"What are you going to do!! Elder Mo stared at Elder Han deadly, and an unconcealable anger erupted from his eyes.

She never imagined that after discussing for so long, the final result would be to put the dialect to death. If she hadn't happened to sit beside Fang Yan and made a timely move, Fang Yan would have been too dead to die anymore.

"What do you want to do?" Elder Mo's angry shouts also made the thin old man and the white-haired old man quickly come back to their senses, and they asked in unison.

At this time, the faces of the two were also very ugly. They also didn't expect that several elders of Qingyun Peak would be so ruthless that they would actually want to kill Fang Yan with their own hands.

Beside the thin old man, Han Aya'er was completely stunned, looking at the dialect that was struggling more than a dozen feet away, and her eyes were extremely stunned. With her strength and status, she naturally couldn't guess the entanglement of interests that those big people had in mind. At this time, her heart was full of incredible.

Even if Qingyunfeng didn't protect his disciples, he actually had to put him to death with his own hands?

"What for?" Elder Han glanced at Elder Mo with a pale face, and then said coldly to the thin old man, "Didn't you want us to give you an explanation?" This is Qingyunfeng's explanation. ”

The thin old man's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the white-haired old man, his face extremely gloomy. None of them were stupid people, and they quickly figured out why Elder Han wanted to put the dialect to death.

When they came out, the master commanded that the tongue should be brought back no matter what. The reason is simple, dialects have a huge value that makes them feel excited.

"Elder Han, Fang Yan killed a disciple of my Lingqing Palace, even if he is to be executed, it should be up to us to do it, how can it be your turn to come and act on your behalf?"

"Don't forget, Fang Yan is my disciple of Qingyun Peak." Elder Han sneered and said, "Could it be that we don't even have the qualifications to dispose of our own disciples?" Are your Lingqing Palaces too lenient? You want us to explain to you, we've made a decision, what else do you want? Do you also want to get involved in my Qingyun Peak's family affairs? ”

The thin old man's eyes narrowed, and he didn't answer again, but turned his head to the middle-aged Confucian and said, "This is your decision?" ”

The corner of the middle-aged Confucian student's eyes jumped, and he said slowly: "Fang Yan ignored the agreement between our two factions and killed the two disciples of your sect, and our Qingyun Peak naturally can't turn a blind eye. Killing him is also an explanation for your family. ”

"Senior brother......" Before the thin old man could speak, Elder Mo spoke gloomily.

"Anyway, Fang Yan is also my disciple, have you really decided to put him to death?" Elder Mo clenched his teeth, and these words were almost squeezed out of her teeth one by one.

She's angry, very angry.

As the Supreme Elder of Qingyun Peak, she knew better than anyone what Fang Yan meant to Qingyun Peak by killing the two outstanding disciples under the Lingqing Palace. Even if the head of the house is here, he doesn't dare to deny his credit.

You must know that it is not easy to kill an outstanding disciple of Lingqing Palace or Yunxiao Sect. Even if Luo Ziyi and others make a move, their success rate and failure rate are also half. And once you fail, you are killed by the other party.

It was precisely because of this that when she was in that valley at the beginning, even if the beautiful girl and a disciple under Qingyun Peak had already met, they didn't dare to do it easily.

Because they all know that it is almost impossible to kill each other alone. Even if the two of them try their best, it will be a lose-lose situation at most.

It can be seen from this that Fang Yan was able to kill two proud disciples of Lingqing Palace at one time, what a great credit it was for Qingyun Peak.

But it was such a big achievement, but it was ignored by the two Supreme Elders in front of him because of their own selfishness. Not only did they ignore it, but they also unloaded the mill and killed the donkey!

"Senior Sister Mo, after he personally admitted that he killed the two disciples of Lingqing Palace, do you think he still has a way to live?" The middle-aged Confucian glanced at Elder Mo, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know if he was also a little annoyed, so she took action to save Fang Yan. If she hadn't taken the liberty of making a move, I'm afraid the matter would have been over.

"Instead of letting him be tortured to death by the Lingqing Palace, let's give him a good time." The coldness in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian quickly dissipated, and he regained his calm in the blink of an eye, "Anyway, he is also a disciple of my Qingyun Peak, how can I bear to see being tortured by the Lingqing Palace in every way?" ”

Elder Mo was slightly stunned, thought about it carefully, and then fell silent. Obviously, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's remarks are not unreasonable.

Seeing that Elder Mo was no longer silent, the middle-aged Confucian also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If she was determined to keep her word, things would be a bit tricky.

"Elder He, Elder Xiao, we let the dialect pay for each other's lives, what do you think is wrong?" The middle-aged Confucian looked at the thin old man and the white-haired old man with a calm face.

"Could it be that your Lingqing Palace has such a big belly, and you are ready to let him live? If that's the case, I, Qingyunfeng, would be disrespectful. ”

"I think we've made it clear." The white-haired old man snorted coldly and said, "He killed my disciple, and what to do with it is also a matter for my Lingqing Palace, even if we want to torture him in every way, it has nothing to do with you." ”

The middle-aged Confucian laughed, and his laughter was full of disdain.

"Here, it's up to us to decide. If you want an explanation, we will give you an explanation. The middle-aged Confucian glanced at him and said slowly: "Unless you really want to let him live, otherwise, you can't even take his body away." I give you half an hour to think about it, and after half a quarter of an hour, tell me your options. ”

After saying this, the middle-aged Confucian slowly closed his eyes and said no more.

Since he had made up his mind to let the dialect die, it was naturally impossible for them to change his mind because of their words. After killing Fang Yan, they can be regarded as giving Lingqing Palace an explanation, even if they are dissatisfied, they will not be able to find anything wrong with Qingyun Peak.

Looking at the middle-aged Confucian who was determined to put the dialect to death, the faces of the thin old man and the white-haired old man both became a little blue. They naturally knew that if the other party really wanted to kill Fang Yan, it would be impossible for the two of them to stop it.

However, if they want to let the dialect die in his hands like this, they are naturally extremely unwilling. After all, they came here to take him away. If he dies like this, they will come for nothing.

The two looked at each other and began to talk quickly.

Seeing this, a grim smile appeared on the corner of Elder Han's mouth, which flashed away.