(The brain is confused in the front, the law and the forensic evidence in the text are actually the same person, and now they have been changed to the law strict, please forgive me!)

Su Qing frowned, "Oh, what is Tang Ying's purpose?"

Xue Hongmei bit her lip with an open look, "Tang Ying said that his true identity is the right-hand man under the helmsman of the Midou Society, as long as the two major sects of Shaolin Temple and Longhu Mountain compete with each other, then the Midou Club will be able to profit and completely control this rebellion conference." ”

"There is such a thing!" Su Qing's face darkened a little, and he turned to look at Xiao Canglan, the hero of the Midou Society standing in the crowd, "Xiao Daxia, what Miss Xue said is true?"

Xiao Canglan stepped out with a sword in her left hand and said loudly: "Miss Xue may be telling the truth, but she doesn't know the actual situation. The helmsman of this association, Mr. Yuan, has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and will never send someone to carry out such despicable and obscene assassination methods. This Tang Ying has always liked to please Chief Helmsman Yuan, but Chief Helmsman Yuan despises him as a person and has always refused to include him under his command. In order to lead the Tang Sect to join the Midou Society, Tang Ying often did not wait for the consent of the helmsman Yuan, and then took it upon himself to do something that could not be laughed at. It is estimated that it was his idea to kill Master Feng this time, but he wanted to frame it for Chief Helmsman Yuan, which is simply ridiculous!"

Tang Ying heard that where could he bear it here, "Xiao Canglan, you ass seller, you dare to fall ...... Falling into the well......" A mouthful of blood arrows spewed out, and he couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground on his back, rolling his eyes.

Su Qing was about to cry out when he saw Tang Ying, and shouted to Feng Po: "Feng Gongzi, don't avenge your father yet!"

"Yes!" Feng Po had been staring at Tang Ying before, and at this time, listening to Su Qing's order, he immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, aiming at Tang Ying's neck and slashing it down.

Blood splashed, and a generation of Shu land heroes and secret weapon wizards died.

Feng Po carried Tang Ying's head to his father Feng Guhu's corpse and knelt down, crying loudly: "Thanks to the help of Master Fayan and Master Su, father, the child has avenged you!"

Everyone present was sad when they saw this, some of them had been old friends with Feng Gulu for many years, and their friendship was extremely deep, and they couldn't help but start wiping their tears.

"Amitabha!" Zen Master Fayan walked up to Feng Po, "Now that the truth of the matter is clear, the poor monk breathed a sigh of relief. The poor monk and Ling Zun have always cherished each other, and now the deceased is gone, and he can't help but tear his eyes, and unconsciously he has a skin. ”

Su Qing hurriedly said: "Master, don't be sad, the matter is still unresolved." Shoveling grass must also be eradicated, Tang Ying brought thirty Tang Sect disciples to participate in this conference, if these people are left alive, I am afraid it will be endless trouble. ”

With a wave of his hand, the crowd suddenly parted. Thirty Tang Sect disciples who were tied up with all kinds of flowers were escorted to everyone by many Jiangnan Perak Hall disciples, and these people all looked confused, completely unaware of why they ended up like this.

"Kill, kill!" shouted the first in the crowd.

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Zen Master Fayan listened to the shouting and killing, and frowned slightly, "The poor monks don't want to take care of this kind of killing, you can decide for yourself!"

When Su Qing heard this, he immediately made a decision, and said to the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall disciples who were in charge of escorting, "Don't do it yet!"

For a while, there was a burst of sword light, and thirty young heads rolled to the ground, staining a large area of snow in the center of the courtyard red.

Su Qing rolled up his sleeves and shouted at the martial arts heroes present: "The people in the Tang Sect are mean and insidious, and they dare to secretly harm fellow martial artists and stir up disputes among various factions. After conquering the Zhangjian Gate and subduing Liu Yu this time, we will go west to Shu and crusade against the Tang Gate!"

"Defeat the Tang Sect!" many people in the crowd soon shouted.

When Xue Hongmei saw this, she couldn't help but feel confused in her heart. This martial arts, which has always been unpredictable and thoughtful, suddenly became united and united for some reason, as if everyone was cast from the same mold, just waiting for Su Qing to give an order, he would point where to fight.

Fortunately, by testifying against Tang Ying, she has already made a statement of nomination in front of everyone. From now on, he can be regarded as a fellow martial artist, and he will no longer be treated differently by these people.

"Master Qiqi Fayan, Master Su Hall, the five elders of Emei have arrived!" At this moment, a disciple who was responsible for guarding the mountain gate suddenly came in to report.

The five elders of Emei, according to legend, were the unborn masters of the five factions of Emei. The five of them were all addicted to martial arts and lived in seclusion in the mountains for decades, which gave the Jinding Daoist the opportunity to unify the five factions. After the five factions of Emei were unified into one faction, these five people were regarded as the pillars of Zhenshan by the disciples of the Emei faction.

Legend has it that the five elders of Emei have reached the age of 100, and they have all realized the realm of Qi that stands out in martial arts.

As soon as Zen Master Fayan heard the arrival of the five elders of Emei, he hurriedly ordered the disciples to clean up the corpses on the ground, carry them to a distant place to bury them, and led Su Qing, Feng Po, Xiao Canglan and Xue Hongmei and other martial arts people to greet the five elders of Emei.

He walked out of the mountain gate and saw in the snow in the distance, there was a group of Emei disciples carrying a gilded vat, so his face was surprised.

At this time, several Emei disciples who were in charge of communication came over, and the person at the head had gray hair and a vicissitudes of life, claiming to be Emei outcasts, named Su Moshan.

Su Moshan bowed to Zen Master Fayan, "I've seen the abbot master of Shaolin Temple!" He pointed to the big vat carried by the Emei disciples behind him, "Inside the jar are the five holy masters of my Emei faction." ”

Zen Master Fayan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "The five seniors want to stay in the jar?"

Su Moshan smiled faintly, "The five holy masters have just cultivated to the realm of Qi, and they are afraid that the true yuan in their bodies will leak after being infected with the breath of the outside world, so they sit in the tank and walk. ”

Zen Master Fayan looked Su Moshan up and down, only to feel that this person spoke very frankly and uprightly. If there was any martial arts person just now, he would try his best to cover up the elders of his sect with words, and he would definitely not say such a thing as the truth.

He hurriedly ordered all the 2,000 disciples of various factions in the Zhenyue Palace to come out and line up in two columns on the side of the road to welcome the arrival of the five elders of Emei.

Su Moshan led the way in front, and more than forty Emei disciples behind him carried the gilded vat and drove into the Zhenyue Palace.

Boom!

When the vat hits the ground, the sound of gold and stone is sounded, and it will last for a long time.

Fayan Zen Master led two thousand martial arts groups to bow down in front of the vat, "The younger generation sees the five elders of Emei!"

After a while, there was no movement in the vat.

Fayan Zen Master had to bow again, "The younger generation sees the five elders of Emei!"

This time there was still no movement, so some people began to be dissatisfied, and began to complain at Su Moshan, who was the leader of the Emei faction. One of the Lingnan Sword Sect disciples stood up and shouted, "This person can't be a big vat to trick us all into having fun, right?"