Xie Fengde suddenly remembered the doubts that Ye Zhitan, the senior brother of the Yanshan faction, had expressed when he taught a few juniors and sisters in the last article "Everything is scattered". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ye Zhitan said - "everything is scattered", if it is just "scattered", that is to disperse the form and spirit of illusion, in order to crack the illusion, but why everything is scattered, there will be some anti-devouring power? This anti-devouring power always seems to be inconsistent with the original intention of this article, I don't know if there is something missing in it, or what is more.

But since the generations of the Yan Shan faction, this is the last chapter, and Ye Zhitan can't think of a reason, so he has to give up.

Studying the "Yin and Yang Translocation" martial arts has never been what Xie Fengde cares about the most, and such a question has not left any impression in his heart. Decades later, when he met this true Yunmeng descendant, he had already forgotten Ye Zhitan's words, otherwise, he wouldn't have saved it until this moment - Shen Fengming's method of cracking his illusion might not be beyond his knowledge at all. The question that Yan Shan has never been able to answer, perhaps, the answer is in the "one source".

Regurgitation. It was only at this moment that Xie Fengde understood what a backlash was. After all, the essence of the confusion of form is form, and all forms must be reflected in people's eyes and reach people's hearts with the help of light and shadow - even this thunderous "a thousand shots" is no exception. And as long as it is light and shadow, it will eventually be blocked by one thing.

-- Mirrors.

Jun Li, who was standing behind Shen Fengming, also realized what kind of "shape" Shen Fengming had conjured up with those rising mist and strong sunlight. He suddenly thought of the name "Ming Spiegel" - the mental method that also swallowed the opponent with the power of counterattack in the last intention, in a sense, also had something in common with this "yin and yang translocation"?

It's the mirror. The great mirror made by illusion carried all the great power - it didn't have to carry it at all, because all the light and shadow were gone against the mirror, along with the sun that seemed to burn everything away. Although Shen Fengming no longer has a strong enough internal breath to carry the "Thousand Shots" equivalent to Xie Fengde, fortunately he still memorized this one-although this is one of the "Yin and Yang Translocation" martial arts, it has never really flowed into the last of the three branches because sex is forbidden-"Mirror of Nothingness".

Lou Qianshan's hand that clenched the hilt of the soft sword at his waist finally let go. The illusion mirror became a little dim after that, and she realized why Shen Fengming had asked a few of her people to stand on this side at the beginning. I don't know what it feels like to be eaten by a powerful internal force and scorched by the scorching sun? Even if Xie Fengde's death can't make up for her injuries that will never heal, she still sheds tears, wanting to cry right here.

Even the unintentional hatred of both sides was shocked by such a scene, and for a moment he forgot the words in his hand that shocked him in another way. He didn't believe those words - not in any way. But Lou Qianshan's appearance suddenly made him feel that maybe this was true.

It was a whole pile of statements about Xie Fengde's various bad deeds. The handwriting is not very good, like this person is not so good at writing, but he has copied several copies. In the past, today's everything, he didn't have to pay attention to it, because he also knew what kind of bad person Xie Fengde was, but he saw Lou Qianshan's name in it.

What Xie Fengde did to Lou Qianshan was clearly recorded in this way, and he only felt empty in his mind for a while, as if there was nothing. It was a long time before he slowly recalled the few intersections with her, the words she said. If there had been such a miserable past, if he had suffered such a tyrannical encounter, he did not blame her for concealing it, for what girl could tell such a person about herself?

He didn't dare look back. There were so many people, so many copies in their hands—each one with her name in it. Whether such a thing was true or not, he couldn't stand the many-stares that weren't there. The duel on the stage has not yet ended, and the group of heroes has not yet had time to associate Lou Qianshan, Xie Fengde's apprentice mentioned in the manuscript, with which figure, but they are still trembling unintentionally. The breathing was becoming short, as if it was shame, as if it was heartache, but I didn't know who it was for.

Did they see it too?—Daddy, Thorn, Aunt Su, and even Uncle Xiang—did they all see it? Will they also believe that Qianshan is really such an innocent girl? Will they always look down on her, never want to believe that Qianshan is really-really not what they imagined?

He clutched the paper in his hand. Had it not been for the darkness of the place where he was standing by the glow of the scorching sun, he might still be caught up in the chaos of self-talk and conjecture. He raised his eyes, and the outcome of the duel was shocking to him. Although he hated Shen Fengming deeply, if everything he hated about him was not the truth—at least not the whole truth—then should hatred really still exist?

He stood dazed, dazed. The phantom mirror is fading, and the daylight is gradually returning to brightness. Is Xie Fengde dead? The phantom mirror blocked back the power he struck out with all his might, along with the last "Ten Fingers Gathering Eight Desolations". Xie Fengde is defenseless, he should definitely die.

When the light and shadow return to their original state, the water vapor in the cup, which was hidden by illusion, really begins to evaporate and scatter. But that--but the ground before the dust settled, on that platform--how did it seem like there was one more person? Shen Fengming shouted at everyone to "don't come to death", but -- how did this person go up?

The crowd gradually saw the extra figure clearly, and the sound of "poof" sounded again. This figure is none other than the old nun who has just appeared and spoke.

I saw blood leaking from the corner of her mouth, as if she was not lightly injured, but she was standing, so it should not be a big problem. Xie Fengde's face was like gold paper, obviously seriously injured and difficult to stand, depressed and about to fall, although he escaped with his life, he was frightened and unable to speak.

"You--are a member of the Yanshan faction?" Shen Fengming was also surprised by this uninvited guest. In order to seize the time and earth at this time, he used the "Mirror of Nothingness" to deal with Xie Fengde, and fought with him for a long time with injuries, but in fact, he was already a little overwhelmed, and now the qi around his body was scattered, and he suddenly encountered a strong enemy again, and he didn't have the strength to stretch up for a while. He was shocked that the great power of the Ink Cloud Dance, which had been turned back by the phantom mirror, had broken through the hands of a strange old nun, and that she had used the only possibility - "everything is scattered".

Although the old nun was injured, he still said to Shen Fengming, and his voice was gentle: "The poor nun has been away from the master for a long time, and he doesn't dare to call himself a disciple of the 'Yan Shan Sect' anymore, but ...... The three branches are combined into one today, and the poor nun still respectfully calls the son the sect leader, and begs the sect leader to show mercy to the sect leader, so that he can hand over Senior Brother Xie to the poor nun to take away. ”

Shen Fengming was secretly on guard, and said, "He is your junior brother?" -- Since the master said that he no longer dared to call himself a disciple of the Yan Shan faction, how could he still be your junior brother?

Old Ni was silent for a moment. "The poor nun originally came to Xie for a matter sent by Yan Shan to find Xie Senior Brother to make an end, and what the sect leader said, the poor nun didn't know about it, and it was also rumored during the banquet - I just heard about it. ”

"Passed on during the banquet?" Shen Fengming suspiciously turned his gaze to the so-called banquet of the old nun—there, the hard-written manuscripts were still being circulated.

"Show me. He realized that most of what he was saying was not a trivial matter, and seeing that the closest place to him was only those things in his hands, he took two steps forward and stretched out his hand. Shan had no intention of handing it over to him, so he stepped back and moved his hand away.

"Is this not what the sect leader meant?" the old nun seemed to be a little surprised, "What is written above is nothing more than some misdeeds of Senior Brother Xie over the years - the poor nun originally thought it was the sect leader......"

"Me?" Shen Fengming turned his head and sneered, "I want to." Looks like there are other people who know what he's like—"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Lou Qianshan in this moment. Is it her? The person who hates Xie Fengde the most should be her. But she had never left here since the beginning of the three branches, and she should not have had a chance to do anything. What's more, she didn't know her plan for today, and just letting out some rumors would kill Xie Fengde.

"Sect Leader Shen, dare to ask, this Senior Xie - are these things true or false?" Jiang Yixin heard the two of them talk about this matter, so he raised the two pieces of paper in his hand and asked, "Wait for me to think, well, thirty-one years ago in Lu'an, killed people." Twenty-eight years ago, in Hexi, they abducted the only daughter of the local sand scorpion gang leader, Wu Mo, and then raped and killed her, and abandoned her in the wilderness, and the body of the Wu Mo girl was eaten by vultures and wild wolves, and the situation was unbearable; 23 years ago, in Bazhong, more than 30 civilians in Yangjia Village were killed, just to kidnap two young girls in the village, whose whereabouts are unknown, and I am afraid that they will also be poisoned in the future; 18 years ago, in Bazhong, they killed more than 30 civilians in Yangjia Village, just to kidnap two young girls in the village, and the whereabouts of the two girls are unknown, and I am afraid that they will also be murdered in the future; 18 years ago, in - "

"Don't read it yet. Shen Fengming interrupted him, "Today, Xie Fengde and I have a sect that needs to be settled, as for these things, even if Brother Jiang is asking each other now, but the matter is far away, it is difficult to find traces, I dare not judge the truth or falsehood out of thin air, and we can only answer after the investigation is clear." ”

"This ...... Hehe, that's right, what happened twenty or thirty years ago, Sect Master Shen naturally didn't know, but ...... But there is also a recent incident written here, which the sect leader may not know, but ...... This matter is related to a young female disciple of Senior Xie. ”

His voice was half-down, and his eyes had already found Lou Qianshan's back, "This girl from the Langshan faction should be mentioned here...... Miss Lou Qianshan, right? It says that five years ago, Miss Lou also ...... cough, I have also been bullied by him, I don't know if it is true? If it is true, I am afraid that the other things are also true, Shen Sect mainly cleans up the portal, and we naturally feel fair. ”

Lou Qianshan's body was already trembling slightly. As she listened to the counts, she had a hunch that her name might be among them. She was grateful to Shen Fengming for stopping Jiang Yixin before he could believe in him, but Jiang Yixin didn't let him go after all, and wanted to distinguish the truth of that thing with herself in front of the public, in full view of everyone-just for the sake of their so-called justice and fairness.