There was a commotion in the crowd.

No one thought that after Sikong Han entered the hut and took a look, he was full of rage, and directly launched the most secret attack towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator with all his strength.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was even more confused.

He could only glance hurriedly towards the hut, and quickly took a few steps to avoid Sikong Han's terrible blow.

Sikong Han smashed his whole body to the ground.

A large, deep palm print suddenly appeared on the ground.

The strong wind was howling and blowing, completely blowing Bei Mingxiu's hair into chaos.

There was a pang in his chest.

It happened suddenly, and he didn't have time to attract the spiritual power condensed by heaven and humanity into his body, and at this time, he actually received a little hidden injury.

And Sikong Han's palm actually didn't hit it solidly, but it was just an attached strong wind, and it was done like this.

You can imagine how desperate he was when he slapped this palm.

His right palm was still sunk into the ground, and blood was in the bulging muscles.

It was the result of physical wounds.

And he didn't even have a moment to breathe, and his legs kicked towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator like a whirlwind, and each leg was aimed at the Northern Meditation Cultivator's vital point.

Although in the eyes of some martial arts cultivators, such as Liu Shang, Sikong Han's leg skills are not surprising, the power contained in it is definitely not something they can resist, even if it is only rubbed, it will definitely not be comfortable.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't know what was going on at all, so he took out the iron sword at his waist, unfolded the Cold Shadow Sword Technique to protect his body, and shouted: "Second village master, what happened?"

Sikong Han shouted violently: "You dog thief still dare to ask! You dare to kill my Fengyunzhai priest, Lao Tzu tore you with his hands!"

As he spoke, the strength of his legs continued to kick out, and there was no hindrance at all.

Bei Ming Xiu retreated again and again, and his arm was also hurt by the force coming from the sword, and with the support of encouragement, the iron sword did not let go.

He was a little upset.

Sikong Han's meridians are self-contained, and the cold qi of the Northern Darkness cannot easily invade, and it is not difficult for him to block Sikong Han's offensive with the Cold Darkness Sword Technique, but the difficult thing is to subdue him in a short period of time, and explain to this Erzhai master who has almost lost his mind.

The priest died in the hut, why did Sikong Han insist that he did it?

Pin?

Bei Ming Xiu sighed silently in his heart.

But he wasn't too worried about his situation.

Because Sikong Ming and Sikong Jing had already walked into that hut.

......

"Senior sister, the second village master said that Zhou Han was the murderer of the priest, did he mean that he found an opportunity to kill the priest, but it couldn't be him. Yuan Xue hid behind Si Xiang, watching Sikong Han attack the Northern Meditation Cultivator almost desperately, maybe she didn't notice it herself, in addition to panic, there was also a little worry on her face, "Although Zhou Han is not a good person, why would he kill an old man who has never been alive." ”

Si Xiangdai's eyebrows frowned into a good-looking arc, although she was focused on thinking, she also had a different charm, which caused Liu Shang, who was not far away, to lose her mind for a moment, and couldn't help but get closer.

After a while, she said to Yuan Xue, "Go." ”

Yuan Xue's eyes were still on the two of them who were fighting fiercely, and she said strangely: "Where are you going?"

"Look at the situation. ”

After saying this, Si Xiang grabbed Yuan Xue and swept towards the hut.

......

Sikong Jing and Sikong Ming looked at the scene in the hut, and their faces were extremely solemn.

The decoration in the hut was as solemn as in previous years, but the old man who should have walked out solemnly in this solemnity had become a cold corpse on the ground.

His whole body was covered with a layer of frost, and the expression on his face seemed to be helpless, as if he was resigned to his fate, and he should be a kind of death.

A trace of grief flashed in Sikong Jing's eyes, the Zhang family was in a single line, Lao Zhang sent a white-haired person to a black-haired person a few years ago, and then raised his four-year-old grandson alone, so he did not hesitate to re-do the position of priest who had not been done for more than ten years.

He is usually kind to everyone in the village, whether men, women or children, they all think that he is a kind and kind old man.

Unexpectedly, such an old man, who had never made enemies with anyone, would be killed in the priest's hut that he was very familiar with.

Sikong Ming stared at the frost that covered the old man's body, and already had an opinion in his heart.

He had seen the Northern Darkness Cultivation using the Northern Darkness Cold Qi attached to the sword and fought against Sikong Han.

But the frost covered the old man so conspicuously that it was deliberately intended to be seen by those who entered.

Sikong Ming pondered for a moment and said to Sikong Jing: "It's not that kid. ”

Sikong Jing nodded and said, "I'll leave it to you here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was no longer in the hut. Today's Literature Network

In Fengyun Village, he is the only one who can suppress Sikong Han.

If Zhou Han is innocent, he can't let him suffer unjustly.

He rushed out of the hut and just happened to pass the two women.

One of them wasn't enough to keep him focused for a moment, but the other, the strength in his body didn't seem to be weaker than his.

Sikong Jing returned to the altar again, and couldn't help but glance back at the hut.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and grabbed the back of Sikong Han's placket not far away.

Sikong Han's original attack was fierce, like a raging giant ape, but when he was grabbed by Sikong Jing, he was thrown out directly, and the momentum on his body was gone.

He looked stunned, and then shouted angrily: "Big brother, what are you doing!"

"The murderer is not this little brother. Sikong Jing spoke while facing the north meditation and bowed slightly, as if to express his apology.

Sikong Han shouted: "Big brother, this surnamed Zhou can play ice, isn't he who he is?"

Sikong Jing said: "The third brother said it wasn't him. ”

Shut up.

Bei Ming Xiu put his sword back into its sheath and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone committed murder in my Fengyun Village. Sikong Jing shook his head and said, "Since the little brother is innocent, why don't you come in and have a look, maybe there will be a little eyebrows." ”

Then he said aloud: "Your Excellency Priest has been harmed by people, if any of you distinguished guests can find out the real culprit, the three brothers of our Sikong family will do their best to seize the treasure of the Heavenly Desolate Valley for him." ”

......

The Northern Meditation Cultivator has a little more affection for Sikong Jing.

Not only because he stopped Sikong Han's indiscriminate attack on him, but also because of the words he left on the altar.

Especially when he saw the old man's death.

It is impossible for the locals of Fengyun Village to kill the priest, and it is impossible for the old man to leave so much frost on his body, and the murderer can only come from outside.

And Sikong Jing also showed his high strength that could almost crush everyone present, if anyone could get the help of the three brothers of the Sikong family, the so-called treasure of the Heavenly Desolate Valley could already be said to be in his pocket.

The cultivators all came to Fengyun Village for the treasure, and whoever the murderer was, he was put on the opposite side of everyone by Sikong Jing.

And he also owes the other party a favor because of Sikong Jing's help.

It's a lot of calculations.

However, Zhou Han also had to admit that the frost covering the old man's body was indeed condensed by extremely pure cold qi, although it was not as cold as the cold qi of the Northern Darkness, the difference was not too big.

He was about to reach out and try to touch the frost, but Sikong Han grabbed his hand and shouted angrily: "Lao Tzu still doesn't believe you, don't try to do anything." ”

Yuan Xue originally entered with Si Xiang, and at this time couldn't help but say: "Cold ice is such a thing, the frost and cold qi of our Snow Peak Sword Sect can be made at will, and the cultivators of the Water Attribute Law Sect can easily come to it, why do you hold Zhou Han with this point?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt that this was very inappropriate, and besides, why was she speaking for that bad guy?

She glanced at Si Xiang timidly.

Si Xiang didn't mean to blame her, he just pulled out the long sword at his waist and pulled a sword flower in the air.

The name of the sword is Qiushui.

The body of the sword is like a mirror.

A thin layer of ice condenses in the hut.

It was exactly what Yuan Xue said, the frost and cold qi of the Snow Peak Sword Sect.

Si Xiang didn't speak, but the meaning was obvious.

Condensing frost, Zhou Han can do it, she can do it, and those Fa Sect masters in Yuan Xue's words can also do it.

Then why do you hold on to Zhou Han?

Sikong Han's face was ugly, and he wanted to scold a few words, but looking at Si Xiang's cold and pretty face, he couldn't speak, so he had to turn his head angrily.

Sikong Jing said: "What this girl said is not wrong, Frost...... It really doesn't mean much. ”

Sikong Han was temporarily convinced, but he didn't apologize to the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Sikong Jing muttered: "Lao Zhang has no external injuries on his body, if the frost is a trick used by the murderer to cover people's ears and eyes, how did he kill Lao Zhang?"

Suddenly a voice came from the door.

"Master Sanzhai, this problem, please leave it to the poor road to deal with. ”

A young Taoist walked in slowly, saw that everyone was looking at him, and added seriously: "Poor Dao still has some eyesight. ”