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

Fang Yan turned his head to look and saw that the white-haired old man was pointing at Han Aya'er beside him and looking at him.

At the moment of eye contact with the other party, Fang Yan shivered coldly, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be an invisible force pulling him in that gaze, and he hurriedly looked away.

"Do you recognize?" Seeing that the dialect did not speak, the tone of the white-haired old man became a little heavier.

Fang Yan's heart froze, and he looked at Han Aya'er, and after seeing the anger in the other party's eyes, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. But he still didn't say anything.

"What? Don't dare to admit it? Seeing that Fang Yan was silent, Han Aya'er couldn't help but laugh.

"Presumptuous!"

However, before she finished speaking, an angry roar rang out in the hall, making Han Aya'er's brain buzz, and she almost fell to the ground in front of her. Fortunately, the thin old man beside her shook his palm, and she barely managed to stabilize her figure.

Elder Mo looked angry and reprimanded, "At this time, how can you have the qualifications to wait for juniors to speak?" ”

Han Aya'er's face turned pale, and her lips moved, but in the end, she didn't dare to say anything.

"Elder Mo, although this woman is a junior, she is also a member of my Lingqing Palace, she wants to ask this son, why not?" The thin old man's face was also a little ugly.

His own disciple was so angrily reprimanded by the other party, and as a master, his face was naturally gloomy.

"Elder He, don't you look at what kind of place this is." Elder Mo's face was cold, "In this place, how can a junior like her be allowed to speak out in front of us?" ”

"Elder He, you are indeed a little inappropriate in this move." The middle-aged Confucian also spoke at this time, "Anyway, it remains to be confirmed whether the death of your disciples is really related to dialects, do you think it is appropriate for you to let your juniors make such sarcastic remarks in front of us?" ”

The corners of the thin old man's eyes jumped slightly, and finally he fell silent and set his eyes on the white-haired old man.

"It's really inappropriate for the junior to speak, but in the face of the elder's inquiry, he has been avoiding answering, do you think it's appropriate?" The white-haired old man said coldly: "Or, are you a little weak and don't dare to answer?" ”

"Dialect, answer the words of the elder of the Lingqing Palace." At this time, Elder Han spoke, and his voice was quite majestic.

Elder Mo frowned, turned his head to look at him, but didn't say anything, but said to the dialect on the side: "You don't have to be nervous, just say what you need to say." ”

"Disciple understands." Fang Yan replied gratefully.

"Now that you understand, answer quickly." The white-haired old man was obviously a little impatient, "Do you still recognize this woman?" ”

Fang Yan glanced at Han Aya'er again, and when he was about to answer, a small voice like a mosquito suddenly sounded in his ears, and then Elder Mo's voice sounded in his mind.

It turned out that Elder Mo was afraid that Fang Yan would say something that should not be said, so he transmitted a set of words made up by Han Aya'er just now to Fang Yan.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Seeing Fang Yan standing in place stunned, the white-haired old man suddenly became angry.

After listening to Elder Mo's transmission, Fang Yan's mind quickly turned, and then he nodded and said, "I recognize." ”

"Okay, backbone." The white-haired old man was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to admit it so happily.

Not only him, but Elder Han and the middle-aged Confucian also unconsciously showed a surprised look. Even Elder Mo frowned slightly.

However, at this time, none of the three opened their mouths to say anything.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that just when the white-haired old man was about to ask something more, Fang Yan spoke again.

"A few months ago, in a valley far away from here, I saw this girl hunting down one of my senior sisters, and besides, she almost died at her hands, how could I not recognize her?" Fang Yan's face was calm, he looked straight at Han Aya'er, and said, "I'm not wrong, right?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, as if they didn't expect that at this time, the dialect would actually be beaten upside down.

"Hunt down my disciples?" How could Elder Mo let go of this opportunity, as soon as Fang Yan's words fell, a wave of anger appeared on her face very appropriately.

"Who is she chasing?"

"Back to Elder Mo, it was Senior Sister Luo Ziyi Luo who she was chasing and killing at that time."

"Luo Ziyi?" Elder Mo stood up suddenly, staring at Han Aya'er with murderous intent, "No wonder Luo Yatou came back and was seriously injured, it turned out to be your poisonous hand." Elder He, should you give me an explanation on this matter? ”

The thin old man's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Fang Yan meaningfully, and then said to Elder Mo: "Elder Mo, I want to ask, is Luo Ziyi of your sect still alive at this moment?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Elder Mo asked rhetorically.

"Although your disciple has been injured, at least he is still alive, and my disciple is dead at the moment. And it's two. The thin old man said lightly, as if he didn't take Elder Mo's anger into account at all, "A seriously injured disciple or two disciples who have been brutally killed, which do you think is more important?" ”

Elder Mo frowned slightly.

"Before discussing the serious injury of your disciples, shouldn't we first solve the problem of the killing of my two disciples?" The thin old man stared straight at Elder Mo, and his momentum was not inferior to her at all, "After all, we are here today for this matter. ”

Elder Mo glanced at the middle-aged Confucian on the side and said, "What does Senior Brother mean?" ”

"The person who came is a guest, our disciple was almost hunted down to death, let's discuss it later." The middle-aged Confucian was silent for a moment and said such a sentence.

Elder Mo nodded, his expression unchanged, and slowly sat back, unable to see her mood at this time.

Seeing Elder Mo sit down again, the white-haired old man glanced at Fang Yan, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Although he had focused his attention on Elder Mo just now, the corner of his eye never left Fang Yan. He was surprised to find that from beginning to end, the expression on Fang Yan's face had not changed, and he had always been so calm.

Something is not normal about the calm.

"Since you know her, you should remember what happened in that valley, right?" The white-haired elder asked again.

"Juniors remember." The dialect replied.

"So...... I want to know, since you said that Luo Ziyi almost died at the hands of my disciples, why is she alive and well now? The white-haired old man stared straight at Fang Yan and said, "Can you explain this matter?" ”

"Senior Sister Luo is my disciple, and since I saw it at the time, I naturally can't stand idly by." Fang Yan replied calmly: "So, when this girl wanted to kill her, I made a move." ”

"Good." The white-haired old man seemed to be very satisfied with the answer in the dialect, and continued to ask, "So, do you admit that you were also in that valley at that time?" ”

"I've never denied it."

"So...... I want to know, did you use a bell spirit weapon when you attacked my disciples? ”

The dialect fell silent.

"Answer me." The white-haired old man urged.

Elder Mo turned his head and glanced at Fang Yan, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he was still thinking about such a simple question.

"Are you talking about this artifact?" What everyone didn't expect was that Fang Yan actually took the bell out of his arms.

"Dialect, do you know what you're doing now?"

"Elder Mo......" the white-haired old man raised his voice violently, "Do you think it's too late to ask him to deny it now?" ”

"Senior Mo, the disciple knows what he is doing." Fang Yan bowed towards Elder Mo.

"How did this bell end up on your hand?" The white-haired old man's voice grew colder and colder, but there was a look of wonder in his eyes.

He was equally surprised that the tongues would admit it. After seeing his counterattack just now, he naturally thought that his answer was not another trap.

"In that valley, I found a girl." The dialect does not change color.

"Searched?" The white-haired old man sneered.

"Exactly." Fang Yan replied seriously: "I had just passed through an eerie area of fine sand, and the girl fell at the end of that small area, and when I found her, she was already dead. ”

"Dead?" The white-haired old man snorted coldly, "Fang Yan, do you think I will believe what you say?" ”

"What this senior, the younger generation said is true. Don't dare to deceive at all. Fang Yan replied: "If the seniors don't believe it, you can ask this girl, she should know how strange that piece of sand is." Moreover, at the end of that fine sand, there is a powerful demon beast hidden, and I think that girl should have died at the hands of that demon beast. ”

Listening to the dialect's explanation, the corners of Elder Mo's mouth slowly curved.

"Nonsense." The white-haired old man said angrily, "Since you said that you saw her at the end of that fine sand, then I would like to know why we found her in that fine sand?" ”

Fang Yan's heart sank, and his face showed surprise. It seems that he didn't expect the other party to find the beautiful girl.

"Can you explain?" The white-haired old man sneered, "Do you want to tell me that you kindly buried her back in the fine sand?" If that's the case, how do you explain her injuries? ”

The dialect fell silent and said nothing.

By this time, it was too late for him to deny it.

"Elder Xiao." At this time, Elder Mo spoke, "I also want to know, you said that the disciple was found in that piece of fine sand, so what evidence is there?" How do I know she was found in the fine sand and not at the end of the fine sand? ”