The moment Ning Yi and Pei Fan walked out, someone breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason for the confrontation between the two forces was that the new uncle of Shushan was brought by Xu Zang to inherit Mr. Zhao Rui's mantle... If something unexpected happened today, Qianshou might really leave several holy mountains and investigate it thoroughly.

Yiwu Xingjun narrowed his eyes and his eyes fell on the two people who walked out of the light.

Ning Yi's aura was restrained. He was carrying "Xiaoxue". This is the simplest sword in the world, hidden in the handle of the umbrella. The surface of the umbrella was shattered in the battle with the shadow. Even if the sword body appeared, it looked like a mortal sword.

Is this the uncle from Shushan?

Yiwu Xingjun raised his eyebrows and felt very disappointed. However, in this way, Luo Changsheng, who is far from the dazzling light of the immortal residence of Qiangshan, is even more dazzling than Luo Jia Ye Hongfu and the little Zhulong in the northern border.

But there is one thing that is interesting. Yiwu Xingjun couldn't see through Ning Yi's cultivation level. Perhaps it was because Shushan's Qianshou taught him a good hiding technique. The starlight on his body was hidden in his blood. If he didn't take action, it would be difficult to detect it.

Yiwu Xingjun looked at Pei Fan. The sword sect between the girl's eyebrows had already been pressed by her finger. The big red date was not suitable for outsiders to see. The girl carefully hid the lotus order in Luojia Mountain and the identity of the descendants of the Pei family. Once this information is leaked, it is likely to cause unpredictable storms and unpredictable luck.

Even though Pei Fanzang left "Sword Zang", his beautiful face still attracted everyone's attention as soon as possible.

The disciples of the academy narrowed their eyes and looked at the girl beside Ning Yi, knowing that this was the girl Pei that the Pope called. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and she looked really beautiful, but unfortunately the flowers were placed on the cow dung.

Because of Xu Zang, these young practitioners in the academy didn’t like Ning Yi, and the more they looked, the more they felt that they could see Xu Zang’s shadow back then.

The two people who walked out of the light had to maintain a kind of intimate posture before breaking the talisman and entering the narrow sky, holding their waists, putting their shoulders, and colluding with their fingers.

So he made his debut.

Ning Yi put one hand on the shoulder of the girl Pei Fan. When he heard the girl's voice, he gently said with a hint: "Brother... why are there so many people?"

Ning Yi remained silent, looking at the people standing in the mountains behind him, his spirit remained unchanged. Before he walked out of the sky, he had already expected what would happen... After looking at these strangers who had never known each other and confirming their contemptuous and contemptuous eyes, Ning Yi sighed softly in his heart, thinking that he had fallen into the mountain stream, his worn-out clothes were wet and dry. Although he made a brilliant appearance in his light, he could not avoid his down-and-out image.

Or is it because I hugged the girl?

Ning Yi's eyes were slightly condensed.

The Pope encountered assassination and had fallen into the back mountain for so long. This matter must have spread and caused a huge uproar. Is it because so many great figures from the holy mountain present?

Ning Yi saw several star lords present... Then Chen Yi's voice came helplessly: "Ning Yi... If you come out in a while at night, Lord Qianshou may be able to swallow these guests from the Holy Mountain alive."

The boy raised his eyebrows and saw several great practitioners who were tense and the expressionless senior sister Qianshou.

The young pope came over and said a few words in Ning Yi's ear, roughly saying what had just happened. Ning Yi felt warm in his heart. Looking at his senior sister, Qianshou's expression had always been calm and there was no fluctuation.

Yiwu Xingjun took back his hairpin and said lightly: "Since this uncle from Shushan is fine, the Pope is not in trouble... Then we will expose this misunderstanding, let each other take a step back, so that both sides can go down."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "Then let it go for this matter."

The Master of Fengqueque stopped making gestures, and the wind between heaven and earth gradually disappeared, and his eyes looked at the back mountain behind Qianshou with fear.

People in the world say that the biggest backer of Shushan is the back mountain.

"Dongyanzi" Zhao Rui walked out of the back mountain and conquered Shushan for two hundred years.

Xu Zang, the killer, walked out of the back mountain and suppressed the entire Sui world for a full ten years.

Nowadays, all the major holy mountains, star kings have witnessed the new junior teacher Ning Yi coming out of the back mountain... This young man who doesn't look dazzling has enough qualifications to make everyone believe that soon, he will leverage the entire Sui world.

The sword Queque master held a sword with both hands, the light sword hanging on his waist, and the heavy sword was unsheathed on the ground. He looked at Ning Yi, thinking about something... This young man is different from Luo Changsheng. Some people are stunning and shining. From the moment they were born and wise, they vowed to stand on the heads of everyone, like the three "Shendao Sword" of that year, each of them shined without any effort, overwhelming everyone of the same age. Luo Changsheng, who is now a god of immortals, is such a person.

Someone hides his sharpness and hides his sword energy in his bones... If he doesn't show his mountains or sees water, maybe that sword bone really weighs 1,000 pounds and 10,000 tons?

Finally, I saw the true face of Master Shushan.

Everyone sighed and sighed, and their hearts were mixed.

Regarding the successors selected by Xu Zang, their attitudes are roughly divided into two categories: one is despised and sneered, and another is thought that the pearl is secretly knotted, and the edge is hidden and the weakness is hidden.

But unfortunately, both types are wrong.

Yiwu Xingjun put back his hairpin.

The Master Feng Queque stopped and made a gesture.

The master of Jianqueque is ready to collect the sword.

The Holy Mountain in the East and the entire back mountain were all stalemate, ready to leave the funeral that started and was not very pleasant later. Everyone thought that the matter would end like this.

A voice came over.

"That's it?"

Ning Yi's voice was a little surprised. He looked at the disciples of the Holy Mountain who had their swords and swords, and kept the feminine man who had retracted his hairpin and many figures, and spoke word by word: "If I just forget about it, where can the Daozong put his face?"

Yiwu Xingjun narrowed his eyes.

"I came out of the back mountain alive, do you think it's over?" Ning Yi looked around, he smiled, and then said calmly: "I am Shushan junior uncle, of course I will come out alive."

Then Ning Yi stretched out a hand, pointed to the white wooden car parked not far away, and said lightly: "The assassination encountered by the Pope... The murderer has not been caught yet, do you want to forget it?"

After saying this, the Taoist robe stood up silently. Someone was holding the jade pendant of the Daozong. The formation of different colors rose from the soles of their feet and emerged one after another in the back mountain area.

Chen Yi raised his sleeves and pressed them. The light of the formation disappeared at the moment of the sleeves pressing action. It looked extremely neat and had a murderous aura. The ma-robed Taoist sects had low cultivation, but it was a force that could not be ignored. They could transmit information to the Sanqing Pavilion outside Xiling. The Dao Sect had always had good friends with Shushan, and was the largest force in the world except the imperial city. They had millions of believers in the Sui world... How could the Pope be attacked?

Yiwu Xingjun took a deep breath, looked at Ning Yi and said, "What do you want?"

Ning Yi laughed.

He raised one hand, and the starry light gathered in his palm, and the mixed breath slowly flowed over his palm, finally condensed.

"The bold madman who attacked the Pope... is dead." Ning Yi said calmly, "When I killed, I took some breath, and the starlight could restore some scenes. When I was protecting the Pope in the back mountain, I found that the origin of this assassin was not simple."

Before the bone flute awakened, Ning Yi fought with the shadow. At that time, he was shocked by the other party's miscellaneous learning and specially retained the evidence. The "Swordholder" never told him the origin of the shadow... But Ning Yi did not intend to give up on the investigation.

He looked at Yiwu Xingjun in front of the academy and said seriously: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to find this assassin..."

Ning Yi looked at Chen Yi, took a deep breath, and said, "I can guarantee that every word and every sentence are the truth."

"The body technique used by that assassin was the 'clear breeze blowing on the threshold' of Yingtian Mansion."

Yiwu Xingjun's expression changed. He was so angry that he almost crushed his hairpin. He almost squirted out anger at Ning Yi, a cultivator who was a hundred years younger, and gritted his teeth and said, "Children with yellow mouth, are you squirting bloody mouth?"

Ning Yi smiled, and the shadow in his palm slowly emerged under the replica of the starry light.

Chen Yi looked solemn and said seriously: "The scene at that time... was indeed the case, it was not bad at all."

Yiwu Star Lord looked at it intently. Ning Yi's palm and starry light condensed, and the scene where the shadow pounced on him was the "clear breeze blowing on the threshold" of Yingtian Mansion.

He looked ugly and looked back at his disciples, unable to say a word.

Ning Yi did not stop. This time he looked at the Que Master of Feng Que, and said in a voice: "The assassin also used Feng Que's 'reflecting body'."

The fog in the palm of his palm changed, and Chen Yi's eyes became cold.

Still so.

It was very urgent at that time. He had no time to record the trace of this shadow. He never thought that Ning Yi could actually identify the practice method of this shadow... The Pope looked at Master Feng Queque.

Feng Queque, who had stopped making gestures, had also changed his expression. He never thought that Ning Yi's sewage was poured on him.

"You fart..."

The Master Feng Queque's voice was a little sharp. He raised his palm and penetrated the wind curtain. He moved forward in an instant and was about to come to Ning Yi and slapped the uncle who was silent in Shushan to death.

Qianshou had no intention of moving at all.

Zhou You next to Chen Yi suddenly moved.
Chapter completed!