"Master, you scratched me." Zhou Xiaoyu's strength in the middle stage of Jindan was taken by Xuanyuan Changqing like this, as if her body was locked, a powerful spiritual power pressed her out of breath, and there were bursts of sharp pain in her shoulders, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

"Say it, tell me everything you know!"

Han Lingbo wanted to speak and stopped, although he couldn't get used to Xuanyuan Changqing bullying the small and secretly poisoning his apprentice, but the affairs of the master and apprentice were not her turn to fight the grievances, not to mention that Xuanyuan Changqing suddenly suffered the pain of losing a child, and it was normal to vent some of it.

"Yes!" Zhou Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and he replied nervously: "After we finished dividing into groups, Senior Brother Xuanyuan proposed to ......"

"Senior sister, let's talk about it!"

Yelu Qingyun behind her suddenly interrupted her loudly, looking flustered, as if she was afraid that she would say something she shouldn't say.

After all, Zhou Xiaoyu is still too young, and when she is in a hurry, she really tells the peace of what should not be said and what should be said, which is not very good.

At least Xuanyuan Chun's proposal to snatch the spoils of other disciples, as well as the attack on Yun Qian, are not to be mentioned, once mentioned, even if Xuanyuan Chun is dead, his reputation will be lost.

Everyone's eyes shifted to Yelu Qingyun again.

"Tell me, what have you done? How did my Chun'er get killed? ”

Xuanyuan Changqing's hand pinched Yelu Qingyun's shoulder blade fiercely.

The strength of his fingers was extremely heavy, and even Yelu Qingyun, who was about to break through to the late stage of Jindan, bared his teeth with a painful expression.

"Yes, Master, the disciple doesn't dare to hide it!"

Yelu Qingyun's eyes swept towards Yun Qian, and pointed at her from a distance: "It's her, this woman with evil intentions!" ”

With this sentence, the audience exploded again.

"Qian Yun? Woman? She killed Xuanyuan Chun? ”

"It's a little too exciting, too much information, let my head slow down!"

"Isn't Qian Yun a man? What kind of grudge does he have with the young pavilion master? It's unimaginable! ”

"I said, why do you keep wearing a mask, I was afraid that people would recognize it as a woman, a femme fatale, and she should be killed!"

The disciples of the family are gossiping, some are ridiculing, some are abusive, and so on.

The expressions of the seven great masters are also wonderful.

Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow Yun Qiansheng alive.

Sima Hong looked at Yun Qian coldly, but after all, it was not his son who died, so he was not too excited.

Han Lingbo's expression was slightly calm, only a little surprised.

The other elders were also shocked, waiting to see what happened.

"Qian Yun, take off the veil!"

Sima Hong scolded harshly.

Everyone stared at Yun Qian, just waiting for the moment when she tore off her veil.

Curious about what she looks like, curious about why she hides her head and hides her face.

"Xuanyuan Chun really didn't kill him!"

Yun Qian sighed, slowly took off the black yarn, and threw it at his feet.

Her beautiful face was presented in front of everyone.

Melon seed face, ice blue eyes, cherry lips and nose, smart long eyelashes, coupled with her slender and graceful figure, ice muscles and jade bones, elegant and noble, making people ashamed of themselves, unattainable.

Especially her "sigh" sigh, which made the hearts of the men present even more touched, and they felt pity inexplicably.

There are even some young disciples who have passed on their own disciples, and because of this heavenly immortal appearance, they default that Xuanyuan Chun's death has nothing to do with her.

"You quibble!" Zhou Xiaoyu couldn't help but retort: "When I left with Brother Ye, there were only you and Senior Brother Xuanyuan present, you didn't kill the person, but who killed it?" ”

Hearing her say this, everyone had to stare at Yun Qian with a critical eye.

Among the people present, Xuanyuan Changqing, Sima Hong, and Han Lingbo all knew that Yun Qian was a daughter, but they were not surprised.

However, the other four elders and the ten pro-lineage disciples were very interested in Yun Qian Yi and Yi Yan.

But Sima Hong obviously didn't care about Yun Qian's identity, he was more concerned about whether Yun Qian was the murderer.

This makes everyone's hearts itch, but it is not good to interrupt at this juncture.

"A person who conceals her identity and hides in the sect must have ill intentions, I believe she can do anything!"

The fourth elder Song Yan glanced at Yun Qian in disgust, and had already made up his mind for her.

"I said, I didn't kill people!"

Yun Qian smiled helplessly, at this moment she really hoped that Xuanyuan Chun who she killed herself, at least she would not be framed.

"Elders, when it comes to major matters in the sect, it is better to be cautious and careful, ask more carefully, don't let go of a good person, and don't wronged a bad person!"

Han Lingbo gave Yun Qian a look to make her feel relieved.

Yun Qian nodded, a little moved.

There were so many people in the audience, only Han Lingbo said a word for her.

And in the Xianchen Pavilion, Han Lingbo took care of her meticulously.

Xuanyuan Changqing pressed his temper, his chest rose and fell, and he breathed heavily: "Okay, Qian Yun, I'll give you a fair chance to prove yourself!" ”

"I can't prove myself!"

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Yun Qian hesitated slightly, and after weighing it, he still shook his head helplessly: "But I really didn't kill it, you can check the fatal wound on Xuanyuan Chun's body!" ”

Autopsy? The first thought of everyone was that Xuanyuan Changqing would never agree.

"Good!" Xuanyuan Changqing said categorically: "Come on, bring Chun'er!" ”

All the disciples were secretly surprised, they didn't expect that Xuanyuan Changqing would be willing to let Xuanyuan Chun's corpse be exposed in front of everyone.

In particular, the six elders also felt surprised, and they felt very fresh about the decision of Xuanyuan Changqing, who had always had a good face.

Xuanyuan Changqing endured his grief and turned his back to Xuanyuan Chun's body, already in tears.

"Fifth Senior Brother, you come to check it yourself!"

"Yes, Pavilion Master!"

Sima Hong was once again entrusted with the important task of personally examining Xuanyuan Chun's fatal wounds.

"The wounds on Chun'er's body are very dense, there are burns, bruises, bruises, and bruises, but they are not fatal, and the last fatal wound is a sword wound, on the neck, heart, and abdomen, one wound is enough to be fatal, this murderer made three swords on Chun'er's body."

Sima Hong's face was full of shock, but he immediately raised Xuanyuan Chun's left hand: "Also, his left thumb has also been cut off!" ”

The hall is quiet.

How much does the murderer hate Xuanyuan Chun? He was tortured in every way, and even slashed at the corpse.

When Xuanyuan Changqing heard this, his body almost fell backwards, and his heart could drip blood.

"Chun'er, Dad will make the murderer suffer a hundred times the pain, you can go with peace of mind!"

Xuanyuan Changqing's body staggered around, and the old tears were crisscrossed, and he was supported by the third elder Liu Baoju on the side.

"Yun Qian, the swordsmanship you practiced in the Xianchen Pavilion was used to kill Xuanyuan Chun?"

Sima Hong asked sharply.

The fourth elder Song Yan had a violent temper, rolled up his sleeves and shouted angrily: "You little slut, which sect sent you?" If you don't recruit from the truth, Lao Tzu will make you regret being born from this world now! ”

Although Song Yan has a true temperament, he is also irritable and irritable, and his ears are soft.