"Elder Han ......" However, as soon as Elder Han got up, an undisguised ridicule rang out in the entire hall.

Elder Han paused, frowned, and turned to look at Elder Mo.

"It's just a disciple, do you still need to bother to go there in person?" Elder Mo stared straight at Elder Han with a deep meaning in his eyes, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic before." ”

"Senior Sister Mo, what do you mean by this?" Elder Han's old face suddenly fell, "You also know that the dialect is hundreds of miles away from here, and if you let the disciples of your sect approach, it will take at least half a day, don't you want to return his innocence quickly?" ”

"Restore his innocence?" Elder Mo sneered and said, "Do you really want to return his innocence?" ”

"Elder Mo." Elder Han's face sank, and even his title changed, "Fang Yan is my disciple, can I still harm him?" ”

Elder Mo smiled disdainfully, glanced at the white-haired old man opposite, and his lips moved, but in the end, he seemed to have some scruples, and he still didn't say anything.

At this time, although the white-haired old man and the thin two people were sitting upright, their eyes were wandering back and forth on Elder Han and Elder Mo without a trace, as if they were also a little interested in the dissent that the two of them showed at this time.

"Senior Sister Mo, what Han Lao said is not wrong. Let him go and answer, and we can quickly return the tongue to a clear name. Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, the middle-aged Confucian snorted and said, "After all, the dialect is indeed a distance from here." ”

The middle-aged Confucian naturally knew what Elder Han had in mind, and long before the people from the Lingqing Palace arrived, Han Changcai had already revealed to him that Fang Yan had a panacea. Speaking of the elixir, he is also a little itchy, if he can get one, not to mention pushing the dialect out, even if he lets him kill the dialect with his own hands, it is not impossible.

It was precisely because of this that he agreed to Elder Han's suggestion, and after the people from Lingqing Palace arrived, he took advantage of the situation and pushed out the dialect. Therefore, after hearing Elder Han's words at this moment, he naturally knew that he wanted to inquire about the panacea by the way when answering the dialect. Anyway, they were already planning to push out the dialect, so naturally they couldn't cheapen the old guys on the other side.

"In that case, let me go." Elder Mo stood up and said, "Anyway, I have some relationship with dialects. ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged Confucian was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed inadvertently, and said, "Senior Sister Mo, it's just an ordinary disciple, and it's not a natural treasure, why do you want to fight with Han Lao?" ”

Elder Han also snorted and said, "Yes, Senior Sister Mo, is it difficult, do you not trust me, do you think I will hurt the dialect?" ”

"Trust?" Elder Mo glanced at Elder Han and didn't say anything, but a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he didn't hide it.

For the little bit of caution in Elder Han's heart, how could Elder Mo not understand. Although she was also curious about how Fang Yan caused Han Aya'er to escape with serious injuries, and also suspected that Fang Yan still had a panacea, it was just a thought that flashed in her mind, and she didn't think about getting anything more from Fang Yan.

As a female streamer, she was not as greedy as Elder Han, nor was she as ambitious as them. Although Fang Yan was only a low-level disciple, she had a good impression of him. Especially after he took great risks to save Luo Ziyi.

It's just that if she doesn't think so, it doesn't mean that Elder Han and the middle-aged Confucian won't think so. At the same time as Elder Mo said those words, the two of them glanced at each other very tacitly, and then shook their heads without a trace.

No matter what, they wouldn't let Elder Mo go to pick it up. Otherwise, if it was the existence of the true panacea on Fang Yan's body, I am afraid that it would all fall into his hands.

"Senior Sister Mo, let's not delay any longer, Old Han, you go and pick up the dialect quickly." The middle-aged Confucian coughed lightly and said directly to Elder Han.

"Yes, senior brother." Elder Han replied and quickly walked outside.

However, just as he was leaving, Elder Mo followed closely without hesitation.

"Senior Sister Mo, what do you mean by this?" Elder Han was a little angry, in front of so many elders in the Lingqing Palace, Elder Mo's actions made him a little unable to get off the stage.

"I'll go with you." Elder Mo glanced at Elder Han, directly ignoring the anger on his face, and said, "It just so happens that I also have something that is inconvenient to ask here, so I want to ask him." ”

Looking at her appearance, it was obvious that she would rather offend the middle-aged Confucian and Elder Han than let Fang Yan face any of them alone.

"Senior Sister Mo......" The middle-aged Confucian also frowned, but he couldn't say anything powerful in his mouth.

After all, if Elder Mo insisted on going to answer the dialect, he had no reason to refuse. Otherwise, it is clear that it will arouse the suspicion of others.

Elder Han stood in place with a gloomy face, neither walking nor stopping. Naturally, he couldn't let Elder Mo follow. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will really just run errands this time.

In fact, if he hadn't known Elder Mo's attitude on the matter of dialects, he would have tried to use the panacea to pull her into the water.

It's just that through several conversations with Elder Mo, he also knew that she was determined to keep her word.

"A few elders...... At this moment, the thin old man from Lingqing Palace spoke, "How long are you going to play this play?" ”

"Elder He, what do you mean by that?" The middle-aged Confucian student, who was already a little displeased, heard this, and his face became even more gloomy.

"What do you mean?" The thin old man sneered, "With you arguing here, I'm afraid the dialect has already been taken over." Do you think this will put this off the rails? ”

The middle-aged Confucian student's eyes narrowed, and then he laughed, and said, "Since Elder He said so, then I will let my disciples go and answer it, presumably they don't care about waiting for a while." ”

After saying that, he turned his head to Elder Mo and said, "You all come back, let the disciples go and answer them." ”

Elder Han's face changed slightly, he glanced at Elder Mo coldly, then snorted coldly, and returned to sit next to the middle-aged Confucian student. So far, although I don't want to, I can't say anything more.

Seeing this, Elder Mo didn't say anything more, and turned around and walked back.

And no one noticed that when Elder Mo was sitting, an inexplicable smile flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man and the thin old man, and it was fleeting.