The white-haired old man and the thin old man followed Elder Han and the two of them slowly, neither of them said a word, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

What's even more interesting is that these people don't have any expressions on their faces, and they can't see their state of mind at this time. Except for the girl named Han Aya'er who looked around from time to time, everyone else moved forward silently.

Two quarters of an hour later, they arrived in a magnificent building.

Elder Han suddenly stopped and made a gesture of please towards the building.

The white-haired old man and the thin old man glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and walked in directly.

Elder Han followed closely.

When the four white-haired old men entered the building, they didn't look around, but walked straight away, looking at their familiar appearance, it was obviously not the first time they had come here.

"Elder Xiao, Elder He, what kind of wind blew the two of you here?"

Suddenly, a chuckle rang out in the hall.

The white-haired old man didn't show too much surprise after hearing this prominent voice, but just raised his head and glanced in the direction where the voice came from.

Just a hundred feet away in front of the two, two men and a woman stood there quietly. And that woman is Luo Ziyi's master, Elder Mo. The person who spoke was a middle-aged Confucian beside Elder Mo.

"What wind?" The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said, "Why do you knowingly ask? Why are we here today, will you not know? You put on such a big formation to meet us, don't you have a ghost in your heart? ”

"Elder Xiao is serious." The middle-aged Confucian shook his head with a smile, "The reason why we are here is naturally because we received news that the two elders are coming, and as for why the two are here, I really don't know very well." ”

"Oh?" The white-haired old man showed a sudden look on his face, and said, "In this way, the face of our two old guys seems to be really not small, and so many of you have to come to greet us." ”

The middle-aged Confucian smiled indifferently, pretending not to hear the mockery in the other party's tone, pointed to the side, and said, "The person who is here is a guest, please sit down and talk." ”

The white-haired old man was not polite, and walked straight to the side and sat down.

At this time, Elder Han and the middle-aged Confucian scholars also sat down opposite the white-haired old man.

"Please use tea." The middle-aged Confucian pointed to a few cups of freshly brewed tea beside a few people, and said, "This tea is called spiritual tea, if you drink it for a long time, it will also have some benefits for our cultivation." ”

The white-haired old man didn't seem to be in a hurry, and actually picked up the teacup and drank it.

"I wonder how many of you have made it all the way?" The middle-aged Confucian asked.

The white-haired old man looked at him expressionlessly, silent.

The middle-aged Confucian student's eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile on his face was a little thicker, and he said, "What? Could it be that a few of you encountered something unpleasant on the way? ”

"There are bad things, but they don't happen on the road." The white-haired old man said: "This matter has been suppressed in my heart for many days, I wonder if your Excellency has any remedy?" ”

The corner of the middle-aged Confucian student's eyes jumped, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he said, "I don't know what is difficult for Elder Xiao, if you can help in the future, you must do your best." ”

"Two of my excellent disciples have been killed." The white-haired old man didn't beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Moreover, the person who killed them is still your disciple of Qingyun Peak." I don't think you don't know about this, do you? ”

"What?" The middle-aged Confucian had a surprised look on his face, "Elder Xiao, you can't be mistaken, right?" What does the death of your disciple have to do with my disciple? ”

"Mistaken?" The white-haired old man sneered and said, "Then let me ask you, is there a disciple named Fang Yan in your sect?" ”

"Dialects?" The middle-aged Confucian muttered, then shook his head and said, "Oh, Elder Xiao, I'm really sorry, I have many disciples, and I really don't know if there is such a disciple." ”

A look of anger flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man, but he quickly suppressed it and said, "Since you don't know, why don't you go and inquire?" ”

"Naturally, you have to inquire. However, before that, I want to know, is this disciple named Fang Yan the murderer who killed the two disciples of your sect? ”

"Yes, it's him." The white-haired old man said in a heavy tone, "This is the person who killed two of my disciples in a row a few months ago. ”

"Elder Xiao, let's not talk about whether there is such a disciple under my sect, but it is a little inappropriate for you to put on a big hat so casually." The middle-aged Confucian smiled and said, "I don't know if Elder Xiao or Elder He have any evidence to prove that your disciple was indeed killed by Fang Yan?" ”

"Have my disciples seen enough with their own eyes?" The white-haired old man forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and glanced coldly at the middle-aged Confucian student.

Although he knew that the other party was pretending to be confused with him, he had no way at all. I had to accompany him to say some nonsense that was already clear to both parties.

"Han girl, you can say the events of the day again." At this time, the thin old man suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Master." Han Aya'er, who was standing next to the thin old man, quickly responded when she heard this, and then took a step forward and slowly told what she had seen and heard that day.

Interestingly, the fact that the two of them chased and killed Luo Ziyi completely changed their flavor at this time, and they joined forces to attack a terrifying spirit beast.

"The strength of that spirit beast is too terrifying, even if we attack with Miss Luo at the same time, we are not its opponent. In the end, all three of us were seriously injured by the spirit beast. However, just when the three of us thought that we were going to die at the hands of that spirit beast, a loud noise suddenly sounded in that valley, and then the spirit beast became inexplicably excited and abandoned us. The three of us were lucky enough to get our lives back. ”

Han Aya'er spoke unhurriedly, the expression on her face remained unchanged, obviously, she didn't know how many times she had recited this passage in her heart.

"Just as the three of us were rejoicing that we had been able to survive this catastrophe, an emaciated teenager suddenly appeared in our sight. What shocked us even more was that as soon as he appeared, he attacked us with a thunderous force. Speaking of this, Han Aya'er showed an angry look on her face.

"Because he only has the strength of the middle stage of the Soul Condensing Realm, even though we were seriously injured at the time, we didn't take him seriously. Directly blocked his attack. But what we didn't expect was that he actually had several intermediate-level spiritual weapons on his body, and one of them was an extraordinarily powerful spiritual weapon from my senior sister in the sect. Caught off guard, one of my disciples was killed on the spot by this threatening spiritual weapon. And because the younger generation was not as serious as this junior brother, after desperately wrestling with him for a while, he borrowed an escape charm to escape for his life. Han Aya'er glanced at the middle-aged Confucian scholars and said respectfully: "A few seniors, this is what happened at that time. ”

"Humph!"

Before the woman's voice fell, a cold snort came from the opposite side.

"Elder Mo......" The thin old man turned his head to look at the person who spoke up, squinted his eyes and asked, "Could it be that Elder Mo has any objections to the words of the apprentice?" ”

"Objections?" Elder Mo sneered and said, "Let's not say that what you said is true, but two people with late-stage strength were actually killed by a person with mid-stage strength, and you are actually embarrassed to say it." It seems that your disciples are really worried. ”

Although Elder Mo knew that what Han Aya'er said was all false, she would naturally not be stupid enough to debunk it on the spot, otherwise, if she said it, it would mean that they would already know all this.

"Elder Mo, you don't seem to have understood." The thin old man shook his head seriously and said, "The reason why this young man was able to kill my disciple was for two reasons, first, my disciple was seriously injured. Second, he has the spiritual weapon of my disciple in his hand, and it is an extremely powerful spiritual weapon. ”

"Powerful?" Elder Mo sneered again and said, "Then I really want to know, since this spirit weapon is extraordinary, how can it appear in the hands of this young man?" You don't mean to say that the original owner of this spiritual weapon was killed by this young man, right? ”

"Exactly." The thin old man nodded and said, "The original owner of this spiritual weapon was killed by this young man. ”

"Hahahaha......" Elder Mo suddenly laughed and said, "I want to know what the strength of the original owner of this piece is. ”

The thin old man glanced at her, as if he knew what she wanted to do, but he still replied with an unchanged face: "Late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm." ”

"Late?" Elder Mo looked sarcastic, and said, "A person in the late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, and he also has an extraordinarily powerful mid-level spirit weapon on his body, but in the end he died in the hands of a middle-level strength teenager, don't you think it's a little funny?" ”

"If you knew where the teenager came from, you wouldn't find it funny." The thin old man shook his head, the expression on his face did not change much, and he didn't seem to take Elder Mo's sarcastic words to heart.

"Where did this boy come from?" Just when Elder Mo was about to say something more, Elder Han on the side suddenly interjected, "Elder He, could it be that this young man has some other extraordinary background?" ”

"What the hell is his origin, I think, you should know better than I do." The thin old man showed an angry look on his face and said, "Because, this son is your disciple." ”

"It can't be." Elder Han showed a shocked look on his face and said, "Elder He, this is impossible, none of the disciples we sent to that valley at the beginning were of mid-stage strength." ”

"Really?" Elder He sneered, "I want to know, if you call the disciple of your sect called Fang Yan, we will know." ”