This duel about the ownership of the position of law enforcement elder of the Rakshasa Demon Gate Outer Gate ended with Qin Cang's victory after all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the outer disciples who personally went to the Blood Moon Space to watch the battle were only a part, and there were many people who had not witnessed the demeanor of Qin Cang and Feng Ji during the battle, after being confirmed by some inner disciples and even elders, these outer disciples no longer had the slightest doubt about Qin Cang's strength, and even had some admiration.

Defeating the powerhouse in the middle stage of the Dragon Court Realm with the cultivation of the early stage of the Creation Realm, no matter where it is placed, such a record is extremely dazzling, even compared with the Nine Great Holy Maidens of the Rakshasa Demon Gate, it is not inferior, and even surpasses it in some aspects.

After this battle, no one in the Rakshasa Demon Gate had any clear objections to Qin Cang's appointment as the law enforcement elder of the Outer Gate, but many people began to deliberately approach Qin Cang and take the initiative to explain some of the daily affairs of the Outer Gate to him.

Qin Cang was also quite useful for this, but in a few days, he had already learned about some of the affairs of the Rakshasa Demon Gate, of course, what he really cared about was not how to handle these affairs well, but the high-level person who was hidden in the shadows and had the intention to target him.

It had been a while since Chu Zhongkuo used the Spatial Blockade Technique to secretly assassinate him that night, and Qin Cang had also been secretly keeping an eye on the situation on Uncle Zhong's and An Shizheng's side these days to see if they would make other moves.

And the actions of the two were not unexpected by him, they were all deliberately restrained, they lived in a simple place on weekdays, and rarely dealt with outsiders, even when Qin Cang and Feng Ji duel that day, the two of them were not present, and they only said that they were sick.

For such a reason, Qin Cang naturally laughed and didn't believe it, but Uncle Zhong and An Shizheng couldn't shrink back like this, and there was no new action for a while, which also made him unable to get some new clues from the two of them for a while, but this did not mean that Qin Cang did not find a new breakthrough.

Ever since he won the duel with Feng Ji that day, Qin Cang had discovered another noteworthy target, that was the Rakshasa Demon Sect Inner Gate Elder, Tian Jiao.

Before the duel that day, it was he who had a faint-for-tat confrontation with Liu Sandao, and after the duel ended, it was he who rescued Feng Ji, and it was also him who shook hands with Qin Cang later.

The handshake between the two was very normal, not as turbulent as the shaking hand when Qin Cang and Zi Chengxie met before, but the calm on the surface never meant real peace, and the harmony on the surface never meant real harmony.

Tian Jiao's performance really didn't have any mistakes, and he didn't even use a little more force when shaking hands, and it really looked like he was showing kindness sincerely, without the slightest hostility.

But he ignored the underlying point, because of a person's profound cultivation and deep thoughts, he can cast a layer of camouflage on his facial expressions and body language, but he cannot change his inner temperament and inadvertent breathing.

There are always a lot of things that can be felt by the casual sound.

Even the faint breath of cicadas.

The moment Tian Jiao touched Qin Cang's palm, there was actually a pause in his breathing, but it was not obvious because it was too short for a moment, but for Qin Cang, who had suffered countless assassinations and assassinations over the years, what he was best at was to capture the imperceptible breath and changes at that moment.

The change in breath represents a change in the heart, and only the discrepancy between what is thought in the heart and what is shown on the face will produce this change.

The inadvertent pause, as well as the deliberate cover-up, made Qin Cang feel a lot of things in an instant and understand a lot of things.

Qin Cang didn't need to spend more time thinking about anything, for a general who had been in battle for a long time, at the moment when he decided to harvest the enemy's head, he didn't need to think about anything at all, he just relied on his body's instinctive reaction to make a knife.

In the same way, for Qin Cang, who has been exposed to killing intent all year round, he doesn't need to think too much, after feeling this strange aura, a similar past will automatically appear in his sea of consciousness, and when they coincide with each other, he will also understand that the same killing intent appears on the latter's body.

An elder of the inner gate who has been in a high position in the Rakshasa Demon Gate for a long time obviously has no reason to kill a queen who has just gained some fame for no reason, and the word jealousy alone is too far-fetched, and it obviously has more special meanings.

Although based on this alone, it is not certain that Tian Jiao is related to the mastermind behind the scenes who secretly instructed Uncle Zhong and An Shizheng to send Chu Zhongkuo to assassinate Qin Cang, but for Qin Cang, he will never let go of any suspicion.

Therefore, these days, Qin Cang seems to be alone in the door of the room, doing nothing, in fact, he has already secretly sent people to search for all the news about Tian Jiao.

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It was dark and the door was empty.

A sound of brisk footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and cloth shoes of ordinary material walked along the bluestone-paved path, making a distinct crisp sound.

Then I saw a man in cloth dressed in ordinary clothes pacing towards him, and walked straight to the door of the room that was hidden in front of him.

On weekdays, this is a place where only the elders of the outer gate and above can settle in, and there are no less than ten Rakshasa guards around him, but now, except for the footsteps heard as he walks around and the occasional sound of the wind, there is no sound around, and it seems extremely quiet.

Too much silence will no longer make people feel relaxed and comfortable, but will feel terrible.

However, the man in the cloth knew in his heart that the person sitting in the room at this moment would never have the slightest fear of the quiet atmosphere around him, and would only act extremely indifferent, because this was exactly what he had instructed him.

Outside the door, the footsteps stopped suddenly, and the man in the cloth stood respectfully a foot away from the door, his eyes looking along the gap in the void, not snooping, but asking for the opinion of the person inside.

"Come in. After a while, a voice came from inside the room, somewhat peaceful, but more indifferent.

The man in the cloth looked more respectful, carefully arranged the placket, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he slowly pushed open the door and stepped into it steadily, after he entered, the door was quickly pushed by an invisible force and closed automatically.

The man in cloth did not feel the slightest surprise, but quietly walked towards the man in Tsing Yi who was reading the file with one hand on the case and the other hand flipping through the file.

The age of the two does not seem to be too different, they are both in their twenties, but they are only thirty, but there is a big difference in status.

Gently closing the dossier in his hand, the man in Tsing Yi slowly raised his head, and under his long hair was a face with ordinary facial features but extraordinary temperament.

"How much has been found about Tian Jiao?" the man in Tsing Yi asked, without the slightest hint of urgency, like a questioner silently waiting for an answer.

"It's all here, and I ask the elders to look at it. The man in cloth took out something from his arms, bowed slightly, and handed it to the man in Tsing Yi in front of him very respectfully.

The man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to take it, but it was a blank paper without any words, but he was not annoyed, just smiled indifferently, and suddenly his fingertips surged with spiritual power, rushing into the white paper, and suddenly the paper shook, and rows of dense words sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

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