Zhou Lang was in a very bad mood, a few days ago, he learned that a foreign monk was asking for a fourth-level poisonous toad with a lot of money, so he and several fellow disciples worked together to catch a poisonous toad and sold it to the other party for five thousand spirit stones.

Seeing that the other party was alone and wealthy, he had a crooked idea, and cooperated with two fellow disciples, intending to kill people and seize wealth, who knew that the other party had domesticated three third-level spirit beasts, and he saw that the situation was not good, so he could only escape with a weapon.

In order to survive, he left two of his fellow disciples to attract firepower, and he escaped with an intermediate golden light talisman.

On this day, he went to Fang Market with two apprentices, intending to buy some pills in the Qingdan Pavilion opened by the sect, but who knew that the pills were sold out and were out of stock for the time being.

In desperation, he could only walk downstairs.

As soon as Zhou Lang returned to the hall, a young man with a delicate face greeted him and said respectfully: "Master, someone sent you a transmission note, saying that there is something important.

After speaking, the young man took out a transmission note from his arms and handed it to Zhou Lang.

"What is important, who sent it?" Zhou Lang frowned when he heard this, and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, he asked the disciple by name to give you the transmission note, and after handing the transmission note to the disciple, he left," the young man said, shaking his head.

Hearing this, Zhou Lang took the transmission note from the young man's hand.

He glanced around, but didn't see anything suspicious.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Lang walked into a teahouse and asked for a side room for the young man to stay outside.

After closing the door, he crushed the transmission note, and a familiar man's voice suddenly sounded: "Master, Master Li of Zizhu Peak is waiting for you in Peach Blossom Valley, saying that there is something important to discuss, if you don't come, he will accuse you of killing innocents indiscriminately, and I hope that the master will come quickly." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Lang's face sank, this voice Zhou Lang couldn't be more familiar, it was the voice of his other disciple Liu Jie.

It stands to reason that Liu Jie is his disciple and should not lie to him, but he found a flaw in Liu Jie's words.

Zhou Lang didn't have many friends in Zizhufeng, and there was only one Li Ming surnamed Li, who had been killed a few days ago.

This incident, many people know, after Zhou Lang escaped, he went back to Fang City to move the rescuers, but unfortunately when he rushed back to the scene of the crime, the murderer was nowhere to be found.

Liu Jie also mentioned this person when he knew that Li Ming was dead, indicating that he did not say this voluntarily, and it was very likely that someone else forced him to say it, otherwise, Liu Jie could tell him about it in person, and there was no need to use a transmission note.

"Who forced Liu Jie to say this!" Zhou Lang thought to himself in his heart, and the faces of several suspects flashed in his mind.

To force Liu Jie to say this, it is very likely that it is a foundation building monk, and the other party obviously does not know that Li Ming is dead, otherwise it is impossible to give him a transmission note full of loopholes.

"It can't be him!" a figure appeared in Zhou Lang's mind, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

He thought about it and felt that it was too risky to go to Peach Blossom Valley, so it was better not to go, as for the life of his apprentice Liu Jie, he didn't care about it at all.

However, Zhou Lang thought about it, Peach Blossom Valley was located on the periphery of the Cuiyun Mountain Range, only a few hundred miles away from the Qingdan Gate, and he could report it to the sect, saying that he had found the murderer of Li Ming and used the power of the sect to arrest this person.

Thinking about this, Zhou Lang opened the door, left the teahouse, and went straight to the Fang City Management Office.

Not long after, Zhou Lang left Fang City with five monks in the late stage of foundation building, and the imperial weapon flew towards Peach Blossom Valley.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Lang and his party came to the sky above Peach Blossom Valley.

"Senior Brother Zhou, what about the person you are talking about?" a tall middle-aged man stood on a cyan painting scroll, glanced at the Peach Blossom Valley below, and said with a frown.

"It should be here, this is what one of my disciples said personally, he may have hidden," Zhou Lang said with some uncertainty.

The six of them had already used their divine senses to sweep the neighborhood, but they didn't find anything.

"Hey, there's a person in the Peach Blossom Forest," a tall, thin man in a yellow shirt whispered, pointing to the Peach Blossom Forest below.

Following the gaze of the man in the yellow shirt, he saw an immortal cultivator wearing a cloak appear in the peach blossom forest.

Seeing the six people in the air, the immortal cultivator wearing a cloak ran away.

"Chase," the middle-aged man saw this, pinched the trick with one hand, and the cyan painting shaft under his feet suddenly burst into blue light and chased after him.

Seeing this, the others also chased after them.

At the moment when the six of them stepped into the peach blossom forest, a huge blue light curtain suddenly appeared, enveloping the six of them inside.

At the same time, a large white mist appeared out of thin air, obscuring the view of the six people.

"It's not good, there is an ambush, everyone be on guard," the middle-aged man's face changed when he saw this, and he hurriedly shouted loudly.

As soon as the words fell, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and hundreds of giant wind blades of length flashed out of the mist and headed straight for the six people.

Seeing this situation, the six of them cast spells to protect them, or crushed the talisman seal, or sacrificed defensive magic weapons, or chanted words in their mouths.

There was a chaotic sound of "bang" and "bang", and hundreds of giant wind blades were blocked by all six people.

But in the next moment, a black dragon more than ten zhang long flew out of the mist and rushed straight towards the six people.

At the same time, two black bats the size of two zhang and a dozen cyan giant eagles of the size of a dozen zhang also flew out of the clouds and mist, quickly swooping towards the six people.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the six people changed greatly, and Zhou Lang was even more frightened, he knew that the other party had domesticated so many spirit beasts, and he didn't dare to come here to kill him, but now it's too late to say anything.

Zhou Lang pinched the trick with one hand, and the cyan banana fan under his feet quickly landed, and he took out a soil escape talisman and was about to slap it on his body.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and an immortal cultivator wearing a cloak suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Lang, and a black fist slammed into Zhou Lang's chest.

With a "bang", Zhou Lang suddenly flew upside down, hit a peach blossom tree hard, and fell to the ground, his face turned red, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could react to what was going on, Wang Changsheng appeared in front of him, raised his right hand, and a golden iron rope flashed out, entangled Zhou Lang to death.

As soon as Wang Changsheng grabbed Zhou Lang, there were a few "bang" and "bang" sounds, and two middle-aged men fell from the sky, and two blood holes were scratched out of their heads, and the blood flowed endlessly, and there was no breath at all.

Because the Qingdan Gate was not very far from here, Wang Changsheng didn't dare to delay for too long, and ordered the spirit beast to speed up.

It didn't take long for several screams to sound one after another, three men fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, two of the men were full of holes, bleeding nonstop, and they died the moment they landed, and the remaining tall middle-aged man broke an arm, bleeding nonstop, and his face was extremely pale.

"What kind of person is Your Excellency, who dares to attack our disciples of the Qingdan Sect," the middle-aged man endured the severe pain and said with some annoyance.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng ignored him, raised his right hand, and several golden silk talismans came out of his hand, turning into countless tiny golden wires, tying the seriously injured middle-aged man into a strong knot.

Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand and made a move, and the two bloodthirsty spirit bats and the little black bat turned into three black lights, flew into the spirit beast bag and disappeared, as for the dozen cyan giant eagles, they turned into more than a dozen cyan runes and fell into his hands.

Wang Changsheng put the three corpses into the storage bag, put away the array flag, crushed a soil escape talisman, and disappeared into the ground with Zhou Lang and the middle-aged man.