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After everyone got up, the young man behind him stretched out his hand and wiped the bangs on his forehead, pointed at Lan Feng and said, "You are the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Lan Feng's eyes flashed, and he responded, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Ji Hai's eyes showed a hint of surprise, he squinted his eyes and looked Lan Feng up and down, and asked, "You were the one who killed Ji Mingjie?"

Lan Feng paused, then nodded again.

He could vaguely see that the woman in white behind Ji Hai had never taken her eyes off him from beginning to end.

"What the hell is she looking at?" Lan Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his face was a little unnatural.

The woman also seemed to notice the change in Lan Feng's demeanor, her eyes turned slightly, and she looked away.

"It's a bit of a capability. ”

Ji Hai glanced at Lan Feng deeply, his deep gaze swept around, and asked, "What happened here just now?"

Many of the disciples on the field secretly glanced at Lan Feng, but none of them answered.

The young man behind Ji Hai, seeing that no one answered, habitually stripped his hair, strode out, and scolded angrily: "The words of the Alliance True Monarch, can't you hear it?"

"Luo Yan, don't get excited. Ji Hai frowned, and pulled the young man back, his face full of disgust.

Luo Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, he straightened his messy hair that was blown by the wind, coughed lightly, and lowered his head.

The woman on the side chuckled, came to Luo Yan's side, shook her head and said, "Great Elder, although you have chosen a jade tree Linfeng body as the furnace ding, your personality is still the same as usual, and deliberately imitating it will be counterproductive." ”

"Girl, when is it your turn to teach the old man a lesson?" Luo Yan turned around angrily, his brows furrowed.

The woman sighed lightly, raised her thin eyebrows slightly, glanced at Lan Feng lightly, and retreated.

At this time, a few disciples on the field saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and were about to leave secretly, Ji Hai's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his big sleeves, those disciples seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and their bodies flew up uncontrollably, struggling in mid-air.

When he saw this scene, Lan Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart suddenly shook.

"Why did he actually know the secret method of the Gu clan?"

Familiar tricks, aura fluctuations of the same frequency, this move, Lan Feng is very familiar, it is a ghost hand.

That's right, it was the secret magic ghost hand that the mad master passed on to him back then, although it did look like a teleportation grab, but between them, there was a very different effect.

"Say, what just happened, if you don't want to die. Ji Hai's five fingers were slightly bent, and his gloomy gaze was as dark as water, looking back and forth on the faces of several monks in mid-air.

The faces of the monks turned pale, and their eyes showed a look of horror, and one of the younger monks, unable to withstand the pressure of the aura, shouted loudly in fear: "The Emperor of the Alliance spares his life, let me down!"

A cold light flashed in Lan Feng's eyes, and although his expression did not change much, his hand had already been placed on the purple gold sword on his waist.

To put it bluntly, the Xiuzhen Alliance is the creator of the Xiuzhen world on the Nameless Island, even if he fights against Luo Yan, who was just emotional, Lan Feng is not completely sure of winning, and he is still the true monarch of the alliance.

The corpse spirit is the root of all evil on Nameless Island, it is it that devours the souls of the heads of various factions, if that disciple says that it was Lan Feng who brought the corpse spirit, then Ji Hai will definitely not let Lan Feng escape, and the purple gold sword will definitely be recovered.

Ji Hai snorted coldly, his slightly curled five fingers had been released, and the monk who was floating in the air seemed to have suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"Name all you see. Ji Hai's pupils narrowed slightly, his fingers moved slightly, and the disciple who had just spoken had not yet come to his senses, and his body suddenly flew towards him uncontrollably, and he sat on the ground again.

"Ouch, it hurts. The disciple got up from the ground with a bitter face, and said respectfully to Ji Hai: "Back to Zhenjun, today on Suzaku Mountain, there is a corpse spirit. ”

"Corpse spirit?" Ji Hai, who was still disdainful, suddenly froze his eyes, frowned, waved his hand and slapped the disciple, and said in a deep voice: "Ridiculous, the corpse spirits wandering in the Burning Immortal Valley can't get out of the valley, you dare to say nothing." ”

"I was wronged, it was Lan Feng who released the corpse spirit from the Burning Immortal Valley, and asked the emperor to investigate. The disciple covered his face, and even his voice was already trembling, he suddenly turned his gaze, pointed to Lan Feng's waist and said, "The corpse spirit is in ......"

Speaking of this, his tone suddenly froze, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he muttered, "What about the purple flying sword?"

"Where?" Ji Hai's face was as gloomy as water.

The young disciple raised his head and glared at Lan Feng viciously, and said unwillingly, "You put away the purple gold sword?"

"What purple gold sword?" Lan Feng spread his hands innocently.

At this time, everyone on the field looked at Lan Feng's waist with a surprised face.

The disciple had an expression of looking at death as if he were at home, and his afterglow swept around, and he said word by word: "Everyone has seen that Lan Feng still had a purple sword hanging from his waist just now. ”

To his surprise, there was no monk at the scene to answer.

"Good, good, you're all good people. The disciple laughed miserably, and was about to say something, when his head suddenly sank, and he only felt a powerful coercion coming from the direction of his head.

The disciple's bones were cold and his hair stood on end, and he cautiously rolled his eyes, and at this moment, "Flutter!" The disciple's eyes widened in horror, and his expression was frozen at this moment, and all the aura in his body rushed out from the direction of his temple, and was sucked by Luo Yan on the side.

After this disciple fell to the ground, Luo Yan took a breath of enjoyment, and as expected, he pulled his hair again and smiled.

The disciple who had been drained of his spiritual energy had a face like black charcoal, and when a gust of wind blew, he turned into black ashes and fell to the ground, leaving not even a bone left.

Seeing this way of sucking aura, Lan Feng's scalp tingled for a while.

At this time, Luo Yan's expression suddenly moved, and he suddenly walked over from Ji Hai's side, glanced Lan Feng up and down, and said with a weird smile: "Give me the storage bag." ”

"You overestimate Lan, how can something as powerful as a corpse spirit be subdued by me?"

Lan Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and the moment he raised his head, he met the calm and watery gaze of the woman in white not far away, and his heart was stunned again, and he said secretly: "Is this feeling of being separated from the illusion?"

"The Great Elder needs your storage bag to find out, and if you want to prove your innocence, give it to him. ”

The woman in white blinked her crystal clear eyes, and her voice was as gentle as gurgling water, and the wind was as gentle as willows.