"Sanyang, don't take out the soul searching needle in Mo'er's body soon!"

Xinyue Zhenren's status in the White Horse Pavilion is second only to the Venerable Master Chunyuan, she is in charge of punishment, and all the disciples in the temple do not practice disciple etiquette.

And the Sanyang Dao people, who have only one disciple in the Seven Sects, have declined in power, and are at the bottom of the nine veins, and they already have their peers coveting the position of incumbent elder.

"Mo'er?"

Sanyang Daoist was stunned, when did Xinyue become so close to that criminal?

"He killed my apprentice, and this soul search needle is the best evidence!"

"Sanyang, when do you still have to be obsessed? Just now Mo'er had the intention to spare my life, if it was really him who killed him, how could he be confused?" Xinyue Zhenren was not only persuading the Sanyang Dao people, but also persuading the elders of the White Horse Pavilion behind him. "Think about it, half a cup of tea, he has enough time to take off your and my heads, if it weren't for Sanyang, you would not have chased you to fight?"

Hearing that it was the soul search needle that was causing trouble in the prince's body, Mingbao and Bai Li immediately stepped forward to cut off the dog head of the Sanyang Daoist, but they were stopped by Gong Ju, "Wait, Mo'er's body is not like a soul search needle, but like the legendary Demon Sect Soul Devouring Needle, there is no corresponding method, you must not act rashly, this Sanyang is still useful, let's wait and see what happens!"

"But Zi Mo ...... him"

"Wait, wait!"

Gong Ju glanced at Master Chunyuan, this guy still hasn't made a statement, and he doesn't know what he thinks in his heart.

"Hmph! Xinyue Zhenren, you are too kind!"

Guang Pingzi stepped forward, flicked his long sleeves, and pointed at Wang Zimo with a half-zhang-long flat ruler in his hand and said, "If he didn't kill someone, then who killed him?" Who can kill all the twenty disciples of the White Horse Pavilion quietly?"

Everyone looked at the only living mouth - Yan Yefeng!

"Yi Feng'er's ability is almost hot!" Guang Pingzi was very clear about Xue Ping's ability, and he concluded that Yan Yefeng couldn't do it. "Besides, Feng'er is good at using a sword, I see that the wound on your disciple Mei Yeling's body was caused by a blunt object, and the rest of the disciples were also smashed by a blunt weapon, and the gangster just hit Sanyang's head with a black iron stick, isn't this clear?"

This feeling of being despised made Yan Yefeng extremely angry.

"These old immortals!"

Yan Yefeng remained silent with a face, and suddenly glad that he had disposed of the corpse before leaving. Since you say I'm weak, then I'll show you weak!

"I also believe that he didn't kill people!"

At this time, Master Chunyuan actually spoke, followed by the five elders behind him: "We also believe that he didn't kill people!"

Yan Yefeng was completely desperate, the protruding bridge of his nose trembled with his ears, thinking that he had misheard, and his eyes stared directly at Master Chunyuan, as if asking why?

He didn't understand, he didn't understand why Shizun would favor an inferior son of Baiyunguan when the evidence was conclusive.

Why?

Could it be that his apprentice's words made him scoff like this?

Wang Zimo curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, the spiritual platform is the place where a person's spirit is, and it is the hiding place of spiritual consciousness. At this time, the two soul-devouring needles were like maggots on tarsal bones, and like bloodthirsty leeches, trying to pass through the barrier of the spiritual platform and kill Wang Zimo's spiritual consciousness in the womb of the fetus.

Soul Eater Needle, the soul is devoured by thousands of rots!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Wang Zimo closed his eyes tightly, and a mouthful of thin teeth was about to be crushed. He thrust his hands into his hair, grabbed his scalp and slammed it to the ground, bang, bang, his forehead was hit into a bloody blur, but it still couldn't relieve the pain in his soul.

Black Iron Rod!

It's a black iron bar!

It swept away the aura outside the spirit platform, unable to suppress the erosion of the Soul Eater Needle.

Before you know it, the sky will dawn, the east will be white, the bright moon will fall in the west, and the stars will appear. The morning star led the morning glow to drive away the darkness, and the red shone on the miserable figure of the prince.

He finally raised his head and looked around. His flat forehead was covered with blood, and his black and white eyes were already covered by dirty blood and mud, and his mouth was wide open, breathing heavily.

Finally, he saw the figure of the Sanyang Daoist in front of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, and in his hand he was playing with the black iron rod he had just thrown out.

And behind the Sanyang Dao people, Yan Yefeng's faint pupils shrank, and he suddenly threw out a burden from his back.

The burden spread out in mid-air, and out of it was a fat calf with a cute look.

At the turn of night and day, the sky was gray, and the green and red shadows instantly attracted everyone's attention, like a sandbag, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

"Green Poisonous Cow!"

Someone exclaimed, "It's a cub!"

Looking at Yan Yefeng with a puzzled gaze, and based on the decision of the Venerable Chunyuan, the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion instantly isolated Yan Yefeng.

So that's it!

I didn't expect the thirty-third generation senior brother of the White Horse Pavilion to be such a person!

The last disciple's chatter instantly made up the brain of how Yan Yefeng harmed his fellow disciples, and it was even more vivid than reality.

"Today, I'll clean up the portal for Shizun!"

Lin Mingchang, the eldest disciple of the Master Chunyuan, suddenly drew his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Yan Yefeng's neck from afar, while his gaze was on the Venerable Master Chunyuan. If the master nodded, he would definitely kill Yan Yefeng as soon as possible and do things cleanly.

However, the Venerable Master Chunyuan never expressed his position.

Not only Lin Ming was stunned, but the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion were also stunned.

"Little junior brother, do you still remember this burden?" Yan Yefeng walked out unhurriedly, picked up the burden on the ground and sent it to Wang Zimo, "You forgot to bring it with you when you left!"

The green poisonous cow cub rolled in mid-air, and after landing, it rolled directly to Wang Zimo like a leather ball. The little eyes were green, staring at Wang Zimo's blood-soaked face and shrugging his nose, and then ran over happily and rubbed his cuffs affectionately.

"Moo Moo ......"

The poisonous cow cub had drunk Wang Zimo's blood, so he was naturally familiar with his taste. Besides, this guy still has the breath of a mother, and when he saw him this time, he thought his mother was by his side, so he made an intimate move.

"Wow!"

"What?"

The cloth bag that Yan Yefeng was carrying was the cloth bag that Wang Zimo used to hold dry food.

This cloth bag came from the White Horse Pavilion and was prepared by Ge Baoyu of the Good Deeds Hall for Wang Zimo. He originally wanted to prepare some fine noodle steamed buns for Wang Zimo and stuff a few roast fat geese. I didn't think about it, but I was politely declined by the prince, and then I reluctantly loaded the cake.

"Ge Baoyu, you come out for me!"

Yan Yefeng shook his head abruptly, and his sharp gaze pierced Ge Baoyu's heart, "Tell everyone, is this cloth bag for your junior brother?"

Mingbao's pupils shrank imperceptibly, and the secret path was not good!

He also recognized this cloth bag, it was indeed the bag of dry food that Wang Zimo was carrying, but he didn't expect it to fall into Yan Yefeng's hands.

"You ——!"

Wang Zimo suddenly recalled that this was taken by Yan Yefeng when he was holding the cake and wanted to share it with everyone. Now that all the people present are dead, no one can prove how the pocket got to Yan Yefeng.

Ge Baoyu shrank his head, walked out of the crowd very reluctantly, took the burden in Yan Yefeng's hand and pretended to look at it for a long time, and finally nodded and shook his head again.

"Ge Baoyu, what do you mean?"

Yan Yefeng glanced at Ge Baoyu with cold eyes, and suddenly frightened the big fat man.

"No, it's boring!"

"Boring?" Yan Yefeng's eyes widened, full of threatening charm.

"No, it's not boring, it's uncertain!" Ge Baoyu turned over the burden and looked at it again, "Each disciple of the White Horse Pavilion has such a burden, I did give one to Senior Brother Wang Zimo that day, but I'm not sure it's this one." ”

"Really?" Yan Yefeng gritted his teeth! "The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion have their own names tattooed on their bags, which are painted by their respective masters with Taoism, and they can't be erased at all, you look at this again, no one's name is written on it, I went to the utility and asked, only you received the burden today, isn't it?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Ge Baoyu nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. Even now, he can't hide it anymore. "When I think about it, it's indeed this baggage, and it doesn't have the name of the Taoist painting on it. ”

"Hmph, go back!" Yan Yefeng lowered his voice and threatened in a voice that only Ge Baoyu could hear: "If you dare to play tricks on me again, I will cut your fat next time!"

"It's still him!"

"We have wronged Senior Brother Night Peak!"

Wang Zimo once again became a disciple in the mouth of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion.

Thousands of people refer to, the golden stone is open.

In a situation where everyone is blinded, what can really be said to be false, and what is false is true.