Wen Daoren looked at the closed hall with a gloomy face, his eyes turned to look at the disciples guarding the hall gate, changed the gloom on his face, and said with a smile, "I don't know how long the Shen Sect Master's retreat usually is?"

The disciple at the head looked embarrassed, "It's hard to say, after all, this is the first time I have closed the hall since I became a disciple, and it is said that I have not closed the hall for thousands of years, so this time is really hard to say!"

Hearing that there was something bad in the hearts of Daoist people, Guan Dian? Or a move that had never been seen in thousands of years, could it be that Shen Honglei noticed something?

It's not easy!

The Hearing Daoist pondered slightly, and then asked, "Since that's the case, then Elder Ben won't be embarrassed for you!"

"But I still have one more thing to ask, where is that Elder Yan Zheng now after he came back? I would like to pay a visit to see if this Westlake Academy really has the qualifications to pass the first evaluation!"

When this sentence came out, let alone the disciple who was the leader, even the disciples in front of the entire hall looked at Wen Daoist with a very strange look.

Two disciples in the back were already whispering, "There's something wrong with this Elder Wen! Why don't you even know the previous Yan Zheng?"

"yes, you see that, too?"

"But the master of the door is in retreat!, what should I do?"

"Why don't you go and inform the master of your door?"

"I'll go, be careful!"

One of the disciples suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, "No, no, my stomach hurts, go to the toilet first, you can help me look at the position!"

The other two disciples waved their hands at him, "Go, go, go early, go back early!"

Wen Daoist glanced at the disciple who was trotting towards the side of the main hall with his stomach covered, and he didn't care, just looked at the disciple in front of him with a smile.

The disciple naturally also saw the actions of his fellow disciples, smiled unnaturally, looked at Wen Daoren and said apologetically, "Elder Wen, how do we know this, we are here to watch the temple gate, it will take a long time to change the shift, but you can go and ask Elder Jia, Elder Jia came back with Yan Zheng before, he must know!"

Another disciple also chimed in, "Yes, yes, Elder Jia must know!"

Wen Daoist sighed and expressed regret, "Okay, then I'll go find Elder Jia!"

He turned around and was about to leave, when his steps suddenly stopped.

The hearer suddenly remembered the scene when an elder had left with a young man.

He turned his head and suddenly continued to ask the disciple from before, "Before, Elder Jia said that he wanted to prepare a gift for me, and I said that if my heart is ready, I am very interested in the gift he said he would give me, do you know what gift he will give me?"

The disciple subconsciously shook his head, "I don't know, what kind of gift Elder Jia will tell us!"

But as soon as those words came out, the disciple's face turned pale.

This is tantamount to telling the Daoist in front of him in disguise that the elder who left just now is Elder Jia.

In this way, then the person that Elder Jia was carrying was very likely to be Yan Zheng.

But they just said that they didn't know where Yan Zheng was, that was a contradiction!

The Taoist turned around abruptly, looked at the disciple fixedly, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"How did you find out? I think it's seamless!"

"However, since you have found it, then you can't keep it, in case something goes wrong, it won't be good!"

Wen Daoren said with a smile, but his body was already exuding a vigorous murderous aura.

Those murderous auras were like substances, forming a field around him, pressing those disciples speechless.

I don't know how many murderous auras have been condensed, making the faces of those disciples pale and their eyes full of despair.

This fake Daoist cultivator is too strong, they are not opponents at all!

However, you can't just sit back and wait!

Those disciples drew their long swords at their waists one after another, pointing at the "Wendao Man".

"Wen Dao Man" smiled, and a cold light flashed in his hand.

After just a few breaths, heads flew up in the air.

Pillars of blood erupted from the broken neck and spilled onto the ground, the headless corpse lying in a pool of blood.

The "Hearser" took a white handkerchief and wiped the black sword in his hand.

The blood-stained white handkerchief fell into a pool of blood and became blood-red, producing a strange beauty under the poignant sunset.

"Killing people is really an art!"

The "Hearer" sighed and looked up into the distance.

This direction is the direction in which Jia Xuwen left with Yan Zheng.

"Elder Jia, Yan Zheng, tsk, I even let you escape when I went out, hey! Failed! Defeated at the hands of such a scumbag disciple!"

"My performance should be flawless!

The "Wen Dao Man" rubbed his brows in distress, and the black long sword in his hand suddenly turned around and slashed towards the door of the main hall behind him.

I only heard a loud "bell"!

The door of the main hall was not damaged in the slightest, not even a single slash.

"Wen Daoren" sighed again, "Really, even the master of the sect can see that he chose this time to retreat, is my acting skills really so bad? It looks like I'm going to be scolded again!"

The voice of the last sentence was neither male nor female, and it looked extremely strange against the face of the old Taoist.

As his voice fell, his black long sword changed in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into an ordinary long sword, floating in the air.

The "Wendao Man" jumped up slightly, and flew straight in the direction that Jia Xuwen had left before.

At this moment, a disciple flew in with several people from the other side.

"Master Yu, I dare to pack the ticket, that Elder Wen is fake, Elder Wen will not fail to know Elder Jia and Elder Yan, but every word he says shows that they don't know each other, Elder Jia and Elder Yan left in front of him before, and later asked where we are!

That disciple was the same disciple who had pretended to have a stomachache and left.

And the leader of the several people who followed him was the master of the Guixiang Gate.

Because the matter reported by this disciple was too important, Yu Wei directly brought several elders of his noble sect to identify it.

But when they came to the main hall of the temple, they saw corpses lying in pools of blood.

"No!Senior Brother Hao!Senior Brother Lin!" The disciple screamed and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, "I'm late!"

Yu Wei glanced at the elders he brought with a solemn face.

Something is wrong!