Wang Dingzhou didn't seem to care about Ye Ziyu's momentum, at this time he turned his head to look at Xiao Ning by the river below, and saw a faint layer of black gas surrounding his white clothes, presumably this was the demon clan.

He rolled his eyes, looked at Ye Ziyu and said, "Leave this monster behind, and you can leave Liang Kingdom safely." ”

Ye Ziyu didn't answer, just silently accumulated true qi, and constantly instilled Haoran righteousness into the Fengxing Sword.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and he stretched out his hand to catch a jade plate, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the communication jade card that Wang Dingzhou held in his hand.

Ye Ziyu looked at Wang Dingzhou opposite in puzzlement, the old man in red laughed, and then his figure flashed, and he left the woods directly.

Ye Ziyu held the jade plate tightly in his hand, his spiritual sense was keen, and he could sense that the old man's breath had indeed disappeared, and he had really left this place.

Hundreds of miles away, in a small town hotel, Wang Zixuan was sitting at the table with his eyes closed and pondering, getting up from time to time to look into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.

After another half an hour, there was a sudden soft sound from the window of the room, Wang Zixuan hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw that there was already an old man in red sitting opposite him at this time, it was Wang Dingzhou who had just fought with Ye Ziyu.

Wang Zixuan was just about to get up and salute, but Wang Dingzhou waved his hand lightly and said, "Sit down, that person and the demon clan, I have already seen it." ”

Wang Zixuan's expression was solemn, an anxious look flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice, "How is it?" ”

Wang Dingzhou did not answer immediately, but slowly poured a cup of tea from the teapot for himself.

After taking a sip, he said lightly: "It is indeed Haoran and righteous, and it is the same as the one I saw in the past." ”

After a pause, Wang Dingzhou said with some uncertainty: "It seems that it is more pure and vast, but that kid's cultivation is not enough, and he can't give full play to his strength." ”

Wang Zixuan couldn't help but gasp, he was silent for a long time, and then asked, "What about the demon clan beside him?" ”

Wang Dingzhou recalled the image of Xiao Ning, and the faint demonic aura on the white clothes, and then replied: "I have already transformed, but my cultivation does not seem to have survived a catastrophe, and it is still at the level of monsters." ”

Wang Zixuan's mood became heavier and heavier, he knew that this matter must be reported immediately, it was a matter of Confucian reputation, and he must not be neglected.

When he got up and said, "Grandpa, I will immediately write to inform that person of this matter, before that, I have to work hard for Grandpa to protect them, and before the arrival of the people of that faction, they must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Qingyun faction and the imperial court." ”

After Wang Dingzhou pondered for a moment, he smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's not so easy, that kid is physically strong and has extremely strong combat effectiveness, just now I made a few moves with him, but I couldn't get the upper hand." ”

"There is also this matter, I don't think it's as simple as it seems on the surface, although the woman is a demon clan, I didn't smell blood on her, there are only two possibilities for such a situation, one is that her cultivation is extremely high, and I can't see through it with my strength, and the other is that she hasn't killed anyone at all."

Wang Zixuan's face became more and more solemn after hearing this, Ye Ziyu's strength was so strong, even his grandfather, whose strength had reached the Five Realms martial arts, could not have the upper hand in his hands, didn't it mean that his strength was enough to compete with the foundation building monks.

"He's already done with the foundation building?"

Wang Dingzhou shook his head and said: "It's still in the Qi refining period, but the true qi is strong, plus Haoran's righteous qi is vast and strong, and his combat effectiveness is extremely strong." ”

After saying that, even he felt very unbelievable, a monk in the Qi refining period could actually compete with him, a martial artist of the Fusion God Realm, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Wang Zixuan's eyes froze, Ye Ziyu turned out to be only a cultivator in the Qi refining period, such a character can be called a demon, and he has a heroic and righteous spirit, if he is a Confucian protégé, I am afraid that he is also the most outstanding type, this situation makes him feel even more tricky.

Wang Dingzhou saw his worries, and said after a deep sigh: "Tu Village and killing people is just a one-sided statement of the imperial court and the Qingyun faction, and we still have to verify the truth of the matter in person, did we send someone to that cloud village?" ”

"I've already sent people, but after all, they are just ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and the teleportation array is in the hands of the imperial court, I'm afraid they won't be able to come back for a year and a half."

Wang Dingzhou shook his head and said: "Such a big event can't be delayed, and when they come back, the dust has already settled, so I'll go and run it myself." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Wang Zixuan to speak, the person had already disappeared.

Half a month later, on the Qingfeng on the outskirts of the capital of Liang Kingdom, in the ancestral hall of the Qingyun faction, there were three figures sitting quietly at this time, it was Yang Qinghua, the young sect master from the Qingyun Sect, as well as Yang Xingyun, the head of the Qingyun faction, and the maidservant named Caiyun.

The faces of the three of them were all slightly pale, especially Yang Xingyun, who was the strongest in cultivation, there seemed to be a faint ink mark on his face like black qi entangled, constantly colliding with his true qi and consuming, but he could never completely eliminate it.

So even though it has been a few months since that big battle, his injuries have not recovered, and Yang Qinghua and Caiyun's situation is similar to him, but the injuries they have received are much lighter.

Caiyun is just a monk in the Qi refining period, so naturally he has not been extra "cared for", and Yang Qinghua is the young sect master of the Qingyun Sect, and there are countless magic weapons on his body, and with these spiritual weapons, the injury is not too serious.

The aura in the Qingfeng Patriarch Hall is quite strong, but in the past, the peaks were surrounded by white clouds, just like a fairyland on earth.

Now the white clouds have fallen on top of everyone's heads, and they will no longer be in their former glory, of course, not because the sky has become higher, but because their green peaks have been cut off with a sword.

Yang Qinghua, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly opened his eyes, and Yang Xingyun had already noticed the movement, but after sensing the identity of the visitor, he didn't pay much attention to it.

A figure appeared at the door of the Patriarch Hall, and the person who came knelt down at the door from a distance, and respectfully said: "The inner door is dedicated to Zhang Lianhao, and I will meet the young sect master, the master." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Caiyun from the corner of his eye, and added: "There is also Caiyun girl." ”

Yang Qinghua smiled slightly, raised his hand and said, "Come in, Zhang Xian, what is the important thing to report this time?" ”

He admired this original Black Wind City Lord a lot, because this person was good at drilling camps, quite capable of doing things, and even had the strength of the eighth layer of qi refining, although he was not a master, but he was just right to act as Yang Qinghua's servant.

Previously, Zhang Lianhao reported some details about Ye Ziyu to him, and confirmed that this person did have Haoran righteousness, but his cultivation was only at the fifth level of qi refining, so he was not worried at all.

The reason why there was such a big battle was that Yang Qinghua was worried that this person's cultivation was strong, or that there was a protector behind him, even if he couldn't move him at that time, he could use the matter of Cloud Mist Village to disgust him.

Now it seems that it is simply to kill chickens and use cattle slaughtering knives, and now the only way to catch them and then remove Confucianism from this matter, Yang Qinghua is not stupid, Confucianism is a force of this level, it is not something he can splash dirty water casually.

If he was found out afterwards that it was his hands and feet and stabbed him in the academy, even his son Yang Mingxuan would not be able to protect him.

Zhang Lianhao walked lightly into the Patriarch Hall, bowed down and said to Yang Qinghua: "Young Sect Master, the Wu Jun who was arrested by the royal family has been arrested the day before yesterday, and now he is closed in the door, and his subordinates have come to ask for instructions on how to deal with this person." ”

Yang Qinghua groaned slightly, and then said: "Hold it first, and when you find the person on the wanted notice, you will hand this person over to the royal family." ”

Zhang Lianhao nodded yes, and was just about to turn around and go down to explain the matter, when suddenly Yang Qinghua and Yang Xingyun's faces changed, and the two of them flashed, and suddenly appeared on the top of the Qingfeng Cliff, and their eyes converged in the capital.

A faint aura fluctuation spread out from that direction, like a ripple, affecting the hearts of the top figures of the entire Liang Kingdom.

In the capital Zhenwei dart game, He Yue's face was full of joy at this time, mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Early this morning, the men who were distributed in the capital to watch the wind came to report to him, saying that they had found a man in a green shirt suspected of being on the portrait at the north gate, with a similar expression and appearance, and a long sword on his back.

It is basically certain that this is the person that the imperial court and the Qingyun faction are looking for.

After He Yue received the news, he first asked his subordinates not to startle the snake, and followed from a distance, and then he himself followed, and after taking out the original map for comparison, he determined the target again.

This is a young man in a green shirt, with a tough face and sharp edges, but he seems to be a little stumbling between his steps, as if his legs and feet are not falling.

But even so, He Yue didn't dare to make a move, after all, this was a fierce man who colluded with the demon clan, and he must be a qi refiner.

Following this person all the way, he actually walked directly onto a high mountain in the northern suburbs of the capital, and He Yue didn't dare to follow him up the mountain again, for fear of being detected by this person.

He took out the jade plaque in his arms, looked at the top of the mountain, gritted his teeth, and urged his internal strength to crush the jade plaque in an instant.

The northern suburbs are a hundred miles away from Qingfeng, where the Qingyun Sect is located, and this distance can be reached by only a cup of tea for the two of them, but Yang Qinghua hesitated at this time.

In case he really had something to do with Confucianism, it might not be a good thing for him to get involved, so after thinking about it again, he decided to go there himself to avoid any accidents.

After all, the royal family has an ambiguous attitude towards this matter, and although they helped issue a wanted warrant, none of the really important figures showed up.

If this person is allowed to mix out of Liang Guo, there will definitely be endless troubles in the future, Yang Qinghua gave Yang Xingyun beside him a look, and the two of them immediately controlled the spirit weapon to rise into the air, turning into two streamers and heading straight to the northern suburbs.

Yang Qinghua's eyes flashed with a look of cat and mouse, a mere fifth-layer qi refining ant, if it weren't for the extremely special Haoran righteousness, even with just one look, he could burst into a cloud of blood mist.

The difference between building a foundation and refining qi, clouds and mud, no, it is a huge gap between immortals and mortals, no matter how peerless he is, he can't cross this gap.

Since he dared to sabotage the Qingyun Sect's plan, even if he really had a heroic and righteous spirit, Yang Qinghua didn't mind letting a future genius die young, even if it involved Confucianism.

A genius who didn't grow up died on the outskirts of the capital of a small country, it was really a wonderful story, thinking of this, Yang Qinghua's handsome face hooked up a mocking smile.

It was as if he had crushed Ye Ziyu into slag at this time, and was immersed in the pleasure of killing genius.

There was a loud bang, and on the ground below, a brilliant sword suddenly rose, as brilliant as a round of scorching sun.

There seemed to be an illusion in the eyes of the two, as if there were two suns in the sky, before the sword gang arrived, the wind around it rushed to the face, the sharp sword qi cut through the air, and the bodies of the two people who were stabbed were faintly painful.

The smile on Yang Qinghua's handsome face suddenly dissipated, and a sword aura pierced his cheek, and a wisp of red blood flowed down his cheek.

His eyes flashed with horror and panic, but more with hysterical rage.