bearded old man sounded.

"Exactly!" Feng Wei looked at him neither humbly nor arrogantly, without the slightest fluctuation between his words.

"Hmph!" the white-bearded old man snorted coldly, his face suddenly became extremely cold, and he shouted: "You are guilty!"

"I don't know!"

Feng Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was still calm.

"I don't know?" The white-bearded old man smiled coldly: "This time, many disciples of my Yunxiao Pavilion in the Izumo Secret Realm have died and are guilty, do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"Oh? do you mean that those Yunxiao Pavilion disciples who fell in the Izumo Secret Realm died at my hands?" Feng Yi glanced at him sarcastically: "Do you think this is possible?"

Hearing Feng Wei's words, the white-bearded old man couldn't help but look pale.

The disciples who fell in the Izumo Secret Realm this time are all the elites of the Yunxiao Pavilion, including Zheng Ziyuan, the chief disciple of this generation, if all these people died at the hands of a disciple of a five-grade sect, I am afraid that no one believes it, but, judging from the calculation results of Zhao Mingyang, the sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect, this matter is very likely to be related to the kid in front of him called Feng Rebellion. As the saying goes, there is a mistake to kill, and you will not let it go. Regardless of whether Zhao Mingyang's calculation is accurate or not, in short, as long as there is a slight possibility, this kid must not let go.

"Is it possible that only you know. The white-bearded old man said coldly.

"Do you have proof?" Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Evidence?" The white-bearded old man glanced noncommittally at the old man in a yin and yang robe: "Sect Master Zhao, you come!"

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyang, the sect leader of the Yin Yang Sect, nodded at the white-bearded old man, and then, his eyes stared at Feng Yi calmly: "According to the old man's calculations, most of the disciples of the Yunxiao Pavilion who fell in the Izumo Secret Realm this time are inseparable from you, and not only that, but Chen Yifeng, the personal disciple under the old man's seat, also died at your hands, isn't it?"

Feng Yi ignored Zhao Mingyang's cruel eyes, just looked at the white-bearded old man with an expressionless face, and said, "Based on the so-called calculation technique, you can conclude that I killed your disciples of Yunxiao Pavilion?"

"Isn't that enough?" the white-bearded old man looked at Feng Yi condescendingly, and his eyes were like a high god looking down on the common people: "In front of the old man, you have no qualifications to question. ”

The corners of Feng Wei's eyes twitched, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Then how are you going?"

"Naturally, I will escort you back to the sect, and the sect master will decide how to deal with it, do you still have an opinion?" the white-bearded old man looked at him coldly.

Feng Yi didn't speak, turned his head to look at Zhang Qingyuan on the other side, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master, don't you have anything to say to the old man?" When he said this, his heart was already cold, the reason why he had been talking to the white-bearded old man for so long was that he hoped that Zhang Qingyuan would take the initiative to interject in, otherwise, with his character, how could he tolerate the repeated oppression of the white-bearded old man? But as his master, Zhang Qingyuan didn't say a word for himself from beginning to end, and didn't have the slightest intention of sheltering himself, is this the so-called master and apprentice?

The smile on Feng Shun's face gradually faded, and he slowly closed his eyes. Seeing his apprentice like this, a look of pain flashed on Zhang Qingyuan's face, it wasn't that he didn't want to help his apprentice speak, in fact, as early as when the white-bearded old man and others were enlightened, he had been helping Feng Rebellion to pass the buck in every possible way, but the result was ......