Seeing that many people questioned Shen Ling, Ni Wanqing said fiercely: You people bully the public, you only believe in this traitor's nonsense, just use it as a means of coercion for you, and your selfishness is still on this Qixuanshan, she snorted: Is it the so-called famous and decent family?

Shen Ling glanced at Ni Wanqing Ni Wanqing, and saw that although her face was soft and charming, it was implied to be dignified, he caressed Ni Wanqing behind him, Shen Ling's eyes were slightly sad and angry, and he laughed dryly and said: Since the founding of the ancestors, my Shen Yuan has been on the same level as the six factions of the Three Courtyards, and each faction has always been friendly, and is called the decent in the world。

At this time, a middle-aged man in white from the Twelve Swords of East China stepped forward and said: Hmph! Don't be verbose, Shen Ling, you should obediently hand over the "Seven Xuanshan", otherwise today's retreat will definitely not be as you want, and we don't have so much spare work.

As soon as he said this, he heard a young man draw his sword out, and a swift shadow slashed at him, and said violently: Thief, you are too deceitful, I will fight with you.

Everyone at the scene saw only a white shadow, containing a strong pulse qi and quickly gone, and the rapid qi made the others in the field quickly flash aside, only to feel a strong wind blowing on both sides of the lobby.

The middle-aged man in white saw the sword shadow coming, and quickly flashed a pulse light to protect his body, but when he saw that it was the young man, his eyes were not bright, and he said secretly: This kind of cultivation also dares to come and fight with me, it's really impatient, isn't it, when he saw the white shadow approaching the pulse light in front of him, he pushed it away with a palm, and a palm print was full of white light, blasting towards the oncoming young man, the gathered white mangs around the palm print, exerting the energy to the extreme, the speed was so fast, the sword shadow and the palm print touched, and it was instantly defeated, and the palm print hit the man's chest, with a scream, the young man was hit by the palm print, and instantly popped out a few feet away, and smashed heavily on the ground, his chest was soaked with blood red, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Shen Ling and his wife and Ye Lao shouted almost in unison: Feng'er, Shen Feng.

In the face of the fight just now, everyone saw it in their eyes, how could a young disciple of Shen Yuan be the opponent of a senior figure in East China, this is not self-defeating and self-defeating, but the blow just now also made everyone see clearly what the comparison of strength is, and they are also extremely impressed by this big faction, and the lobby was quiet after the fight just now.

The two elders of the Hundred Veins Sect saw it in their eyes, but they didn't say anything, a man and a woman behind him moved the sword in their hands, and they were about to step forward, but they were stopped by the two, in their opinion, now this matter of Shen Yuan, I am afraid that there is something strange, thinking that Shen Ling and Shen Yuan are always hiding something, it is necessary to see what is going on.

Tianyun got up and shook his head and said: Amitabha, he looked at the white-clothed middle-aged man in the field and said: Eagle Pavilion, as one of the twelve pavilion masters in East China, why should you be really angry with this junior, and seriously injured him to death, it is too cruel in front of this faction.

The man in white who was called the Eagle Pavilion was the man in white in East China, listening to Master Tianyun reprimanding himself with a slight accusation, he put away the arrogance just now, and said respectfully: What Master Tianyun said is that the next shot is heavier, but the master also saw it just now, the senior disciple of the Shen Academy, Shen Feng, attacked hard, and in a hurry, my Eagle Pavilion also had to fight for self-protection, and then he pretended to sigh: Who knows that this Shen Feng is so unbearable, he didn't resist my slight palm, and I hope the master will understand.

Tianyun didn't know that this was the Eagles' excuse for himself, but the matter had come to this, and it was the grievances of the two factions, and he was not easy to say, so he shook his head and said: I hope that the Lord of the Eagles Pavilion will not create any more sins, sins, sins.

Shen Ling and his wife and Ye Lao all rushed forward, and the people from Shen Yuan also surrounded him, and Shen Ling helped Shen Feng up and checked the injuries on his chest.

That Shen Feng shook his hands, struggling to get up, but the pain was unbearable, his whole body couldn't move, but as soon as he exerted force, the blood in his chest became more and more ferocious, his face gradually turned gray, and the blood in his chest did not stop, dyeing the stone slab in the hall into blood red, his face continued to twitch, and he reluctantly opened his mouth and said: It's useless, Master, and then he said hard: Disciple... Disciple really... Be... It's useless, for the master and... Shen Yuan out... Not this... Mouth... Evil spirit, hope... Master... Master, as he spoke, his eyes flashed a little dim, and then his hand was light, and his eyes slowly closed, and there was no more sound.

Ni Wanqing turned her face to the side, she couldn't bear to watch this young and familiar figure leave, she didn't understand why she still had a trace of inexplicable fluctuations, it was not restlessness, but a kind of sadness, and Shen Yuan all the way, in order to integrate into Shen Yuan and gain the trust of the hospital, she was also concerned about the affairs of Shen Yuan, but she was not in a hurry to force it, after a long time, she had already regarded herself as a member of Shen Yuan, so when someone left Shen Yuan, she actually had a trace of affection in her heart, but she understood that Shen Feng's death was probably just a beginning for this moment, and she knew very well what would happen next, I don't know it, she looked at her deep sleeves again, her eyes were more complex and dignified, and then when she looked at the flesh and blood in her abdomen, her face rose a trace of calmness and firmness, and she had to repeat that sentence in her heart, everything depends on the will of God.

Facing Shen Feng's departure, Shen Ling was grief-stricken in his heart, his face was significantly cold, but there was not a single tear, he closed his eyes deeply, took a deep breath, got up and said: Place Feng'er's corpse in the back hall, and then several Shen Yuan disciples carried Shen Feng's body out.

The people of the Shen Courtyard got up and looked at the Eagle Pavilion in that scene with grief and indignation, eager to break it into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

The scene was silent, and there was a murderous aura between the solemn.

The middle-aged man in white stood in the hall still with arrogance, and did not have the slightest remorse for his action just now, and looked at the people in Shen Yuan with a smile, as if he was provoking.

Shen Ling turned to look at the man in white, his eyes were deep and cold, and he said with anger: As a senior in East China, your Eagle Pavilion is so heavy-handed to my Shen Academy's disciples, it is simply inhumane, and you are deceitful, let me Shen understand you arrogantly, saying that the sword that Shen Feng was shot down just now instantly spun up from the ground and pinched it in his hand, the sword in Shen Ling's hand is not a sword shadow, but a sword pillar, and it is approaching straight in front of his chest.

Seeing Shen Ling personally attacking with a sword, the man in white had a solemn face, his eyebrows sank, and his face was full of solemnity, how could this kind of cultivation be compared to Shen Feng, all of them were careless, only to see a wide broadsword in his sleeve conjure up, and the broadsword in his hand sacrificed a purple mang, the purple mang contained a strong vein, making the broad broadsword seem to be integrated with his arm, with the purple mang, the broadsword came out and attacked Shen Ling.

Everyone present was shocked, these two people are the people of the two factions, the two of them should not be taken lightly, in this hall to move their hands, the strength and fluctuations caused by it, will not be like the scene of the fight, the two of them through the strong pulse of the straight attack, like a strong wind rushing by, the whole hall instantly blew a fierce wind, everyone got up and retreated to both sides of the hall, but stared at the two people in the field, although everyone had their own expressions on their faces, but they were full of extremely cautious light for this sudden fight.

Among the two, one is the Eagle Pavilion of the Twelve Swords of East China, and the other is the master of the Shen Academy, and the Eagle Pavilion and another middle-aged man present are called the Eagle Pavilion Erge, this person is the Eagle Pavilion, and the other is the Lan Pavilion, among the twelve pavilion masters in East China, these two people are the youngest, and they are already the senior pavilion masters in the twelve swords of East China, which shows that the two are by no means ordinary people, and the pulse cultivation is also a profound person.

In contrast, Shen Ling is a little inferior in cultivation, but the two of them are in the same realm of heaven and earth in the realm of cultivation, if only the level realm, then the Eagle Pavilion is only slightly superior, and compared with the two, the mental strength and exercises are different, how can you predict who will die.

The two of them quickly greeted each other, the two swords touched each other, it was a splash of fire, the two swords seemed to be fused into one when they were in full bloom, but they couldn't hold each other for a while, both of them were revealing a fierce light, glaring at each other, especially that Shen Ling, in his heart, he couldn't wait to cut this person with a thousand knives and turn it into ashes, in order to sacrifice his dead disciple Shen Feng's spirit in the sky, the two of them used all their strength to meet each other, for a while compared to the internal force, the sword burst and the light in the hall blended, making people feel deeply dazzling, and the Ling Bo aura that surrounded the two of them, like the scorching heat wave, spread to the field, making everyone feel a trace of restlessness。

With the continuous confrontation of the pulse, there are faint traces of sweat on the foreheads of the two, but at this moment Shen Ling's face is more dignified, he understands in his heart that if he fights with cultivation alone, he will soon be at a disadvantage, and he will undoubtedly lose, he gradually deepened his strength, and took advantage of the instant explosion of the sword, the long sword in his hand changed slightly to quickly slash away, and the Eagle Pavilion was also unwilling to do a long-term confrontation with internal force, so he dispersed with a blow, both of them were spinning in the air, and when the sword shadow struck each other again, the two figures were already shooting away from the lobby, and for a while they were fighting out of the lobby。

Outside the hall of the Shen Courtyard, down the stone steps is a wide square, surrounded by houses and temples, just suitable for the competition method, the two of them jumped out of the hall, they can let go, without scruples.

Seeing that the two of them were fighting and flew outside the hall in an instant, the various factions in the hall were in chaos, and everyone was already hugging each other outside the hall, Ni Wanqing and Ye Lao took the disciples of Shen Yuan to the outside of the hall first, since Shen Ling and the Eagle Pavilion fought, she never left the sight of the two for a moment, she was afraid that Shen Ling would be plotted by the villain, but fortunately, the difference between the two cultivators was not too big, as long as no one else interfered.