The old man in plain clothes scolded and took the little girl away, and the onlookers naturally dispersed, but many people were staring at the back of the old man leaving, not knowing what to think.

When everyone dispersed, Xu Yi was naturally ready to continue walking forward to find what she needed, but as soon as she took two steps, a little boy suddenly rushed out of the corner and hugged the woman's feet.

"Please, save her, she really didn't steal anything, it was the thing that ran into my sister's body on its own."

"He wanted to kill his sister."

The woman glanced at the little boy, then her face turned cold, "Get out of here." ”

"Save My Sister......"

The woman ignored her, and walked away, and no matter how much the boy pleaded, she remained unmoved, and continued to walk into the deep alley.

When you walk to the end of the alley, your vision suddenly opens up.

It is a large square with many shops on all sides, and there are many people.

The woman's feet were not slow, she shuttled through the crowd, entered a shop, and the little maid who watched the store immediately greeted her, "What weapons do guests need to choose, we have all kinds of weapons here, and you are satisfied." ”

The woman was silent, wandering around the shop, and finally picked out an ordinary sword.

"The guest is really a good eye, this sword is called Patrol Light, it is a low-grade spiritual weapon, the sword body is as light as cicada wings, sharpening iron is like mud, it is a good weapon for sword defense." The little guy was full of flattery and kept patting his ass.

The woman put down the long sword in her hand and changed it, and the little guy hurriedly said: "The guest is really a god, and he fell in love with the treasure of the small shop at a glance......

Listening to the little maid's chatter, the woman seemed to be a little irritable, and glanced at him coldly, and the little maid immediately closed her mouth and did not dare to speak again.

After a while, the woman chose a long sword at random, paid three lower grade spirit stones, and left the shop.

But as soon as she left the shop, she suddenly saw five Xuantian Sect disciples in the distance, interrogating the pedestrians in the square.

The middle-aged man led by Mo was about forty years old, with a Chinese face, inverted sword eyebrows, a tall figure, and a gray robe.

The woman put away her sword and blended silently into the crowd.

At this moment, a little boy suddenly ran out of the deep alley, ran towards one of the Xuantian Sect disciples, and kept saying, "Sister was captured by the bad guys, save my sister." ”

When the Xuantian Sect disciple saw the other party rushing forward, he hurriedly scolded: "Where is the little thief, Xuantian Sect is doing something, don't get out of the way quickly!" ”

The little boy didn't care about it, and still shouted: "The immortal saves his sister, he wants to kill his sister." ”

Seeing that the little boy was still entangled, the Xuantian Sect disciple was slightly angry, slapped the little boy with a slap, and scolded angrily: "Get out!" ”

Seeing that the palm with blue light was about to hit the little boy, the middle-aged man led by him hurriedly stopped, "Xuanyang, what are you doing!" Stop it! ”

But it was too late.

Bang!

The palm was like the wind, slapping on the little boy's body, the little boy's body made a sound of broken bones, and then screamed, the thin body was like a broken kite with a broken line, falling on the bluestone slab in the distance, splashing a pool of blood, and I didn't know whether it was dead or alive for a while.

Seeing this, the surrounding monks stepped aside.

"Xuanyang!" The middle-aged man's eyes were as cold as a sword, he glared at the Xuantian Sect disciple, and immediately ran to pick up the little boy, tried his breath, and took out a pill from his arms and fed him it.

After the little boy's face improved slightly, he turned his head and said viciously to the Xuantian Sect disciple: "The sect has an order, you must not hurt the innocent when tracking down the real culprit, you dare to disobey the sect's order!" ”

"I, I," the Xuantian Sect disciple named Xuanyang had a slightly ugly face, knowing that he had caused a big disaster, but he still pulled his neck and retorted: "It's obvious that this little thief wants to sneak attack me, I'm just protecting myself." ”

When the monks who were watching the play heard this, some people immediately laughed, "I didn't expect that Xuantian Sect also has this kind of person, and it is really ridiculous to hurt people and try to blame them." ”

"You slander!" The disciple named Xuanyang retorted head-on.

"Poof, I slander?" The person who said it earlier sneered and mocked: "Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the child is an ordinary person, he just asks for you, but you, as a disciple of Xuantian Sect, almost beat him to death indiscriminately, I am also innocent?" ”

"yes, don't dare to do it."

"The disciples of the Xuantian Sect will also bully the weak and plant the means of blame."

There was laughter all around, and they all opened their mouths to accuse the Xuantian Sect disciples in front of them.

"Shameless!"

"Vainly a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

The disciple named Xuanyang heard the insults around him, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the monks around him, showing signs of losing control.

"You, you ......"

"Enough!" The middle-aged man led by him shouted angrily, causing the disciple named Xuanyang to wake up instantly, "Xuanyang, if you are like this again, don't blame me for overstepping your responsibilities and expelling you from the sect on the spot." ”

"Senior Brother Chen, I ......"

"Why don't you hurry back and get the penalty, isn't it shameful enough?"

“…… Be. The disciple named Xuanyang had a gloomy face, clenched his fists tightly, and was very unwilling.

"Hehe, since ancient times, there has been a difference between immortals and mortals, those who maliciously hurt innocent people should be punished for serious crimes, and I don't know how you should be punished after returning to the sect." A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, the temperature in the entire square plummeted, and an invisible coercion fell on everyone, making everyone feel horrified, and they hurriedly resisted.

The middle-aged man was also taken aback, he looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Deacon Chen Sheng of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Lower Xuantian Sect, I don't know who Your Excellency is. ”

"You don't deserve to know who the poor Dao is, I only ask you, this person hurts mortals, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Chen Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said lightly: "This is a private matter of Xuantian Sect, and Senior Brother Xuanyang has no intention of hurting people, as for the punishment, the sect has its own rules, I'm afraid you don't have to bother Your Excellency." ”

"Really?" The deep voice sneered: "It turns out that the Xuantian Sect will also shield people, it is really vain to be an immortal sect." ”

After saying that, the voice sighed softly: "Even so, Poor Dao has to take care of this matter today." ”

As soon as the words fell, a burst of white light suddenly appeared under the feet of the disciple named Xuanyang, enveloping it in an instant. The next moment, the skin around him cracked inch by inch, and the blood that flowed out was instantly evaporated and turned into mist.

The face of the disciple named Xuanyang finally changed, and he wanted to scream, but he found that his throat had been pierced at some point, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Soul Destroying Array!"

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he wanted to rescue his junior brother, but he found that he couldn't move at all.

"Array!"