"Dialects?" At this time, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly showed a surprised look and said, "You mean, that young man is the disciple named Fang Yan under my sect?" ”

"Who is he if he is not?" The thin old man sneered, glanced at the middle-aged Confucian student, and mocked: "This son has made such a big movement under your door, not only do you not know it, but you also don't know about this person, you elder should really be worry-free." ”

"Ahem......" The middle-aged Confucian coughed dryly and said, "I just came out of retreat, and it doesn't seem strange that I don't know anything about what's going on inside the door, right?" ”

After speaking, he turned his head to Elder Han on the side and asked, "Elder Han, is there really this person named Fang Yan disciple in our sect?" ”

Elder Han nodded and said, "We do have such a disciple under our sect, but I don't know if the deaths of those two disciples in Lingqing Palace are related to him. After all, it was too difficult for a person who was only in mid-stage strength to kill a person in late-stage strength. ”

On the side, Elder Mo watched Elder Han and the middle-aged Confucian student singing and harmonizing with a blank face, but the expression on his face became colder and colder. I don't know if I noticed a hint of something strange from the conversation between the two.

"Is it difficult?" The thin old man looked sarcastic and said, "Elder Han, I want to ask, Fang Yan has seriously injured hundreds of people of the same rank in your sect, can there be such a thing?" ”

Elder Han replied coldly, "Elder He, this matter is a matter within my sect, don't you think it's a little inappropriate for you to ask about these things?" ”

"If you can seriously injure a disciple of the same rank in one face, and you can also destroy the opponent's spiritual weapon, how can this son's combat power be underestimated?" The thin old man turned his head to look at Elder Mo and said, "What's more, this son also has the anti-heaven elixir of the Ten Thousand Spirits on his body, and it doesn't seem too strange to be killed by him when he is caught off guard." Elder Mo, this son has a panacea on his body, you should know very well, right? ”

Listening to the tone of the thin old man, he obviously already knew that Fang Yan had given Elder Mo a panacea. It seems that they really put a lot of effort into inquiring about the identity of the dialect.

"Your Lingqing Palace is really shameless." Elder Mo snorted coldly and said, "I don't think you guys also want to fight this elixir, right?" ”

"Elder Mo...... the thin old man's tone suddenly cooled, "Please pay attention to your words, we are here today just to seek justice for my two disciples." ”

"Justice?" Elder Mo turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged Confucian and Elder Han on the side, and said, "Just based on the words of your disciples, you dare to come to my door to ask for someone, do you still take my Qingyunfeng in your eyes?" If one of my disciples is missing, can I also impose the charges on your disciples? ”

With a single sentence, Elder Mo raised the problem to the face of the sect. She believed that Elder Han would not dare to have the slightest ambiguity on this issue.

Sure enough, after Elder Mo finished saying this, Elder Han's face became slightly unnatural. However, the middle-aged Confucian student's face did not change much.

"Isn't it enough that my disciples have seen it with their own eyes?"

"See it with your own eyes?" Elder Mo turned his head and glanced at Han Aya'er and asked, "Let me ask you, you said that Luo Ziyi was also present at that time?" ”

"Back to my predecessors, Miss Luo was indeed there at the time." Han Aya'er's heart tightened, and she hurriedly replied.

At this moment, what appeared in front of her were some old monsters with unpredictable strength, and Rao was that she had her own master by her side, and it was inevitable that she would be a little nervous in her heart. What's more, what she said before was simply a fabrication.

In fact, several people here know what the situation was at the moment, but everyone knows it.

Lingqing Palace didn't say anything, because she didn't want the other party to catch Han Aya'er and want to take Luo Ziyi, although Luo Ziyi finally saved her life, but no matter what, she did almost die in the hands of Han Aya'er.

And if Lingqing Palace didn't mention it, Qingyun Peak would naturally not be stupid enough to reveal this matter by himself. After all, Luo Ziyi was saved by dialects at that time, and if he really wanted to say it, it was really unknown whether the dialect could cover it up.

And Lingqing Palace didn't tell the truth, but chose to make up a set of statements by himself, and the other intention was to force Qingyunfeng to tell the truth in person. As long as they expose Han Aya's words and tell the truth, it is equivalent to confirming the crime of dialects.

Although it was a little troublesome for Han Aya'er to kill Luo Ziyi after it was exposed, Luo Ziyi was still alive after all, and it was not difficult to settle this matter.

It's just that, how could Qingyun Peak get into the Lingqing Palace? Although everyone knows that Han Aya'er's previous set of statements is true, they have no intention of debunking. They would rather entangle with them slowly than put themselves on a rope.

Of course, as for what Elder Han was thinking, no one knew at this moment.

"Since Luo Ziyi is here, why haven't I ever heard her talk about it?" Elder Mo's tone was like frost, and he said, "Not only did I not hear her talk about it, but I heard her say that in that valley, she almost died at the hands of someone. Do you know about this? ”

"What Miss Luo said should have happened before she met me, so the juniors didn't know about it." Han Aya'er's heart jumped, and she hurriedly replied: "Because Miss Luo happened to be in a coma when the dialect appeared, she didn't see it. And after I escaped, Miss Luo didn't wake up, and the younger generations don't know. ”

Elder Mo laughed and said, "You guys really took great pains. It's just that this is just your family's words, and there is no basis for your words, so you come to ask for someone, isn't it a bit too far-fetched? ”

"Far-fetched?" The white-haired old man sneered and said, "If what you see with your own eyes is still far-fetched, then you have to ask Elder Mo to tell me, how can it be considered far-fetched?" ”

"Since you kill people in tongues, you have to give a convincing reason." Elder Mo replied unhurriedly.

"Nothing to say?" The white-haired old man glanced at her and said, "So, since you said so, then I would like to ask Elder Mo to explain why the spiritual weapon that was originally in the hands of my disciple came to Fang Yan?" ”

"This is also your family's word." Elder Mo said: "None of us have seen anything on Fang Yan's body, how do we know if he really has the spiritual weapon of your disciple on him?" ”

"Elder Mo ......" At this time, Elder Han suddenly interjected on the side: "Since the elders of the Lingqing Palace believe that the death of their disciples is related to the dialect, why don't we call the dialect to confront him on the spot?" ”

Elder Mo's eyes froze, and a palpitating cold light flashed out of his eyes.