Elder Mo walked out of the cave, the anger on his face gradually disappearing, replaced by an unspeakable bitterness.

Although there was some anger in her heart, it was far from the point of going berserk. In fact, before she came, she had already imagined that this would be the result. And the reason why she showed such an angry look was also to hope that the other party could have a trace of scruples and not make things too desperate.

However, she also knew that Elder Han's mind should not change much. And she can guess a few points of the reason. If she didn't guess wrong, the reason why Elder Han was ready to push out the dialect was because of the original panacea.

Presumably, he was angry because Fang Yan didn't give him the panacea, so he took revenge on him through this matter. After all, the value of that panacea is too high.

"Alas......"

Elder Mo sighed, and his figure rose into the air again, disappearing from the top of this mountain in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, she landed on a strange hill and walked briskly into it. But it didn't take long for her to walk out with a gloomy face and go straight away.

In the next half an hour, Elder Mo visited five or six Supreme Elders one after another, but the meaning of these Supreme Elders was the same as that of Elder Han, and even that set of rhetoric was not very different, which made him wonder if Elder Han was angry.

"Little one, are you really destined for this catastrophe?" Elder Mo flew in mid-air and muttered bitterly.

Now, she can't do anything. In fact, she also knew that what Elder Han said could be said to be unable to find a single flaw. If Lingqing Palace really had evidence that Fang Yan killed those two people, Qingyun Feng probably really didn't dare to protect him. Even if the head of the door is inside the door and the other party really comes up with evidence, I'm afraid he will have to push the dialect out.

Otherwise, they will offend not only Lingqing Palace, I am afraid that Yunxiaomen will also intervene. Presumably, these two factions would not mind taking advantage of this matter to annex Qingyun Peak.

Elder Mo could be sure that the people of Lingqing Palace should not have any conclusive evidence to point out that those two disciples were killed by Fang Yan. After all, she had already heard Luo Ziyi talk about the situation in that valley.

In that almost isolated valley, finding evidence of tongue killings is no less difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack. Although the girl named Han Aya'er had already guessed, it was just a guess. Not to mention that she was just guessing, even if she saw it with her own eyes, as long as Fang Yan didn't admit it, Lingqing Palace couldn't help him.

Of course, this is just that he can't be treated in Qingyun Peak, and no one can guarantee that he is out of Qingyun Peak.

What made Elder Mo a little worried was that even if Fang Yan refused to admit it, if Elder Han made a small move behind his back, Fang Yan might still be unable to escape death.

Elder Mo shook his head helplessly, and he regretted telling these Supreme Elders about Fang Yan's killing of the disciples of the Lingqing Palace. Otherwise, even if they knew that the people from the Lingqing Palace had come to the door, they wouldn't be sure that those two people were really killed by Fang Yan. If they hadn't known in advance, things might not have been so bad.

Elder Mo looked into the distance with a complicated expression and muttered, "Little guy, next, it's up to you to create your own." ”

For some reason, she faintly felt that the dialect was a little fierce and unlucky, but even she didn't know how to feel this way.

"Alas......"

With a long sigh again, Elder Mo's figure suddenly accelerated, turning into a rainbow light and disappearing into mid-air.

……

In the mountains, the discussion of dialects continues.

It's just that at this time, everyone is a little curious. For a few days had passed, and there had not been even a single piece of exciting news coming from the mountains.

What made them even more puzzled was that some people said that they had seen Lei Ming and several people appear in this area, but later, the matter seemed to be gone. Let all the people who are ready to watch the excitement are full of doubts and anxious.

The dialect has entered the mountain range for so many days without a single movement, which is not in line with his temperament. Even if he didn't want to cause trouble again, would Lei Ming and the others just let him go?

All of a sudden, all kinds of rumors began to fly all over the mountain. The most rumored thing is that Fang Yan was afraid of the entanglement of several people in the thunder, and found a place where no one was there to hide. After all, he had done such a thing when he first entered this mountain range, and it was not unusual to do it again.

This most likely rumor soon spread in the mountains, and as the rumor spread more and more often, at last, when the rumor came out of the mouths of others, it was no longer a conjecture, but a sure thing.

A blue-clothed young man with a somewhat pale face walked unhurriedly in the mountains and forests, quietly listening to the rumors in his ears, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer.

"These idiots have a lot of imagination." The blue-clothed young man muttered a little amusedly, "If it wasn't for that bastard not letting me say it, I would have told it about it." If you knew, you'd be so shocked that you would bite your tongue. ”

After speaking, he shook his head a little painfully and said, "Oh, it's really uncomfortable to hold such a fun thing in my heart." I really don't know what this bastard thinks, such a face-saving thing is hidden and not said. ”

The young man in blue looked around, shook his head helplessly, and walked away quickly.

However, how did he know that the dialect was indeed hiding at this time.

On the top of a remote mountain, a thin teenager suddenly appeared.

The boy climbed up the hill, cautiously glanced around, then looked around again, and finally fixed his gaze on a towering tree in the distance, and walked briskly over.

This young man is naturally the dialect after being separated from Zhang Yang.

He had naturally heard of the rumors in the mountains, but he naturally didn't take them to heart. Whether those people sympathized with him or despised him, he didn't care.

I don't know when he stopped caring about what others thought.

After a while, he stopped under the big tree, looked around cautiously, and when he was sure that there was no one around, he jumped and disappeared into the big tree.

Sitting down on a sturdy branch, Fang Yan reached out and took out a spatial ring from his bosom and took out a wooden box.

This wooden box was exactly what he had found in the cave in that valley.

took out a piece of white paper full of words in the wooden box, and put the wooden box into the space ring, and then carefully examined it.