Even if there was already an uproar in his heart, in the dark, the more calm he was at the critical juncture, the calmer he was, won a lot of points for Jia Jia, Jia Jia gradually calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, let's take a look first!"

Although Jia Jia is light, but with a firm voice that cannot be ignored, I have to say that the fiery personality of Zhan Hongxian really quieted down, as if he had found the backbone of the heart, staring at Jia Jia stupidly.

The two of them came all the way to the lobby of Tai'a Peak, and almost at a glance they saw Gu Lang standing in it, and his back was upright.

But that Ye Qingge lowered his head and stood with Gu Lang, the two matched in height, and it seemed that there was an indescribable sense of being right for a moment.

"Ye Qingge, someone heard you shout Gu Lang, is this matter true?" The person who sat on the asking question was a male cultivator who Jia Jia had never seen before, and his face was full of majesty.

"Who is he?" Jia Jia couldn't help frowning, and asked Zhan Hongxian on the side.

"I haven't seen it either. I heard that it is a monk who has practiced to the point of being out of the body, and his surname is Rong. Zhan Hong pursed his lips dissatisfiedly and said, "Even the head has to give him three points." ”

Ye Qingge lowered his head and shouted as if he was a little impatient: "What Gu Lang didn't care about Lang, I don't remember." ”

"Oh, come on!" Rong Zhenren pointed with a blank hand and pointed to a foundation disciple beside him, who was also full of embarrassment, "Brother, the disciple just heard Senior Sister Ye shout Gu Zhenren's name, and he didn't see anything else." ”

That's enough. Monk Na Rong glared at Gu Lang angrily, "The evidence is conclusive, do you still want to deny it?" Even if Miao Tong Chan is not good, he is the only descendant of Uncle Miao's lineage. It's just because of emotional disputes. That's how you did it. How can you be the heir of my Kunlun Slashing Divine Sword?"

"Uncle Rong, Gu Lang's Divine Sword has passed the seventy-two levels, and he transferred his account in front of the Distant Mountain Master Ancestor and my Kunlun Qixiu Tablet, this matter cannot be questioned. Mei Qihe's face on the side was not very good-looking.

"I heard that you Mei Qihe and Qin Ya have a very good relationship with their master and apprentice, even if you are the head of Kunlun, you must be favoritism, this matter, you Mei Qihe is not convenient to meddle. That Rong Zhenren sneered, "Gu Lang." The evidence of your murder is conclusive, but you still want to deny it?"

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't make an appointment with Ye Qingge, and I stayed on the Tibetan Sword Blade all night and didn't come out, I dare to swear by the demon in my heart on this matter. Gu Lang said coldly, "No is no, does Rong Zhenren want to bend into a move?"

I have to say that even if Gu Lang is in such a situation, there are still many people who are optimistic about him, among which there are many foundation building monks. Many people whispered.

"Before the hair grows, you dare to talk nonsense?" said Rong Zhenren. Stopping the onlookers, the Zhuji monk looked at Mei Qihe, "What do you say about this?"

"He swore by the demon in his heart, presumably this matter ......" Mei Qihe had a faint dissatisfaction in his eyes, even if this Rong Zhenren was an out-of-body cultivator, he was the current head of Kunlun, what did it mean to yell at him in front of these juniors.

"Mei Qihe, if you can't deal with it impartially, you deserve to be in this position, I Kunlun has someone to sit in this position!" Mei Qihe was even more angry, his fists and muscles burst out, what kind of thing was he Rong'an, it was really unbearable.

Before he could speak, a female voice interjected, his steps were flustered, obviously he had just heard the news and hurried over, and as soon as he spoke, he was the usual cynicism: "Uncle Rong is so Yaxing, he actually took care of the affairs of my Kunlun junior, don't you practice well, what's the fun?"

"Yan Jin'er, you restrain yourself in front of the old man, do you still have a good reputation outside?

"You are so long-lived, you suddenly came to take care of my Kunlun junior's affairs, and you can't usually beat a fart, but now you are so enthusiastic, you can't help but wonder, this junior called Miao Tong Chan was not killed by you, and you still want to buckle the basin on Gu Lang. A handful of old people rely on the old and sell the old, and come here to draw their feet, it is better to ponder the way of immortality if you have such thoughts. Yan Jin'er bit her silver teeth, and her mouth was sharp, and her vulgarity was shocking.

"Bastard, that's how your master taught you the rules back then?" Rong An didn't want to stop at all, but instead forced each other, "If it weren't for his fall, the old man would really want to ask him for an explanation." ”

"Do you want to see my master?" Yan Jin'er suddenly snorted, "Yes, my master has already fallen and died in Huangquan, if you want to see him, there is only one way, it is better to ......"

"Bastard!" Even Jia Jia couldn't help but feel that Yan Jin'er's skill to provoke the monk in front of her was really unique, and that Rong Zhenren suddenly had a Buddha with wide sleeves, attacked Yan Jin'er, and scolded, "With you as an unfilial disciple, the master is also unlucky!

With a blow under his anger, Yan Jin'er, who hit him directly, took a few steps back, and retreated straight to the front of Jia Jia and Zhan Hong's tears, and then stood still, coughed lightly, Jia Jia's eyes were sharp, and he clearly saw the shocking red of Yan Jin'er's palm, and under the palm of Rong Zhenren, Yan Jin'er was actually injured internally.

But Yan Jin'er obviously didn't want others to know, so she put her hands behind her back, looking indifferent, only Mei Qihe asked worriedly: "Senior Sister Yan, does it matter?"

"Hehe!" Yan Jin'er smiled mockingly, "You are so anxious to send the successor of my sect who has spent a lot of effort to cultivate to the Nine Netherworld Prison, don't you have a ghost in your heart?" Yan Jin'er raised her eyes and looked around, hooking the corners of her lips to Rong An, "I think this person was actually killed by you, and you want to push it on Gu Lang." It was calculated that Qin Ya, the first person of my generation, was not in Kunlun, so he attacked his disciples like this, and his behavior was really outrageous. ”

"Then Miao Tong Chan didn't get in the way of the old man, why did the old man want to kill him?" Rong An stared at Yan Jin'er angrily

"That uncle is so Yaxing, what kind of fun did you come out to join?" Yan Jin'er raised her eyebrows at Rong An unscrupulously and provoked, "I Kunlun has a master, what do you mean by this? Even if the head is not there, are you a fart when we are the fifth elder?

Vulgar, but the image is okay, even in such a serious scene, the onlookers have people who can't help laughing.

"Of course this matter ......" Na Rong An said halfway, but suddenly silenced, as if he realized that he had leaked his mouth, he immediately stopped, and only said, "Qin Ya has a special identity, Gu Lang is not an ordinary Jindan monk, and this matter is also related to the only bloodline of Uncle Miao, this is no longer something you and a few others can call the shots." Na Rong An said, and suddenly bowed to the southwest, "I have reported this matter to Uncle Miao, and I must not simply forget it!" )