Seeing the red-haired man making a violent move, the monk's face changed, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Flame Daoist, stop!"

As he spoke, his figure moved, and he was about to flash forward to stop the red-haired man.

It's just that it's obviously a little late.

Above the fist of the red-haired man, the billowing flames burned, and the blazing heat made the temperature in the small attic rise sharply.

And several monks who were sitting near the green-shirted scholar had already reacted at the moment when the red-haired man's figure disappeared and dispersed early.

Only Shen Yun, as if he didn't have time to react at all, still sat upright on the chair and did not dodge.

Seeing that the iron fist surrounded by pale flames was about to hit Shen Yun's head hard, Shen Yun's eyes flashed, and an astonishing cold suddenly erupted from his body.

I saw that his right hand was raised slightly, as if it was slow and urgent, and gently stretched out to the top of his head.

The next moment, an astonishing wave of qi, mixed with countless flames and ice chips, slammed into all directions, and the tables, chairs and furniture in the attic shattered.

When this astonishing wave of qi hit the walls around the attic, the four walls lit up, and although they shook endlessly, they did not collapse after all.

Suddenly, the attic was filled with a white mist.

And a ring on the hand of the man in the yellow shirt lit up, and suddenly a suction force came out, sucking all the flames and cold in the attic into the ring.

The next moment, the scene in the fog immediately appeared in everyone's eyes.

I saw that the scholar in green shirt, who was about 20 years old, was still sitting upright, and the chair under him was intact.

And the red-haired man, that is, the sect master of the Candle Flame Sect, still maintained the action of smashing his fist, but the flame iron fist was held by a seemingly weak white palm, unable to move a bit.

When everyone saw this scene, their faces changed, and they were all stunned in place.

Others may not know that everyone here has been in the Ning Kingdom for many years, and they have all heard of the name of the Flame Sect Master of the Candle Flame Sect.

It is rumored that its refining body is amazing, it has great power, and the fire path spell is even more perfect, and even refining the red flame beast fire of the "Red Flame Tiger", a pair of "Flame Fists" can no one stop it.

Now, the flame iron fist that struck out under the fury of the flames was actually blocked by a weak scholar who cultivated in the Naling period with one hand, and even the "Red Flame Beast Fire" was restrained by its ice attribute supernatural power, which was really unbelievable.

For a while, everyone had different thoughts, secretly guessing the identity of this green-shirted scholar.

At this moment, the scholar in the green shirt turned his head, looked at the red-haired man with a stunned face, and said with a smile.

"The temper of the Flame Sect Master is inevitably too hot, what, do you want to test the depth below?"

Although the red-haired man did not use all his strength, he also had five points of strength, but he was still blocked by the scholar in front of him lightly, and he was shocked in his heart.

At this moment, he has already made a move, and he has lost face, how can he be willing to give up.

When Lichen on the side saw such a scene, he was secretly frightened, but he was afraid that the red-haired man would make another move, so he secretly considered his words and wanted to come forward to persuade him.

But the green-shirted scholar slowly withdrew his right hand, stood up, bowed his hand to the red-haired man, smiled, and said sincerely.

"However, it is also fortunate that the Flame Sect Master has been merciful, otherwise, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured in the next place. ”

Seeing this, Lichen on the side also played a round field and said with a smile.

"Good, good, Flame Sect Master, this benefactor is also here to find out the case of the 'Murder of the King of Zhengxi', why should you be difficult for him to be a junior, and even make a temptation. In my opinion, why don't you just stop there?"

The red-haired man saw the respectful attitude of the scholar in the green shirt, and heard Monk Chen's words of persuasion, and his expression softened a little.

I saw that he slowly withdrew his right hand, and looked up and down at the scholar in front of him, and after a while, he flicked his sleeves and spoke.

"That's it, that's it, since you have some strength, this tenth seat will be given to you. ”

When Shen Yun heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he bowed his hand to the red-haired man, and then spoke.

"So, thank you Flame Sect Master. ”

The yellow-shirted scholar on the side couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the red-haired man stop.

It's just that the other six people have different faces, and they are even a little disappointed. However, these thoughts will naturally not be expressed on the face.

After the red-haired man stopped, he turned his gaze to look at the messy house, and spoke again.

"Now that the people have arrived, I will send a message to the prince of Ning Wangfu, let him come, and hand over the 'Son of Heaven Order' to us. ”

As he spoke, the red-haired man's hand flashed, and a "transmission note" appeared, and he was about to transmit the sound to the prince of Ningfu.

At this moment, from the staircase of the attic, a man with a resolute face walked in, but it was the eldest son of Ning Wangfu, Ning Chuan.

Na Ningchuan walked up to the attic and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the various pieces of furniture in the attic.

However, in the next moment, his complexion returned to normal, and he walked towards the red-haired man, with a sad look on his face, and spoke softly.

"Flame Daoist, the person I sent to pick up Senior Brother Fang from the Western Palace's Mansion has already rushed back to the mansion. It's just that...... , It's just that when the people in the palace arrived, Senior Brother Fang had already been killed. ”

When the red-haired man heard this, his face couldn't help but change, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, the red-haired man sighed, looked sad, and said softly.

"Master Fang's nephew...... , alas—"

Then, the red-haired man restrained the sad look on his face, regained his usual calm, and spoke slowly.

"Ning Shizi, I don't know where the body of my nephew is, when it is found, can any clues be left at the scene?"

Hearing this, Ning Chuan shook his head lightly and spoke.

"Senior Brother Fang should have been chased all the way and fled to a ruined temple, but he was still discovered by the enemy. His body was incinerated to ashes on the spot, leaving no clue. The person we sent to pick him up was also identified from a nail he left at the scene. ”

Na Ning Chuan said this, took out a brocade from his arms, and handed it to the red-haired man.

After the red-haired man took the brocade hand, he opened it, but it was a two-inch-long black swarthy bone nail.

Shen Yun on the side was shocked when he saw this bone nail, but his face was silent.

Because this bone nail is not something else, it is the "soul nail" that I am very familiar with.

When the red-haired man saw this nail, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he spoke in pain.

"Master Fang's nephew had broken an arm bone in his early years, which was difficult to reconnect, and later he had to meet a Taoist who had cultivated to a high level, continued his bones with bone nails, and cultivated hard, so that he could cultivate like he is today. Who would have thought that in order to investigate this case, Master Fang's nephew would be miserably killed by someone, which is really unfair. ”

Seeing the red-haired man's grief-stricken appearance, Lichen on the side twisted the Buddha beads in his hands, put his hands together, and opened his mouth to comfort.

"Flame Sect Master, people can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad. For today's plan, it is better to arrest the real culprit as soon as possible and avenge the tragic death of Master Fang's nephew. ”

The red-haired man nodded, distracted, and did not reply.

At this moment, Shen Yun on the side stepped forward, looked at the black swarthy bone nail in the red-haired man's hand, pondered for a moment, and said softly.

"Flame Sect Master, Senior Brother Fang is thoughtful, he left this bone nail, maybe there are any clues, maybe he can't say. ”

The red-haired man, as well as everyone on the side, were shocked when they heard this.