Elder Han walked quickly in front of Fang Yan, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Follow me." ”

With that, he reached out and grabbed Fang Yan.

"Wait!"

At this time, a loud shout sounded in the main hall. The white-haired old man shouted angrily: "If you want him to leave his things behind, in this hall, why do you want to take him away?" ”

"This is the secret of Qingyun Peak, how can I let you see it?" Elder Han sneered.

"No, we can't let the tongue out of our sight." The white-haired old man was resolute, and there was also no room for negotiation.

"You can rest assured that it will never leave your sight." Elder Han smiled gloomily and said, "We're over there." ”

As he spoke, he gestured into the distance.

The white-haired old man's face suddenly darkened. Because although the direction that Elder Han was pointing to did not leave his line of sight, it was at least a hundred zhang away from him. At such a distance, even if the dialect was in his sight, he was powerless to stop anything.

Although he didn't know why Elder Han had to leave with Fang Yan, judging from the attitudes of Elder Han and the middle-aged Confucian Sheng, as well as the fact that Fang Yan would personally admit to the killing, he could guess that this eighty percent was related to the panacea on Fang Yan's body.

But what made him a little puzzling was that Qing Yunfeng should have known the news that they had come to ask for someone, and even if they wanted to get something from Fang Yan, they should have already gotten it. However, the current situation faintly told him that Qingyunfeng didn't seem to get anything from Fang Yan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. If Qingyun Peak really didn't succeed, then their gains on this trip would be much greater than they imagined.

"Elder Han, since you have decided to hand him over to us, you are no longer qualified to be alone with him." The white-haired old man walked quickly towards Fang Yan.

"Elder Xiao, you are inevitably too lenient."

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian student's body moved, he stopped in front of him and said, "Before he came to you, he was still a disciple of my Qingyun Peak. ”

When he said this, he glanced at the Korean elders who were not in a trace.

Elder Han understood, and his palm, which was stopped in mid-air, quickly grabbed Fang Yan's body.

Fang Yan's heart jumped, and a vitality condensed from his palm.

Although he couldn't see through Elder Han's thoughts, he could guess that if he fell into his hands, he would definitely not end well.

"Smack!"

However, just as he was about to crush the escape talisman in his hand, a palm came out of the air, blocking Elder Han's palm.

Looking at this familiar palm, Fang Yan's mind turned sharply, and the vitality that had been condensed instantly dissipated in the palm.

"Huh?" Elder Han was slightly stunned, and when he saw clearly the person blocking his palm, his face suddenly became gloomy, "Senior Sister Mo, what are you doing?" ”

Not far away, the white-haired old man with an angry face was about to say something more, but when he saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly, and he swallowed back the words that had come to his mouth, and looked at Elder Mo who had given him a big headache before.

"Dialect, hand over your token." Elder Mo didn't answer Elder Han, but instead gave an order to Fang Yan.

"Yes." Fang Yan answered, reaching out and taking out the token that represented his identity.

Elder Mo took it and handed it to Elder Han and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the only piece of Qingyun Peak on his body. ”

"Senior Sister Mo......" Elder Han gritted his teeth and looked at her, his voice extremely cold.

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't think about it." Elder Mo blocked the dialect behind him and said softly, "As long as I'm still here, you won't want to hurt him again." ”

Although she didn't know what Elder Han was looking for, she didn't want to bother to guess. Judging by the attitude they had shown before, she could conclude that it was not a good thing.

Not to mention the dialect before risking the pressure of Elder Han to exchange the elixir for her, just because he risked his life to save Luo Ziyi, she could no longer watch him suffer any harm. At the very least, he can't be allowed to suffer any more harm in Qingyun Peak.

As for him being taken away by the Lingqing Palace, there was nothing she could do. He himself had admitted that no one could save him anymore. All she can do is to keep him safe for the time being, and the road ahead depends on his own creation.

Moreover, she also faintly felt that Lingqing Palace had tried its best to take him away, and it might be a little greasy inside. Coupled with the mysterious elixir of all things in his body, he may really have a chance of surviving.

Elder Han stared at her tightly, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing a powerful anger.

"Senior Sister Mo, step aside!" At this time, the middle-aged Confucian also spoke, and his tone was unquestionable.

Elder Mo glanced at him, shook his head, and had a resolute attitude.

"Senior Sister Mo, do you know what you're doing?" The middle-aged Confucian asked softly. His voice was soft, but anyone could hear the anger that was about to erupt in his tone.

"I know exactly what I'm doing." Elder Mo said slowly, "I also know that what I am doing at the moment has not violated any of the door rules in the door. On the contrary, if you treat a disciple in the sect like this, aren't you afraid that the head of the sect will blame you? Aren't you afraid of chilling your disciples? ”

Hearing the three words of the head of the house, the middle-aged Confucian student's face couldn't help but change slightly, but he was not an ordinary person after all, and he soon returned to normal.

"Senior Sister Mo, you must know that everything I am doing now is for the good of the door." The middle-aged Confucian said coldly: "Besides, who told you that we hurt him?" ”

The corners of Elder Mo's mouth flashed with a sneer, and he said, "Don't hurt him? Then please tell me, what secrets of Qingyun Peak are still hidden in him? Even I don't know. ”

"Senior Sister Mo......" The middle-aged Confucian student's voice suddenly increased several times, and his eyes flashed with anger.

His lie was exposed by her in front of Lingqing Palace, which really made him a little unable to get off the stage. Even he didn't expect that this senior sister, who had never asked about miscellaneous matters in the door, would become so abnormal for this disciple called Fang Yan.

"Senior Sister Mo, are you talking too much?"

Elder Mo smiled indifferently and said, "No matter what you say or do, in this hall, as long as I can still stand, no one will want to hurt him again." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and even the air seemed to condense, and an indescribable depression quickly spread in the hall. The breathing of both De Fangyan and Han Aya'er became a little short. The whole body is covered by an invisible pressure.