The distance of hundreds of zhang is only a few moments.

In front of this building, there was not even a single guard, which made De Fang Yan a little curious. However, this is clearly not the time for curiosity. He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and strode in.

Inside the main hall, there was an unusually silence.

The thin old man and the white-haired old man sat with their eyes closed, waiting quietly, looking confident.

The middle-aged Confucian and Elder Mo were also sitting in place with their eyes closed, only Elder Han lowered his head with a gloomy face, his eyes kept blinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, several people who had closed their eyes and recuperated opened their eyes almost at the same time, and turned their heads to look towards the main entrance of the main hall. Even Elder Han was no exception.

Looking at his master's gaze, Han Aya'er, who was standing on the side, seemed to have guessed something, and quickly looked in the direction of the main entrance, and then, an unconcealable anger appeared on his face, and his eyes were even more murderous.

However, in the current environment, she naturally didn't dare to say anything, just stared at the thin young man who had just stepped forward.

"Hmm......"

As soon as Fang Yan entered the main hall, before he could see the situation inside, he felt a huge pressure that he could not bear spread all over his body, as if a mountain had suddenly pressed on his body, making his body tremble fiercely, and he was about to fall to the ground.

But just as his figure was about to fall, a cold snort suddenly sounded in his ears, and then, he felt a lightness on his body, and the pressure suddenly disappeared.

"Two elders, with your identity, is it necessary to bully a junior like this?" The middle-aged Confucian snorted coldly, and his tone was a little unkind.

At this moment, Fang Yan was still a disciple of Qingyun Peak, so he naturally couldn't watch him withstand the pressure unleashed by the elders of Lingqing Palace. Otherwise, if it spreads, he Qingyunfeng would probably be laughed out of his big teeth.

On his own territory, he can't even protect his own disciples, not to mention that it will be looked down upon by outsiders, even if he is known by his own disciples, his prestige will be greatly reduced.

The white-haired old man withdrew his gaze from Fang Yan, and said lightly: "I have long heard that this son is extraordinary, so I can't help but want to test it today." ”

"Tempting?" At this time, Elder Mo sneered and said, "May I ask Xiao Changhe, this disciple you brought, should we also test it?" It is said that this disciple seems to be a superior existence among your sect. ”

"Outstanding?" Before the white-haired old man could say anything, the thin old man said angrily: "If she was really a superior existence, she wouldn't have almost died in the hands of that kid in the first place." ”

"Since Elder He said so, why don't you let them fight against us again?" Elder Mo's expression was calm, and there was a look on his face that seemed to be a smile rather than a smile, "I really want to see how this disciple of our sect who only has mid-stage strength can almost kill you, a disciple of late-stage strength." ”

"Elder Mo, please don't confuse the public." The thin old man's face was even more angry, "If my disciple hadn't been seriously injured at the beginning, even if it was two of them, it wouldn't be enough to die." If you agree, we'd be happy to let the two of them play again. I also want to see how many catties and taels there are here. ”

"Okay, okay, two elders, now that Fang Yan has come, let's stop these senseless quarrels, if you have anything to say, let's ask him first." The middle-aged Confucian shook his head secretly, and it was really a wise choice for him not to say anything to the other party just now.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Elder Mo without a trace, and his brows furrowed unconsciously. Although he knew that her position was to protect her voice, he didn't expect her to be so firm. Thinking of what she said before, he couldn't help but be a little shaken, and his gaze towards Fang Yan became much more complicated.

"Disciple dialect, I have seen all the seniors." At this time, Fang Yan had already walked over, stopped when the nearest strange elder was still far away, and respectfully saluted a few people.

"Tongues, you come over here." Before the other elders could say anything, Elder Mo took the lead. The tone is not to be refused.

"Yes, Senior Mo." Fang Yan responded, ignoring Elder Han's slightly frowning brows, and walked straight in front of them, stopping at Elder Mo's side.

By this time, there was no fear in his heart. Because he knows that there is only one result today, and it cannot be changed.

Seeing Fang Yan walk to his side without changing his face, Elder Mo showed a hint of approval in his eyes, and said, "Fang Yan, the few people sitting in front of you are the elders of Lingqing Palace, they said that you killed two of their disciples a few months ago, but is there such a thing?" ”

"Elder Mo, do you think he will admit it if you ask him like this?" Before Fang Yan could speak, the white-haired old man couldn't wait to interrupt, and then glanced at Fang Yan coldly and said, "You are Fang Yan?" ”

"If he's not in tongues, shall we call him to the play?" Elder Mo also didn't give Fang Yan a chance to speak, and directly sneered, "Elder Xiao, isn't your words a little too redundant? Do you think that we have been sitting here with you for most of the day just to find a false tongue? You don't even know the dialect, so it seems that the truth of what you said before is really up for speculation. ”

"Elder Mo......" The white-haired old man's tone suddenly became cold, "I'm just going to confirm it out loud, isn't this okay?" ”

"Loud confirmation?" Elder Mo sneered and said, "Do you believe us? ”

The white-haired old man's face turned angry and said, "Yes, I just don't believe you. ”

"Since you don't believe it, you can go back and don't send it far." Elder Mo didn't seem to see the anger on the other party's face at all, and his tone still didn't show the slightest emotion.

"Is this the attitude of your Qingyun Peak?" The white-haired old man held back the anger in his heart and turned his head to look at the middle-aged Confucian student.

"Senior Sister Mo......" The middle-aged Confucian frowned and said, "I know you want to return the dialect to a clean slate, but if you don't let the other party ask anything, how can you return his innocence?" ”

Elder Mo snorted coldly, and in the end, he didn't say anything more.

Fang Yan stood in place, listening to the battle of words and tongues full of gunpowder in front of him, and vaguely guessed the attitude of the elders in front of him.

Obviously, it seems that Elder Mo is the only one who is willing to speak out to help him. It seems that Qingyun Peak really wants him to die.

Fang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

"Dialect, let me ask you, do you still recognize this person?"