All said and done. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Luo Yifei lowered his head, and his ears still seemed to echo Gu Qianli's words when he left: "Offended the two, it's really a fool Gu Qianli!"

The people around them fell silent, and almost everyone guessed the implication of the name.

"Really Hun Gu Qianli, the real person is a lonely soul for thousands of miles!" Fei Zhenzi smiled bitterly, pulled Luo Yifei up from the ground, and said helplessly: "In this way, it's no wonder that you, with the devil's kung fu, even as a teacher, I can't resist it, but he has a good heart this time, leaving your life to pass the word!"

"Good, good, good! Dao Chief, isn't it the majesty of the devil and extinguished his arrogance!" Master Yikong said slowly with a sullen face.

"Which one of those tents can kill Fei Yaozi in one move!" Fei Zhenzi said with tears in his eyes and grief and indignation.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one answered for a while.

"The Taoist Chief's words are wrong, even if we are defeated alone, but we can definitely defeat that demon with the strength of everyone!"

"yes.."" It's just—" The rest of the people nodded their heads, and Master Yikong's tense face eased.

"Ahh

"It is inevitable to bring that demon to justice and give the martial arts justice! What did the old man see, what did everyone think?" Seeing that everyone was united, Master Yikong suddenly perked up and sat back in the position of the leader of the martial arts.

"Yes...", "Yes...", everyone's emotions also rose, as if Ji Xuexin had given up resistance, just waiting to be tied up by the five flowers.

"Pap-papa-pap-" There was an abrupt applause outside the tent, but no one heard a word. Master Yikong's face sank, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart, leading everyone out.

"What a common enemy!" the man outside the tent praised him, but his face was full of sneers.

"It turned out to be the head of the wind! I'm waiting to discuss..."Wu Mingzi saw that it was the wind in vain, and stepped forward with a smile.

"Needless to say, since the thief has escaped, what is the next step?" He also bowed his hand to Master Yikong.

"Kongtong, the disciples of the two factions in Qingcheng have already gone to pursue!" Fei Zhenzi said lightly.

"Master Feng, the pursuit is all up to you!" Although Master Yikong has superb martial arts, he is not good at coordinating and commanding, and at the moment, the people of various sects are like headless flies, and they are at a loss. Feng Bu made such a suggestion, wouldn't he just be in the right place! So he threw this hot potato into Feng Bu Vain's arms.

As soon as these words came out, the people around them cast dissatisfied eyes, as if they were complaining about Yikong's sloppiness. But the righteous empty people, as their name suggests, really swept away in the face of silent accusations, not only that, but they were not angry in their hearts: If I hand over this errand to you, will I be effective!?

"Okay!" Feng Bu seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and agreed. Everyone only felt that the white light flashed in front of them, and the wind had jumped on the top of the tent, and said seemingly casually into the distance: "The people of all factions listen to the order..."

The disciples of the various factions who came to the vicinity and who were about to arrive all heard a rumbling sound in their ears, and they did not dare to disobey it. Disciples who have a slightly shallow cultivation are even more suffered, ranging from palpitations and dizziness to vomiting at worst. Yikong looked at the people around him, and as far as his eyes could see, the people who had just expressed their dissent had been tortured by the "Liyin Gong" and were exhausted. He snorted and turned his head away.

In a short time, Feng Buvain had already arranged the disciples of various factions properly, searching, pursuing, investigating and dealing with the aftermath, everything was orderly, everyone performed their duties, and a huge net of negligence was spread out between heaven and earth, and the control that had been lost before was like returning to their hands again.

"Amitabha!" Yikong breathed a sigh of relief, glad for his choice, and even more relieved that such a pillar had emerged from the crisis, drank a cup of tea, and closed his eyes to calm his nerves.

"Report!" Half an hour later, a cry disturbed Yoshiku's newly calmed mind.

"What's the matter?" Yikong opened his eyes, calmed himself down, and a trace of joy inexplicably rose in his heart, is it good news?

"This..." was a young Wudang disciple, his gaze fell on a person, and the words in his mouth suddenly became slurred.

"Tell me what's going on?" the wind glared at him, not angry.

"Mingzhen, even if all the seniors ask each other, but it doesn't hurt to say!" Wu Mingzi stepped forward and said with relief.

"Yes, I just found a corpse outside the camp!" Liu Mingzhen said in a deep voice.

"But the little thief?" Feng stood up, slightly anxious.

"Lift it up!" Liu Mingzhen waved his hand, and two men walked in carrying a door panel. On the door panel lay a man, covered with a white cloth covered with blood. When all the people in the tent saw it, they all rushed to see it. I heard someone whispering: "It's from the Qingcheng faction!" "It should be the third child of the three heroes of Qingcheng!" "It seems that the surname is Yu..."

"Huh?" When Chang Yezi heard this, he hurriedly walked closer, lifted off the white cloth, but saw that the person on the door panel was thin and long, with pale golden skin, and his eyebrows were flying obliquely.

"Ahh

Feng was a little surprised, and stepped forward to take a closer look, only to see that there was only one external wound on the corpse, located in the neck, which seemed to be injured by a sharp sword. The outer garment on his body was torn by sharp objects, and a few blood words were written on the light-colored inside: "Those who chase me will die!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this demon of Ji Xuexin not only killed Qingcheng Junjie, but also left a bloody letter to provoke! If this revenge is not avenged, what face do we have to stand in the rivers and lakes?"

"Master Feng, how do you say to punish that demon, my Qingcheng disciple is willing to be driven!" Chang Yezi was grief-stricken.

"Qingcheng is like this, what else do the rest of you have to say?" Feng Bu lost the sadness of the right talent in vain, and replaced it with an invincible one.

"Willing to be driven!", "May to be driven!", "May to be driven!", "Willing to be driven!"

"Daoist Wu Mingzi?" Feng looked at Wu Mingzi in vain, and his eyes were suddenly full of eager anticipation.

"How about Shaolin, I Wudang chase casually!" Wu Mingzi lowered his eyes and threw himself at Master Yikong.

"Shaolin will help you!" Although Yikong did not agree with the practices of other factions, he couldn't bear to ignore the will of the people, and said thoughtfully.

"Thank you Master for your kindness!" Feng Bu bowed deeply, and when he bent over, a strange smile appeared faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Heroes of the world, for whom do you bend your waist?