In the mountains and forests of Ziling Island, thousands of disciples were stunned when they heard the sound of drums.

Reluctantly, he stopped his movements and hurried towards the other garden in a hurry.

Even when some disciples were killing the strange beast, they were about to hit a fatal blow, and they were interrupted by the sound of drums, the strange beast ran away, and the bamboo basket was empty.

Although the outer courtyard of the annex is much smaller than the Tianlei Pavilion campus at the golden top of Xuanxiao Mountain, it can still easily accommodate a few hundred people.

About an hour later, thousands of disciples gathered inside and outside the Purple Spirit Island Courtyard.

Thousands of outer disciples could only wait outside the door to deliver the news, and only hundreds of inner disciples and more than a dozen personal disciples were eligible to enter the inner courtyard and see the major events announced by the elders with their own eyes.

In the hall of the other garden, only the seven great masters and their own disciples were present.

More than a dozen disciples sat behind their respective masters.

Pavilion Master Xuanyuan Changqing's head was buried very low, and his body fell together, as if his mood was not very stable.

The expressions of the other six elders were also wonderful.

Some are not a big deal to see the excitement, and some are angry.

"Just now, the law enforcement disciples found several corpses!"

Sima Hong's old face was cold, and his eyes were like knives scanning the disciples present, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

For a while, there was an uproar in the hall and there was a lot of discussion.

"This means that someone has violated the rules of the sect and killed the same sect, which is a taboo in this sect competition!"

"Blatantly ignoring the Pavilion Master's orders, I'm afraid I don't want to get mixed up in the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion!"

"Who could this person be? Who is so unscrupulous? ”

Yun Qian didn't speak, but looked at Zhou Xiaoyu and Yelu Qingyun.

The expressions of the two of them were as usual, but Yun Qian felt a little unusual in his heart.

Among the personal disciples, there seems to be one person missing.

Xuanyuan Chun!

Could it be that Xuanyuan Chun......

Sima Hong's voice said angrily: "An hour ago, the law enforcement disciple came to report that he had found the bodies of the inner disciples Ye Siran and Li You!" ”

His gaze flickered, and he quickly swept over more than a dozen of his own disciples, catching clues on their faces.

"And Xuanyuan Chun's corpse!"

Sima Hong's voice was heavy, although it was not loud, but it made everyone dumbfounded, and it was hard to imagine that it was true.

Time seemed to pause, and then exploded.

"What? The young pavilion lord Xuanyuan Chun was also killed? ”

"This is the biggest disaster since the establishment of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion."

"Who is not long-sighted, dares to kill the young pavilion master, does he still want to mix with the sect again?"

"I'm afraid it's not a traitor sent by a hostile sect, this kind of person really deserves to die!"

The gossip is getting more and more exciting.

They didn't notice that at this moment, Xuanyuan Changqing's body was trembling, panting, and trying his best to restrain himself.

"Shut up!"

He roared violently, and the whole room was silenced, and suddenly there was a dead silence.

All the elders and disciples all looked at Xuanyuan Changqing with blank eyes.

The pain of losing a child is difficult for anyone to accept.

Xuanyuan Changqing was sixty years old, and suddenly encountered bad news, as if the sky had fallen, and he was ten years old in an instant.

His eyes were glazed, his body was saggy, as if he had been drained of his soul, and he sat in a chair, lifeless.

"Those who kill their fellow disciples, according to the new rules, should be executed by Ling Chi!"

The words in his mouth jumped out word by word, and every word was filled with unforgivable resentment.

Tianlei Pavilion is the head of the five major sects of the Yuexun Kingdom, and since the establishment of the sect, there has never been such a major event.

The only son of the pavilion master died in the sect competition, how ironic is this?

"Who's the murderer?"

Han Lingbo was also deeply sympathetic and asked with a solemn face.

The noisy voices in the hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Xuanyuan Changqing with a blank eye, and Han Lingbo's question was also what everyone wanted to know the most.

Xuanyuan Chun has just broken through to the middle stage of Jindan, what kind of person can put him to death?

Everyone's eyes fell on the elders first, after all, the elders were the strongest, they were all masters of the Yuan Infant Stage, and killing Xuanyuan Chun was the same as pinching an ant to death.

But the elders don't use the big to bully the small.

The disciples cast suspicious glances at each other.

Except for the elders, only the personal disciples have the strength to kill Xuanyuan Chun.

"Is Xuanyuan really dead?" Yun Qian's expression was stunned.

I don't even know if it's a pity to be happy.

After all, she didn't kill it herself.

"The murderer doesn't know yet!"

Sima Hong's face was full of depression, and he had nowhere to go: "So this sect competition ended early, let's go back to Xuanxiao Mountain first, and then make further interrogations!" ”

Everyone secretly cheered.

It's really outrageous, even if the young pavilion master is dead, the murderer is still at ease.

Spread out, enough for the other four major sects to joke for a year and a half.

Two hours later, thousands of sect disciples and pavilion master elders returned to the Xuanxiao Mountain campus.

In Xuanyuan Changqing's Xuanxiao Hall, the seven great grandmasters and eleven personal disciples sat down again.

The reason why the interrogation location was changed from the other garden to the inside and outside of the Xuanxiao Hall was that the Seven Great Grandmasters considered that the terrain of Ziling Island was complicated, and the murderer was easy to escape, and the Xuanxiao Hall was located in the main altar of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion, and even if the murderer had a pair of wings, it would be difficult to fly away.

The interrogation of thousands of disciples began immediately.

In the Xuanxiao Palace, the seven great masters interrogated eleven personal disciples.

The hundreds of inner disciples at the entrance of the main hall were interrogated by the law enforcement hall masters of the Six Pavilions and Xuanxiao Palace.

The thousands of outer disciples on the school grounds were interrogated by the disciples of the garrison hall, the hundred grass hall and other halls.

It's so strict that even a mosquito won't want to fly away.

"How many of you, who is on the team with Chun'er?"

Sima Hong, as Xuanyuan Chun's own uncle, took the lead as the chief judge, and looked at the eleven personal disciples on the left and right seats, and finally fell on Xu Mao, Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun, Zhou Xiaoyu, and Yang Shu.

Xuanyuan Changqing was grief-stricken, and he had no intention of doing anything, he just wanted to know who the real murderer was, and he just wanted to see the murderer in Fufa.

Xu Mao looked frightened: "Back to the fifth elder, Senior Brother Xuanyuan was originally a team with the five of us, but Senior Brother Xuanyuan said that our six major disciples were in one place, and it was not efficient, so they were divided into groups of three, and in the end, Brother Ye and Senior Sister Zhou followed Senior Brother Xuanyuan to Pansnake Ridge, and I and Senior Brother Jiang and Senior Sister Yang never saw Senior Brother Xuanyuan and them again!" ”

"Yes!" Jiang Chunjian and Yang Shu nodded in unison.

Everyone turned their faces to look at Zhou Xiaoyu and Yelu Qingyun.

Being stared at by a pair of eyes, Zhou Xiaoyu's face turned red, and she lowered her head in shame: "It was we who hurt Senior Brother Xuanyuan, if we took him away together, maybe it wouldn't be ......."

"Girl, what did you just say?" Xuanyuan Changqing abruptly got up from his seat and stepped forward to grab Zhou Xiaoyu's shoulder.

His hands were like iron tongs, neither light nor heavy, and he asked aloud like a madman: "You hurt him?" Tell me, how did you hurt my Chun'er? ”

Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes had a bloody murderous aura.