"Elder Mo, do you need me to take you there for a look?" The white-haired old man stared at Elder Mo coldly, his face full of anger.

Elder Mo's eyes narrowed, and finally fell silent. Although she didn't know what happened when Fang Yan killed the beautiful girl, she knew in her heart that what the other party said should be true.

"Elder Mo, when I am questioning, please don't interrupt again." The white-haired old man seemed to be very dissatisfied with Elder Mo's interruptions from time to time.

"Don't bother?" Elder Mo sneered and said, "Don't forget, you're asking my disciple now, as long as I notice a loophole in your words, I will naturally point it out." Otherwise, if this matter spreads, and my disciples are questioned by you like this, how can I have the face of Qingyunfeng? ”

When she said the latter sentence, she turned her head and glanced at the middle-aged Confucian students on the side. It's just that the middle-aged Confucian students didn't seem to feel her gaze and were unmoved.

The white-haired old man's eyes froze, his lips moved, and finally he didn't say anything. Turning his head to Fang Yan, he said, "Since you said that you saw her at the end of the fine sand, then how do you explain why she was buried in that fine sand, and what happened to the injuries on her body?" ”

Elder Mo didn't take what the other party said to heart at all, and after hearing this, he immediately asked, "What injury?" ”

"The bones on that disciple's body were severely damaged in a short period of time by several attacks, and moreover, they were attacked in the same position, and this position was only the size of a fist." The white-haired old man glanced at her and said slowly, "You don't have to tell me that this is a demon beast's repeated attack, this kind of attack is definitely not something that a demon beast can do." ”

"Even if it's not a demon beast, why are you so sure it's a dialect?" Elder Mo said, "Why can't it be someone else?" Don't forget, it wasn't just a few of them who entered that valley in the first place. ”

"Others? How could someone else launch so many attacks in such a short period of time? The white-haired old man sneered, looked at Fang Yan and said, "This kind of attack can only be done with your boxing technique, right?" ”

Fang Yan's face was expressionless, his head bowed slightly, and he remained silent.

"With just one set of exercises, you have to conclude that he killed someone?" Elder Mo's tone was full of sarcasm.

The white-haired old man glanced at her, changed the topic, and said, "Elder Mo, I heard that this son once gave you a panacea, is this true?" ”

A look of astonishment flashed in Elder Mo's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal.

"What does this have to do with you?"

The white-haired old man suddenly laughed, and his smile was a little eerie.

"He took a panacea elixir with you, and you also took a mid-level spiritual weapon to return to him, is this true?"

"Elder Xiao, what do you mean by asking this?" Elder Mo frowned slightly, and said, "Even if the value of the mid-level spirit weapon and the Ten Thousand Soul Pill are not equal, it will not be your turn to remind you." ”

The white-haired old man smiled even more, and asked in the dialect, "Is that spiritual weapon still in your hand?" ”

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth curved slightly, and it was fleeting, and no one noticed it.

"That's what my predecessor said?" Fang Yan reached out and took the short sword out of his bosom.

Looking at the short sword in Fang Yan's hand, the coldness in the eyes of the white-haired old man was even worse, and his gaze swept over Elder Mo and the others one by one, and finally stopped at the middle-aged Confucian student, and said a word that made several people frown.

"Can you tell me why the fatal wound on my disciple's body happens to match this spiritual weapon in Fang Yan's hand?"

Elder Mo looked shocked, but quickly returned to normal, sighed lightly, shook his head in some despair, and didn't say anything more.

So far, everything she says is so powerless and so pale. She now knew why the other party suddenly changed the topic just now, it turned out that he had dug a big pit here and waited for them to jump.

The middle-aged Confucian was also silent, sitting quietly in place, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, Elder Han's gaze glanced at the location of the dialect from time to time, and there was no expression on his face, so he couldn't see his mood at this time.

Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian was silent, the smile on the white-haired old man's face was even worse, but this smile only stayed on his face for a moment, and was soon replaced by a gloomy one.

"Tongues, do you have anything else to say?"

Fang Yan showed a nervous look on his face, his lips moved, and he didn't spit out a word. However, if someone can observe carefully at this time, they can find that although his face shows nervousness, his eyes are very calm, without even a trace of worry.

In fact, he was not worried at all at this time. Not only is he not worried, but he is also faintly happy. When the other party asked Elder Mo about the spiritual artifact, he vaguely guessed that the other party was going to talk about the wound on the beautiful girl's body.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the people of Lingqing Palace could still find the burial place of the beautiful girl, and through this incident, he was convicted of his crimes.

He wasn't nervous at all, though. Before he came, he had already made up his mind and made up his mind, no matter what, he would let the people of Lingqing Palace take him away today!

Because, this is very likely the only chance he can get out of Qingyun Peak!

He must catch!

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the other party didn't go straight to the point as soon as he came up, but made himself and the others speechless by rounding around the bush.

This is a bit of a deviation from what he had originally envisioned.

Originally, in his mind, with Elder Han's 'help' and the determination of Lingqing Palace, it shouldn't be too complicated for him to be taken away by Lingqing Palace. Therefore, in the intervening years, he had made up his mind that he could not admit that the death of the beautiful girl and the boy in blue in the valley had anything to do with him.

Although he has an escape charm on his body to use, he doesn't want to carry such a big crime on his back and be endlessly chased and killed by the other party.

However, in the light of the current situation, it seems to be useless for him not to admit it. From the moment the white-haired old man asked him to take out the bell, he knew that this matter had deviated far from the track he had set at the beginning. Elder Han didn't seem to be as 'helpful' as he imagined.

"Dialects, what the hell is going on?" At this time, Elder Han spoke, and his tone was very heavy.

"Is the death of the disciple of the Lingqing Palace really related to you?"

Fang Yan turned his head to look at him, a strange color flashed in his eyes, fleeting, but he still didn't speak, he hadn't thought about how to deal with it at the moment.