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The disciples of Nanming Pavilion didn't think as deeply as Zhou Fengqi. At this time, Fang Rumeng woke up, so he drew his sword, and revealed the magic weapon, and shouted angrily: "Bold demons, don't be rude!"

Shen Quehan didn't even bother to look back at them.

The vast snow and mist rose flatly, and the previously quiet snow-covered field turned into a roaring monster, opened its mouth wide, and engulfed more than a hundred people in Nanming Pavilion and Qianzhong Gate at once, and the fine ice blades circled and wreaked havoc in the hurricane. When the knife saw blood, there was an endless scream of pain and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Zhuang Ruofu and others were the first to break free, Zhou Fengqi saw the miserable situation, and hurriedly shouted: "Your Highness Mozun, I hope you will show mercy!"

The wind and snow were raging, and the south wind seemed unheard of.

Zhou Fengqi seemed to have been slapped in the face for no reason, he gritted his teeth secretly, and refused to ask again. Zhuang Ruofu was more flexible than others, and immediately cupped his hands at Shen Quehan and said: "The disciples are stupid and shameless, and I have offended you. I apologize on their behalf. Please tell me You Gao raised your hand, you have something to say!"

Shen Quehan's incomprehensible eyes fell on him, and after a while, he said calmly: "The city is surrounded, and now I think I have something to say, what did you do?"

Zhuang Ruofu was startled.

In fact, he is not someone who is easily silenced, but Zhou Fengqi is not very familiar with him, and he didn't feel strange. Seeing that he was silenced by Shen Quehan, he quickly continued: "If what happened today It all happened because of a misunderstanding, and Nanming Pavilion is willing to bow its head to Songhua City to make amends!"

Shen Quehan's sword was still firmly placed on the monk's neck, and the other hand turned his back to make a move: "Okay, let's put away the supernatural power."

There was an indescribable expression on Wu Du's face, because it sounded too much like molesting, but Nan Feng was obviously used to his way of speaking, and he accepted it as he asked, and he was extremely obedient.One moment outside the city was like a wilderness ravaged by strong winds, and the next moment the clouds and snow fell, and thousands of ice crystals shattered into viburnum flowers, like silver powder scattered all over the sky. It is a beautiful scene.

Zhuang Ruofu looked at the man in the white robe with a complicated expression.At first, Zhou Fengqi only thought that this person had exquisite swordsmanship and decisive shots, and he was the number one capable general under Mozun's subordinates. Now when he looked at Shen Quehan, he couldn't help but feel a little tentative and hesitant - after all, he lived most of his life. It was the first time to see a living person who could command a Demon Lord.

"You... who are you?"

Of course Shen Quehan would not answer him.The wind blows quietly behind him, blowing the black and white clothes and flying them alternately, and also blowing a very light and cool pine and cypress fragrance. The degree to which the sleeves and the hair can intertwine with each other - not only showing the intimacy beyond others, but also not being pinched by Shen Quehan to say that he is too clingy.

His tone was just right, calm and open, as if he was here to answer the question seriously: "It's my Taoist companion."

Everyone: "..."

A deadly silence enveloped the entire snowfield.

Zhuang Ruofu lost his voice: "What?!"

Xi Ling also lost her voice: "What, what about the cook?!"

"..."

Nanfeng turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Ruofu. Although he was wearing a mask, everyone could feel the coercion and ridicule coming to his face: "What's your opinion, Fellow Daoist Zhuang?"

He didn't want to see Zhuang Ruofu, and Shen Quehan probably knew the reason, but in front of so many people, it's not easy to let him bully others, so he poked him back and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't ask for trouble, first Speak the truth."

Anyone who has ears can hear that although he is reprimanding, his tone is playful and intimate, which is quite different from the impression given by the stunning and ferocious sword just now.It was okay when Shen Quehan was alone, but when the demon king came, an invisible and colorless barrier seemed to rise around the two of them. No matter what they did, the people next to them would be kicked for no reason as if they were walking on the road kick.

There was a buzzing in Zhuang Ruofu's ears, and he didn't recover from it for a long time.He heard Shen Quehan change the topic, but he also heard that he did not deny the term "Taoist Companion".

Not only did he not pierce the daring man with a sword on the spot, but he also flirted with the Demon Lord in such a soft tone in front of so many people.

He actually—

"Ha, haha, that's how it is... Disrespect, disrespect." Zhou Fengqi dryly broke the silence: "Let's... yes, let's get down to business... this, this, this, this..."

The majestic Nanming Pavilion Master is not even good at speaking, but no one present is in the mood to laugh at him.Through the mask, Shen Quehan gave Nanfeng a reproachful look, meaning to see how frightened he was, sighed, and took the initiative to take the steps Zhou Fengqi handed over: "This person is among the disciples of Nanming Pavilion, Deliberately provoking disputes between the two sides, with ulterior motives, what is his origin and who is behind his instigation, you should ask them one by one clearly."

The monk was trampled under his feet, his spirit veins were completely sealed, his chest was bleeding profusely, and he couldn't help but lose his temper. Hearing this heartbreaking remark, he almost passed out in one breath, and hurriedly argued: "Pavilion Master Mingjian, this disciple is just a temporary If you accidentally miss, you will never have any second thoughts, and if you make half a false statement, the disciple is willing to be punished!"

The accompanying elder Fei Shiyan of Nanming Pavilion took a step forward, moved closer to Zhou Fengqi, and persuaded in a low voice: "Pavilion Master, Zhang Yi joined my sect when he was young. The family is holding on to this matter now, out of intention to avoid the important and ignore the minor, and want to divert the matter of the young master and Elder Wu, the pavilion master must not fall into their tricks."

He did not use the sound transmission to enter the secret, but insisted on muttering in a low voice, which was obviously for everyone to hear.Shen Quehan didn't take it seriously, and smiled slightly: "One yard counts for one yard, first settle the account of the sneak attack, and we are naturally willing to accompany your faction to talk about the 'Young Master and Elder Wu'."

Fei Shiyan asked with a serious face: "He has been seriously injured by you, what are you going to do? Nanming Pavilion has already given you three points for the harmony of the two families, and the demons should not bully you too much!"

"If you don't die, it's not a big bully. It's just a small punishment and a big warning." Shen Quehan showed a casual and arrogant attitude, and kicked Zhang Yi's big acupoint on the side of his waist with the toe of his boot. , the angry person's eyes hurt: "I think he intends to bite him to death, and there is no point in extorting a confession by torture. It's better to search the soul directly."

Fei Shiyan's face suddenly changed: "How insidious is the soul search technique, after the search is completed, the person will be useless! What if he is innocent?"

Shen Quehan: "Oh, I don't need to worry about it. A few days ago, I received the Qingluan mirror as a gift from your sect. Wouldn't this come in handy? Take the soul out to have a look, and return it after reading it, so that it will not be damaged. Half a hair on him."

Fei Shiyan: "..."

You are so well prepared!

Shen Quehan didn't give him a chance to refuse at all, flipped his slender fingers, and pulled out a round bronze mirror from his sleeve.Fei Shiyan still had to fight for it, and the elder craftsman of Nanming Pavilion hesitatingly interjected in a low voice: "But Qingluan Mirror can only bring out the soul of a person, and cannot see the life of this person..."

This is true.Shen Quehan used the Qingluan mirror as a cover to lead Nanfeng into the illusion, so that the illusion became a scene he had experienced in the past according to his memory, and did not really enter the mirror.The Qingluan mirror, as a magic weapon of soul-stirring, is actually used to lock in the escaping spiritual consciousness of the ancestor of the demon clan, and it has not been released yet.

"It's okay," he said nonsense, "Our lord is also quite accomplished in the art of refining, and the Qingluan mirror has been modified by him. Not only can the soul be detained, but also the life can be reproduced—now everything is ready, we Can we do it?"

Elder Fei was up and down, almost out of breath.Speaking of this, the Nanming Pavilion has already been put on fire, and Zhou Fengqi did have some subtle doubts in his heart, so he nodded in agreement and said: "You can tell right from wrong at a glance, everyone present today is a witness, please. "

Shen Quehan nodded slightly to him, turned his left palm upwards, threw the Qingluan mirror into the air, and silently recited the formula in his mouth, and the green light suddenly flourished——

"what are you doing?"

In the breath-holding silence, the clear and deep voice of the demon king suddenly sounded like an ice spring.Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the dazzling light of the magic weapon suddenly dimmed. The monks on the ground were still staring, unaware of what happened, but Fei Shiyan froze in place in a strange posture, with his right hand raised slightly, he was about to start posture, holding a small silver-white ball between his fingers.

"This is……"

Shen Quehan didn't move, and raised his chin towards Zhuang Ruofu.Zhuang Ruofu followed his instructions subconsciously, went over to take the silver ball in his hands, checked it back and forth, and then looked at Zhou Fengqi with a complicated expression after a while, his voice was not high, but it was enough for everyone to hear: "It's Lei Huo!" bomb."

Even a fool can figure out what Fei Shiyan wants to do at this time.

If you can't keep Zhang Yi, you must silence him, otherwise, once you are soul-searched, the mastermind behind it will be exposed to the public.

Shen Quehan pressed on step by step, all he wanted was to jump over the wall in a hurry.No matter how other people testify, it is not as convincing as being caught on the spot.

Fei Shiyan couldn't move, his eyes were red with blood, at the moment when his state of mind was most turbulent, Mozun suddenly pointed out that a purple awn penetrated into the center of his eyebrows.Fei Shiyan's hateful eyes suddenly diverged, and his expression gradually calmed down. A wisp of black smoke flew out from his temple, drifting without dispersing, and slowly condensed into a translucent picture in mid-air.

Soul Search!

Shen Quehan lured the enemy first, and Zhuang Ruofu later testified. If he didn't take advantage of his illness to kill him at this time, Nanfeng, the demon king, would be in vain.

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Don't you think the three of you are a bit too tacit...