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Wang Yunhai heard the angry shout, the long sword in his hand quickly stopped, and the panic on his face was fully revealed, and there were big drops of cold sweat dripping down.

The two of them heard the angry shout, and they were also surprised in their hearts: "Could it be that the head of Guansong Dao is here?"

A streamer of light came from far and near, in the blink of an eye.

He Ming looked at the dozen or so corpses on the ground, and roared angrily, "Bastard! Give me an explanation!"

Wang Yunhai would never have thought that this matter would actually alarm the acting head senior brother Heming, looking at his angry appearance, Wang Yunhai trembled: "Master...... Senior brother, there are many misunderstandings here, and they are completely ...... It's completely someone slandering me behind my back......"

The furious Heming had really seen the fight between Wang Yunhai and Xiaoyao just now, if he hadn't stopped it by speaking out, then there might be two more corpses on the ground. The short-tempered Heming couldn't listen to Wang Yunhai's explanation at all, and shouted loudly like a cannon: "Didn't you kill the dozen or so people on the ground? Where did those seven apprentices go? Did you really kill them as well? Do you know how bad the impact of this incident has on the Daomen? After living for so many years, your brain is muddy! It's like looking for death! If I don't kill you, how can this seat explain to the senior brother in charge? How can I explain it to the people of the world?"

A large number of horses' hooves sounded, from far and near. It is the master of the 36th hall.

Wang Yunhai is now terrified to death in his heart, he knows that although his apprentice was not killed by himself, but the dozen or so people in front of him are indeed dead at his own hands, and at this time, in the face of Heming, there are really a hundred mouths that can't be explained. Besides, Guansong Dao even dispatched the hall masters of the thirty-six halls, I am afraid that Heming really killed himself.

calmed down the anger in his heart a little, and said in a low voice: "Wang Yunhai, go back with this seat, about the rights and wrongs of this matter, whether there is someone behind you slandering you, this seat will naturally investigate clearly and give you justice." But these dozen people were all killed by you, do you want to pay for their lives?"

Wang Yunhai knew in his heart that Heming would really make himself a victim for the sake of the reputation of the righteous sect of Guansong Dao, and now the master is like a cloud, and he can't escape, so he can only follow Heming back first, and then think of another way to get out.

The plan in his heart has been decided, Wang Yunhai calmed down a little, and then said: "I will go back with my senior brother, but the treasures here are about to be born......

It's all caused by this treasure, it's okay that Wang Yunhai didn't mention it, but when he mentioned the treasure, Heming became even more furious, and flew up directly, kicking Wang Yunhai out more than ten feet away!

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Standing on the main peak of Wuyuan Mountain, the crane roared in the wind of the hunting mountain, and his body was as immovable as a mountain. Qingfeng and Qingqing stood respectfully behind them.

"You say, do you want to kill that bastard Wang Yunhai?" Heming spoke, and there was not much anger in his tone.

"According to the disciple's humble opinion, it is really not good to kill Uncle Wang. He has always denied that he killed seven of his disciples, insisting that he was slandered. I think there is probably another mystery behind this matter, and Uncle Wang didn't explain it clearly at all. Qingfeng thought for a moment and said.

Qingming took over the conversation: "Master, Uncle Wang's desire for profit was consumed, and in order to prevent others from seizing the treasure, he actually killed more than a dozen people, according to the disciple's opinion, for the reputation of Guansong Dao, Uncle Wang must pay for the lives of these dozen people." Qingming didn't look like pleading for Wang Yunhai at all.

Heming nodded, and said: "The other seventy-one hall masters have the same meaning as you, it seems that Wang Yunhai's behavior is really not very good on weekdays! Pass on my head order, tomorrow at noon, at the foot of Wuyuan Mountain, behead Wang Yunhai, and inform the world of this matter." Heming's brows furrowed, showing a hint of regret: "If it weren't for my hundred-year plan to view Songdao, this seat really couldn't bear to kill this capable guy." ”

"However, although Wang Yunhai is going to die, the person behind it has caused me to defile the name of Guansong Dao and almost ruined our great affairs! This seat will definitely not spare him! This matter should not be made of great fanfare, send someone down the mountain to hand over the portrait painted by Wang Yunhai to Wang Weidong, and let him investigate. ”

"Disciple has an order!" Qingfeng and Qingming immediately bowed and retreated.

"Senior brother in charge, aren't you out yet? Our brother has endured it for hundreds of years, do you want to wait any longer?" He Ming stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the rolling sea of clouds in front of him, his thoughts were churning, and his face was cloudy.

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"Have you heard, brothers? The day before yesterday, Guan Songdao had already beheaded that hall master to death in public!"

"I've seen it with my own eyes, it's a great master at the level of a martial arts master, Guan Song Dao said to kill it, said to clean up the portal, and support justice. With such a mind, this Guansong Dao is worthy of being a thousand-year-old faction!"

"After this incident, Guansong Dao's prestige in the hearts of the people is getting higher and higher!"

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"It seems that in order to maintain the reputation of his righteous sect, Guan Song Dao is really willing to spend money! Hmph, I think its plan is not small. However, this Wang Yunhai is planning to die well, quickly. Shui Xie played with the teacup in his hand, listened to the discussion of the tea guests, and the impression of Guansong Road in his heart began to change slightly.

"I'm afraid that Guan Songdao won't easily let go of me, the person who ruined their reputation, I hope that Wang Yunhai will not draw my portrait. Otherwise, it would not be easy to be secretly hunted down by this kind of avenue gate. Shui Xie pondered, and his right hand quietly untied the bun that had been tied up, letting the long hair fall down.

At this time, two days had passed since Wang Yunhai's subjugation, and the water pavilion had already left Wuyuan and was in Anping City. With such a big beam formed with Guansong Road, the water pavilion did not stop all the way, and rushed with all its might, and it has already crossed the two cities.

Anping City is already on the edge of Qi'an County, and after passing this city, it will reach the boundary of Anqing County. At this time, Shuixie did not know that Lu Dingyong, the prefect of Wujiang, had been promoted to the Taishou of Anqing County, holding the military and political power of a county.

In the past two days, the Water Pavilion has been running the Yang Dragon in the sky to the extreme, without slacking off at all. Yang Long's internal strength was constantly being consumed and replenished, and Shui Xie felt that after these two days of different cultivation, Yang Long's true qi was further filled, and his strength was infinitely close to that of a peak martial artist.

"I hope to reach the realm of martial arts before I reach Tianjing City, where there are so many masters, and the mere martial artists are too inconspicuous. Shui Xie estimated his strength, and thought secretly: "I'll leave this Anping City later, find a place where no one is in the wilderness to practice, and consolidate my realm, anyway, there are still more than two months before the start of the show conference, so don't be in a hurry." ”

Shui Xie pondered for a long time, then stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

In the corner of the teahouse, two business-looking people seemed to be quietly discussing something. Seeing the water pavilion stand up and walk out, the two hurriedly followed, staring at the water pavilion from a distance.

At the same time, in the place where the water pavilion fought with Wang Yunhai a few days ago, a man wearing a black hat on his head, carrying a black wolf skin on his shoulder, and shrouded in black, was quietly playing with a cyan bone spear in his hand, and the other two black-clothed masked men stood respectfully behind him. A faint voice came from under the black veil: "Treasures are born, sandpipers and mussels compete, fishermen profit... Guansong Road, Guansong Road..."

Suddenly, a loud eagle chirped through the sky, and a giant eagle with a pitch-black body as black as ink spread its wings and glided down, as if a dark cloud had descended from high in the sky, setting off a fierce wind.

The figure of the man in black was not affected by the strong wind in the slightest, and as soon as his body moved, he shook it and stood firmly on the back of the giant eagle, and the two subordinates behind him hurriedly followed.

The man in black was tall and tall, standing with his hands on the back of an eagle, and through the veil, he could see a pair of evil eyes that were enough to turn all beings upside down.

"Gale, go to Tianjing. The man in black said lightly. Immediately, the giant eagle spread its wings and quickly disappeared into the sky with the three of them.