"What Elder Han said is extremely ......" Before Elder Mo could say something, the white-haired old man preemptively said, "It's much better to call the dialect to confront you on the spot than for us to have our own words here." ”

"Elder Han, you really can't wait." Elder Mo had a gloomy face and said something profound to Elder Han.

"Elder Mo, I really can't wait to return the dialect to a clear name." Elder Han's expression remained unchanged and said, "If Fang Yan really has nothing to do with this matter, I believe that no one can wronged him." ”

"Really?" Elder Mo sneered and turned his head to look at the thin old man and the white-haired old man opposite, "I want to know, if Fang Yan doesn't admit this matter, will this matter be over?" ”

"Elder Mo, this is a bad word. This matter is no longer something that can be concluded if he admits it or not. The facts are in front of him, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, it won't help. The white-haired old man shook his head, did not jump into the trap dug by Elder Mo, and said, "I think, he must not have the courage to admit it." ”

"The facts?" Elder Mo's face sank and he said, "Elder Xiao, please also pay attention to your words. ”

"Whether this is true or not, I think, several of you should know it." The white-haired old man glanced at a few people expressionlessly, and said, "We don't have to say these meaningless and time-wasting tongues here, dialects, we must take them away today." ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head to Elder Han again and said, "Elder Han, should you give that letter to a few elders?" ”

"Huh?" Elder Han was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to remember that there was another letter, and hurriedly took it out of his body and handed it to the middle-aged Confucian student on the side.

The middle-aged Confucian frowned, took it and looked at it. Then, the brow furrowed even deeper. Without saying a word, he handed it to Elder Mo beside him.

Elder Mo glanced at him, and also reached out to take it, and after looking at it for a while, a cold color appeared in her eyes, and the more she looked down, the more cold her face became.

There is not much in the letter, not even a kind word. And what is said above is nothing more than some words of warning and threats, so that Qingyunfeng should not forget the agreement between these three forces, and the murderer must be handed over.

With Elder Mo's qualifications, he could naturally see who the handwriting on this letter came from.

"What do you think?" Suddenly, a small mosquito-like voice sounded in Elder Mo's ears, although the voice was small, it was extremely clear.

She turned her head to look at the middle-aged Confucian student, her lips opened slightly, and she also passed the sound.

"You should have known my position for a long time, so why bother asking me?"

"Anyway, those two were indeed killed by tongues, do you think we can prevaricate if we don't admit it?"

"So, you mean to hand over the tongue?" Elder Mo's face was a little cold, "The disturbance that came out in the Lingqing Palace earlier has already been known to all the disciples in the sect, what do you think they will think if we hand over the dialect?" ”

"Senior Sister Mo, Fang Yan did save Luo Yatou's life, but don't be emotional, this matter is a foregone conclusion, do you really want to tear up the agreement between the three factions?"

"Agreements? They have not produced any hard evidence, so do you really want to hand over the tongues according to their words? Don't forget, if you can kill a disciple with mid-stage strength, how much potential he has. How do you know that when they take away the tongue, they really want to take his life? ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"If they take the dialect away and not take his life, but cultivate it, do you think it is possible?" Elder Mo's eyes flickered, and he continued to transmit: "With his potential, if the Lingqing Palace really focuses on cultivation, how much do you think he will achieve in the future?" After he has achievements, how will he think of me Qingyunfeng? More importantly, if the head of the house were here, how do you think he would handle it? Would he push such an outstanding disciple into the hands of Lingqing Palace? ”

The middle-aged Confucian student's eyes jumped and fell silent.

Opposite them, the thin old man and the white-haired old man just watched a few people quietly and did not make a sound to disturb them.

Although they couldn't hear each other's words, they could tell from their slightly slightly open lips that they were talking to each other.

After a moment, the middle-aged Confucian student's lips moved again, and he said exactly what Elder Mo had just said to Elder Han.

After being silent for a moment, Elder Han said, "What Elder Mo said is a bit far-fetched, although the strength of the dialect is not weak, it is far from reaching the point of being outstanding. You and I can guess that the reason why he was able to force Han Aya'er to escape with serious injuries was all due to the magic pill. Without the elixir, he would have died no longer at this moment. Moreover, we have also seen the determination of Lingqing Palace, if we don't hand over the dialect, they are very likely to unite with Yunxiaomen in the name of tearing up the agreement, and at that time, it will be fatal for us. ”

Speaking of the elixir, Elder Han's heart beat slightly, and a look of regret flashed across his face.

In fact, after he first heard Elder Mo tell him about the dialect in that valley, his first reaction was that the dialect still had the existence of a panacea on the dialect. Because of this, he also sent two disciples to find the dialect, hoping to get something from him.

But what he didn't expect was that not long after, the two disciples brought back the experience of Lei Ming's encounter with the dialect, so that he had to put the matter down first.

Since Fang Yan had Tianleizi on his body, it was naturally impossible for the two disciples he sent to fight him with any ideas. After all, he wasn't sure if there was only one Heavenly Thunder on his body.

However, he only put this matter aside for the time being, but he has not completely stopped this idea. He had secretly made up his mind that he must scavenge everything on his body before handing over the dialect to Lingqing Palace.

The middle-aged Confucian carefully chewed Elder Han's words, and then asked, "Then what do you think we should do with this matter?" ”

"Continue to deal with the other person, and then act on the opportunity." A cold light flashed in Elder Han's eyes, fleeting. "But today's affairs must be concluded with the surrender of tongues. After all, you've seen the epistle too. ”

"Hand it over?" The middle-aged Confucian student's face became a little unnatural, and he said, "If the head of the sect knows about our decision, I don't know if he will blame us." ”

"If the Lingqing Palace really has evidence that the deaths of those two disciples are related to the dialect, even if the head of the sect knows about it, he has to hand over the dialect." After hearing the word leader, Elder Han's face also condensed slightly.

The middle-aged Confucian fell silent again.

"Have you discussed it?" Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian was silent, the white-haired old man asked aloud: "You should see our determination, Fang Yan, today we are going to take it away no matter what." Since he dares to kill my disciples, he must bear these consequences. ”

The middle-aged Confucian smiled indifferently and said, "We have read the letter, and we know what you mean, but whether the dialect killed your disciples or not, it is too early to make a conclusion." ”

The white-haired old man seemed to know that there was no point in continuing like this, so he immediately said, "In that case, please call the dialect to confront him face to face." ”

"Again, if the dialect doesn't admit it, can this matter be put to an end temporarily?" Elder Mo interjected.

"Elder Mo, I have already said that this matter is not something that can be concluded without him admitting it." The white-haired old man said angrily: "Even if he doesn't admit it, we will take him away today." ”

"Good guts." Elder Mo sneered, "So, are you planning to forcibly rob people?" A strongman on the territory of my Qingyun Peak? ”

The white-haired old man's face was completely gloomy, and after staring at Elder Mo for a moment, he moved his gaze to the middle-aged Confucian and asked, "Look at what you mean, are you going to hand people over?" ”

"If you don't have definite evidence to prove that your disciple's death is really related to dialects, we naturally can't let you take him away." Facing the anger of the white-haired old man, the middle-aged Confucian said without changing his face: "Otherwise, if you are allowed to take people away like this, how can my Qingyunfeng's face remain?" ”

"Evidence?" The white-haired old man's eyes were filled with anger and he said, "Isn't what you have seen with your own eyes enough? ”

"The words of a family are naturally not enough." The middle-aged Confucian replied, "Elder Xiao, if the positions of the two sides are reversed, based on the remarks of my disciples, are you willing to let my disciples take away?" If you'd like to, I'll be able to bring it to your door right away. ”

The white-haired old man looked at the middle-aged Confucian coldly, and after a while, he slowly got up and said, "In this way, you really plan to tear up the agreement." ”

"Elder Xiao is angry." At this time, Elder Han spoke, "Since we don't give in to each other, let's bring the dialect to confront each other before making a decision." After all, he started the matter. ”

The white-haired old man sneered and said, "I'm afraid he has already been warned by you, even if he comes, the result will not change much." Did he dare to admit it? ”

"Since Elder Han said so, let's bring him first and then make a decision." The thin old man, who had been sitting on the sidelines and watching coldly, suddenly interjected: "What Elder Han said is true, since this matter is caused by dialects, then he should naturally be present. Let's make up our minds after we've confronted them. ”

The white-haired old man glanced at the thin old man and frowned, but he didn't say anything more, and sat down slowly.

"Wait a few elders, and I'll go and bring the tongues." Elder Han said this, and then wanted to get up and go outside.