The figure coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "In this field you are responsible for, are there two children from rich families, one is called Yan Shiming and the other is called Wang Yu?"

"How could a new disciple attract the attention of the elders?" A bad premonition instantly surged into Li Cunyu's heart, he frowned, nodded and said, "I am indeed in charge of these two people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Cut out their tongues. The figure raised its voice.

Li Cunyu looked surprised and said, "They are just new disciples who have not yet officially started, and they are mortal ...... who have no power to restrain the chicken."

"Our sect doesn't need this kind of wealthy young master, if they can still see the sun tomorrow, your life will be gone. Before Li Cunyu finished speaking, the figure's voice became colder.

Li Cunyu's body trembled, and he hurriedly said, "The little one obeys orders." ”

"Good news awaits you. ”

Seeing the figure gradually disappear from sight, Li Cunyu got up from the ground with a complicated expression.

"This person has an extraordinary aura and sharp conversation, he must be a prestigious elder, as long as I take a risk, maybe I can get rid of the identity of a logistics disciple, and I will rise all the way, and I will never have to be looked down upon again. ”

Thinking like this, his eyes showed determination, and after stuffing the half-seen spell jade slip on the table into his sleeve, he pushed the door away.

After a night of rain, everything came back to life, and it was supposed to be a damp day, but there were a few screams from one of the houses on the edge of the Imperial Wind Temple.

After a while, two disciples with golden flying swords flying in their feet flew from afar, and after one of them landed, he first rolled his eyes around, stared down at the huge footprints on the ground, and frowned slightly.

They observed the surroundings for a while, and then walked into the house without hurrying, staring at the two corpses lying on the ground wrapped in white cloth, and one of the young disciples with thick eyebrows said coldly, "Who was the first to find out that they were dead?"

None of the six spoke.

"Who was the first to find out they were dead?" snapped the disciple.

"It's Wu Qi, the earliest he gets up every day. "A fat man who looks honest and honest, I don't know who pushed him out.

"Not me...... I didn't kill him. The fat man shook his head again and again, and his voice became a little shaky.

Lan Feng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and doing nothing, raised his eyes and glanced at the fat man, and in his impression, there was no voice of the fat man in yesterday's sarcasm.

"I just asked who was the first to find out who was dead, and I didn't ask who killed him, what are you panicking about?" the disciple frowned and narrowed his eyes sharply.

"I ...... I ......" The fat man touched his chin, panicking.

"How did you find out he's dead?"

"I got up early in the morning, and when I was about to go out, I suddenly looked down and found the blood stains on the ground, along the direction of the blood stains, I turned my head, and then, I found Yan Shiming ......" The fat man recalled the terrifying scene at that time, frowned, took a deep breath, and said: "I found that his mouth was open, and his tongue was ...... The tongue is gone. ”

A hint of surprise flashed through the disciple's eyes, and after a moment of silence, he waved his hand at the fat man and said, "I know, you go down." ”

The other disciple, who had not spoken, looked at everyone living in the room from head to toe, and when he saw Lan Feng sitting on the edge of the bed with a calm face, his eyes flashed, and he walked over and asked, "Why did you go last night?"

Lan Feng raised his eyelids, glanced at the disciple casually, and said, "Sleep." ”

"Aren't you scared that someone is dead in your room?" the disciple raised his voice and continued.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes shifted to Lan Feng.

"I'm a blacksmith, and I specialize in making weapons for people, so I'm not afraid to see a lot of fighting, killing, and killing. Lan Feng blinked, his expression as usual.

At this moment, a round-faced young man suddenly stood out in the crowd, pointed at Lan Feng's nose and said, "I remember, Brother Yan said a few words about him yesterday, it must be that he has a grudge in his heart, so he has bad intentions." ”

"Yes, yes, it has to be him. ”

"The immortals must be the masters for us, how can we indulge murderers and murderers to harm the common people?"

The thick-eyebrow disciple also came to Lan Feng's side at this time, looked him up and down, and said, "What they said is true?"

"That's right, when I entered the door yesterday, I was indeed verbally attacked, but shouldn't this blame them?" Lan Feng looked up, revealing puzzlement.

The thick-eyebrow disciple stared straight at Lan Feng for a long time, he was the best at judging whether this person was a thief through a person's expression, but in Lan Feng's gaze, he didn't find anything abnormal.

"There is a spiritual eye in every house in the Imperial Wind Temple, which can record everything that happened here in three days, and now the easiest and most intuitive way is to ask the elder to remove the spiritual eye, and everything can be settled. Another white-faced young man stared at a corner of the roof and touched his chin.

The thick-eyebrow disciple slightly loosened his eyebrows, squinted and said, "It seems that this is the only way." ”

As soon as the two of them touched their waists, the golden sword was unsheathed, and his body jumped up, and he disappeared in an instant when he jumped on the flying sword.

Lan Feng stared at the two corpses wrapped in white cloth on the ground, and sneered inwardly: "Slander me, but you poke the pain in my heart, Mo Li, how can you insult me." ”

The spirit eye is the eye of the silkworm beast, this spirit beast has a memory function, after catching them, transport them to the extremely cold place, buried under the snow, the eyes of the silkworm beast will undergo qualitative changes during the freezing process, and finally incinerate its corpse with flames.

When the bones of the flesh turned to ashes, only two ice-blue eyes were left that could be used to record images.

The length of the image mainly depends on the time when the Silkworm Beast is buried in the snow, the spirit eye of the ten-year period can record the image of one day, and the spirit eye in this room can record three days, and it is at least about thirty years.

I have to say that the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is a cautious person, and he does not hesitate to spend a lot of money to refine the spiritual eye, just to monitor the every move of the new disciple.

In fact, as soon as Lan Feng entered the room, he had already discovered that there were aura fluctuations in this room, so he didn't do it himself, but borrowed Li Cunyu's greedy heart.

Within a day, Li Cunyu was arrested.

He didn't admit it at first, but he wasn't willing to compromise until he saw the image of the Spiritual Eye. But he kept saying that he had no choice but to do it, and that an elder of the sect ordered him to do this, but no one believed it, but instead fell into the charge of slandering the elder, and finally was withdrawn from the immortal book and laid an iron prison.

After this incident, several other people in the room have been feeling palpitations in their hearts, how could the two people who were fine yesterday die the next day?

Over time, there was a rumor that Lan Feng knew the elders in the sect, as long as anyone dared to speak disrespectfully to him, there would be only a dead end, and slowly, no one would dare to talk to him.