After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Xi Jianglan stared at Sheng Jiao with no expression on his face.

Sheng Jiao said, "Want to scold someone?"

"Hmm." Xi Jianglan said softly, "Is that all right?"

"No."

"Oh." Xi Jianglan stretched out his hand like a deflated little daughter-in-law, and said in a softer voice, "—Dong Rong."

In the next moment, Youjian's cold light was unrestrained, and the dizzy Dongrong sword fell into his palm with a "slap", Xi Jianglan did not blink, and mercilessly struck at the center of Sheng Jiao's eyebrows.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Dong Rong: "..."

The speed at which this person turned his face was too fast.

Xi Jianglan never cuts people like ordinary people. He really wants to chop Sheng Jiao. Dongrong's sword is extremely sharp. The sound of spiritual power breaking through the air.

Sheng Jiao's bodyguard flicked and forcibly blocked Dong Rong's sword.

Dongrong started again: "Ahhhh—"

Xi Jianglan has always been strict with others and lenient towards himself. He can tease and flirt with others, but when it is his turn, he is so angry that he holds a sword and slashes at others.

The overwhelming embarrassment clamored desperately in his heart, wishing to jump off the boat and die, but his face was expressionless, and he smashed the restraint with his sword.

Dong Rong's sword intent was like ice, and it was like a broken bamboo grid on Sheng Jiao's neck.

Sheng Jiao stretched out his hand and pinched the cold sword's edge an inch away from the gate of his neck.

After all, Xi Jianglan had no spiritual power, and the blade of his sword did not move an inch.

The two stood still.

Sensing the murderous intent on his body, Sheng Jiao suddenly said, "What did Rang Chen say to you back then?"

Xi Jianglan's hands froze, and he said coldly: "Say that I am actually your own father, and you will have to attend my funeral in the future."

After all, he raised his foot and kicked.

Sheng Jiao's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly grabbed his ankle and pulled it hard. Xi Jianglan was caught off guard and staggered to his knees, almost falling into Sheng Jiao's arms.

Dong Rong's sword came out of his hand, but was caught by Sheng Jiao's backhand.

I saw a flash of cold light.

Sheng Jiao expressionlessly pressed Xi Jianglan on the futon, Dong Rong's sword rubbed three inches of his neck and pierced straight into the ground, the sword buzzed, shaking the little sword ear.

The killing intent pressed against Xi Jianglan's neck, causing the necklace buttons on his earrings to freeze instantly.

Xi Jianglan didn't know how to write the word "admit defeat" at all, and he was still domineering despite being so suppressed, and struggled to squeeze the hand firmly pressed against Sheng Jiao's knee.

The fingertips have pierced the palm, overflowing with poisonous blood.

Because of Heng Yudu's "Exchanging the Bright Moon", the two people facing each other seem to be standing on the same spider's thread in the sky, calm and peaceful, barely having any problems.

At this time, a small wind swirled, lightly breaking the delicate balance.

Sheng Jiao looked down at him from above, the boat had just pierced through the thick clouds, a ray of bright moon broke through the gap in the ivory window, and shone on his cold face, like half an inch of sword light.

"It means... I will kill you one day, right?"

Xi Jianglan's pupils shrank sharply, and his face showed horror. He ignored the blade around his neck and struggled to kick Sheng Jiao, who was oppressing him.

"Go away!"

Sheng Jiao withdrew his sword and stood up with a cold face.

Xi Jianglan took a few steps back quickly, but the room was too small, he couldn't stop for a moment, staggered and fell directly, his back was stuck on the frosty railing of the long corridor, and the sharp ice slashed his palm bloodstains.

Sheng Jiao frowned and took half a step forward, as if wanting to help him.

Xi Jianglan hissed and covered his hands, sweating coldly from the pain.

He was about to scold someone, when he looked up and suddenly froze.

In the corridor outside the room between the two of them, at some time, dozens of masked men in black were quietly leaning against the wooden door with weapons in their hands, watching...

It's like trying to sneak attack and assassinate.

Xi Jianglan and the man in black stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

After a while, Xi Jianglan saw that there seemed to be puppet charms that should be carved on their weapons, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "You are here to kill Sheng Jiao under the order of Qiaoer?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Idiot!" Xi Jianglan seemed to have finally found a way to vent his anger. He made a fuss and took all the shame and embarrassment he had just angered at these wooden people, cursing, "What are you still doing? If you don't kill him, you won't be able to catch up with this year's Hungry Ghost Festival! Come on!" !"

Everyone: "..."

Originally, he wanted to sneakily use the poison pill to stun the people in Youjian before attacking, but Xi Jianglan accidentally pierced it, and the man in black simply stopped hesitating, and immediately rushed towards Sheng Jiao with a weapon in his hand.

"What a waste."

Xi Jianglan sat on the railing angrily, too lazy to watch the bloody fighting scene.

Beyond the railings are the bright moon, sea of ​​clouds, and strong winds. The wooden railings are so thin that even if you are a little unstable, you will fall into the sky and the gods will be hard to save.

But Xi Jianglan seemed to never know what fear is, he swung his legs leisurely, tore off a piece of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around the wound on his palm, and made a "hiss" sound after wrapping it around.

After he "hissed" ten times, he tied up the wound with a cloth strip in his mouth, and raised his head again.

... The long corridor was filled with people staggering to and fro, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Sheng Jiao was unscathed, and flicked Dong Rong's sword coldly, while Xi Jianglan, who was outside the indifferent corridor, looked at each other.

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Sheng Jiao walked over with a sullen face.

Xi Jianglan turned around, hung his legs outside the boat, and said vigilantly: "You just stand there, let's talk."

Sheng Jiao stopped, frowned and said, "Come down."

"You guessed right." Xi Jianglan didn't even grasp the armrest, his thin body was blown tottering by the wind, and said coldly, "As early as six years ago, Rangchen predicted my death with Xiangwen——Tiandao My lord, you killed me."

Sheng Jiao's pupils shrank sharply.

Xi Jianglan's voice seemed to be dissipated in the wind.

"If I want to live, I have to kill you."

The "Let it go and protect it" of "Change the Bright Moon" is supposed to be able to manipulate Sheng Jiao to do anything, but Xi Jianglan is always cautious, fearing that Sheng Jiao's cultivation base is too high, and if he is pushed into a hurry, the "Kan Tian Dao" will forcibly break through. For the bright moon."

At that time, Sheng Jiao, who had been threatened with his life, might chop him into pieces without blinking an eye.

Xi Jianglan dared not gamble.

"The "Secret of the Sky" never makes a mistake, if I knew I would die at your hands, then I should kill you first to save my life, right? Xi Jianglan whispered, "Master Tiandao will understand, right?" "

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Where did Xi Jianglan have the ability to say such things without blushing?

Also righteous.

It seemed that it was Sheng Jiao's fault to argue with him.

The veins on Sheng Jiao's forehead twitched slightly, and he raised his hand towards him: "Come down first."

"Master Tiandao, I just want to..."

"Xi Jianglan," Sheng Jiao said suddenly.

——This is the first time he called Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan was taken aback.

Sheng Jiao's dark eyes seemed to have seen through Xi Jianglan, and he said coldly, "I don't want to expose your rhetoric anymore, enough is enough—come down."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan scolded his mother, put away the fake expression on his face, and jumped down lightly from the railing with a sullen face.

"Since you don't believe me, why do you ask?!" Xi Jianglan complained first, and bared him, "If you want to know what Rang Chen said to me, you might as well ask him yourself."

Seeing that he finally came down, Sheng Jiao coldly looked away.

Xi Jianglan kicked the puppet who didn't know if he was alive or dead on the ground, cursed in a low voice, "It's useless", and deliberately bumped into Sheng Jiao's shoulder as he walked over.

But Sheng Jiao was tall and majestic like a mountain, Xi Jianglan knocked his small body aside.

"you……"

Xi Jianglan glared at him, intending to make trouble out of no reason, but his gaze inadvertently fell on Sheng Jiao's hand that was hanging aside as if it had been bitten by a dog, and suddenly it became limp.

He climbed onto the soft bed without making a sound, and wrapped the neatly folded robes around his body indiscriminately, maintaining a subdued posture with his knees curled up, intending to sleep.

"Is this Sheng Wuzhuo wearing a magic weapon that can read people's hearts?"

Otherwise, why would he be able to tell at a glance which words he said were true and which were false.

Xi Jianglan couldn't figure it out, sniffing the cinnamon on Sheng Jiao's robe and fell asleep drowsily.

The two broke up after a quarrel.

He didn't say a word until the boat landed early the next morning.

Dawn broke.

Xi Jianglan, who was sleepy and sleepy, was wearing a coat with Xiezhi pattern. His slender figure walked through the sun-filled promenade, and his gaze fell gently below.

The sun was so strong that the thick frost on the outer layer of the boat melted inch by inch, turned into drops of water and fell down like a light rain.

Zhongzhou has arrived.

Six years ago, Xi Jianglan fled in embarrassment from the three realms of Zhongzhou, from being the proud son of heaven to having nothing; he made his home everywhere, but because of the search and arrest order of the Xiezhi sect, he only wandered around in the south and north, and never got close to Zhongzhou.

But after going around and around, he came back.

Densely packed monks filed out from the exit of the boat, but Xi Jianglan didn't go down. He leaned on the railing and watched with a smile, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sheng Jiao didn't rush him, and stood beside him silently.

After a while, Xi Jianglan suddenly gave a short laugh.

Sheng Jiao said, "What?"

Xi Jianglan seemed to be watching all living beings through the ants-like crowd, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was looking forward to the upcoming drama.

"so good.

"I am back.

"Tonight in Zhongzhou...I'm afraid many people won't be able to sleep."

***

Xi Jianglan originally thought that Sheng Jiao would take him to Xiezhizong, and was racking his brains on how to escape with "exchanging the bright moon", but he realized after walking for a long time.

This turned out to be the direction to the Sheng family.

Xi Jianglan moved closer to Juan Xunfang, who was the best-spoken, and said with a smile, "Master Juan, does Sect Master Sheng also live in Sheng's house on weekdays?"

Juan Xunfang glared at him: "Don't get too close to me! I won't say anything, stay away from me!"

Not only was Xi Jianglan not far away, but even closer, he salivated and said, "Who are the people of the Sheng family? Bar?"

As soon as these words came out, Juan Xunfang's resentment towards the Sheng family instantly overwhelmed her dislike towards Xi Jianglan, and immediately chattered bitterly.

"Those dogs..."

Juan Xunfang probably wanted to swear, but when she saw Sheng Jiao in front of her, she forcibly held back, and said in a low voice: "Those bastards, they said they have dirty my mouth. If it wasn't for the suzerain, their Sheng family would have already I went to the market to beg for food, how could it be as beautiful as it is now?!"

Xi Jianglan asked with interest: "Is it beautiful?"

The Xi family was too prosperous back then, and the wood beauty would be destroyed by the forest wind.

With the lessons learned from the past, will the Sheng family still be ostentatious?

"Of course they don't dare in front of the suzerain, but they have done many evil things in private without leaving any evidence." Juan Xunfang frowned, "The suzerain lives in the Xiezhi sect all year round, and they don't necessarily go back every two or three years. , but every new year and festival, the Sheng family would come to challenge the suzerain... Oh, now the Patriarch of the Sheng family is the suzerain's dead ghost father, who always uses his status as an elder to oppress others."

Xi Jianglan was amused: "He's still an elder? Then what's your suzerain's attitude?"

"No attitude." Juan Xunfang was even more aggrieved, "Anyway, as long as the Sheng family doesn't make any unforgivable mistakes, the suzerain will not be the first to attack."

Xi Jianglan let out a thoughtful "Oh".

Since Sheng Jiao's residence has been fixed at Xiezhizong, why did he take him back to Sheng's house?

Juan Xunfang was still cursing at the side, but soon he was happy again: "However, this time the matter of buying and selling Xiangwen can be regarded as a big deal, and this time when I return to the Sheng family, the suzerain will definitely be able to feel proud and treat those moths well! "

Xi Jianglan thought to himself: "I'm proud? That's not necessarily the case."

Sheng Jiao's temper didn't look like he would show off his might.

After a while, the four arrived at Sheng's house.

At this time, the Sheng family was no longer the down-and-out small family a few years ago. The high-level courtyard was extremely extravagant, covered with a layer of translucent blue barrier, and the spiritual power of the spirit-gathering circle faintly dispersed.

Sheng Jiao walked in with a blank expression.

Seeing him coming back, the servant said respectfully, "The suzerain is here, the patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time."

Sheng Jiao didn't speak.

Xi Jianglan didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly whispered to Juan Xunfang: "Who else have you shown the list of buying and selling Xiangwen?"

Juan Xunfang wanted to say something about you, but on second thought, she looked at him in astonishment.

"Go and check, Master Tired." Xi Jianglan lazily said, "Your patriarch only knows justice and doesn't care about anything else. I'm afraid your Xiezhi clan has been drilled into a sieve by the eyeliner of various families."

Juan Xunfang shivered suddenly.

Passing through the pavilions and pavilions, one could see a room full of people standing in the main hall of the Sheng family from a long distance away. Xi Jianglan squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

He has been in an anxious mood since yesterday, and he didn't even give Sheng Jiao a good face. At this moment, he was suddenly overjoyed, as if he saw his sweetheart, his steps were slow, and his eyes were full of light.

Sheng Jiao followed his gaze coldly.

In the entire hall, there are only raccoon dogs who are in the same rank as the Sheng family.

"Who did you see?" Sheng Jiao asked.

Xi Jianglan's smile gradually deepened, and he murmured in a low voice: "A...enemy."

His tone was too gentle, like reuniting with a long-lost sweetheart, his eyes were like water, and the joy from the heart was not even a bit of pretense.

Sheng Jiao suddenly remembered what Xi Jianglan said on the boat...

"Whoever bullies me like this, even if I risk my life, I will let them die."

Xi Jianglan stared at the hall and didn't know who was there, his fingertips were trembling with excitement.

"He hasn't been out of Zhongzhou for a long time." Xi Jianglan put his uncontrollably trembling fingertips between his lips and bit hard. The pain stopped the trembling instantly. He licked his fingertips and said softly, "I'm very happy." miss him."

This state is obviously not right, and it is morbidly creepy.

Sheng Jiao grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled him back, and said coldly, "Go to my place to rest."

"What's the rest early in the morning?" Xi Jianglan smiled at him, "Why, are you afraid that I will kill you on the spot?"

Sheng Jiao didn't speak.

"Don't worry, I have no spiritual power right now, even if I have resentment in my heart, I won't have enough power." Xi Jianglan withdrew his hand lazily, "Hey, your father looks like he's going to eat you up, so I won't follow you. You boring gourd and Mr. Juan Shangyuan, those two little idiots, will definitely suffer."

Sheng Jiao: "No."

Xi Jianglan knew that the purpose of those people coming to Sheng's house was to let Xie Zhizong let those people who bought and sold Xiangwen survive, but he also knew that Sheng Jiao's temper would not let go.

Xi Jianglan will take revenge, so of course he doesn't want to make the Sheng family's wicked people feel better.

"Whispering, there are so many nonsense to vent your anger on you."

Xi Jianglan grabbed Sheng Jiao's hand instead, and happily ran up the steps.

As soon as Sheng Jiao entered the hall, everyone looked straight at him, with fear, resentment, begging, and deep alienation in their eyes.

After all, I'm not watching my family.

The head of the Sheng family's name was Sheng Zhongfeng. He was sitting on a chair, and when he saw Sheng Jiao approaching, he just drooped his brows, as if he was an elder, waiting for Sheng Jiao to salute him.

On the left and right of Sheng Zhongfeng is the side branch uncle Sheng Biyan, who looks a lot like Sheng Zhongfeng.

"What's your name?" Xi Jianglan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Oh yes, Sheng Zehuai."

After sweeping his gaze around, he finally silently cast his cold gaze on the man in the corner.

He was plain and unremarkable, like a frail scholar, but Xi Jianglan would still remember him even if he died.

——It was Xiezhizong Zhizheng and Qu Xiangren back then.

Sheng Jiao walked over slowly, just nodded, and said indifferently, "Patriarch."

Sheng Zhongfeng's face twitched, and he slapped the table angrily: "Okay, now that your wings are hardened, you don't even recognize your father?"

Sheng Jiao didn't blink, as if he just came to talk to Sheng Zhongfeng, and turned around to take Xi Jianglan away.

Sheng Zhongfeng's face turned green.

Xi Jianglan glanced past Qu Xiangren, as if he just passed by a stranger on the road, and said with a smile: "Uncle Sheng, don't be angry."

He was wearing Sheng Jiao's loose gown with the Xiezhi pattern, and he had almost no sense of presence when he was quiet. Everyone thought he was just Sheng Jiao's subordinate, and they didn't look at him directly.

At this moment, as soon as he made a sound, several eyes shot at Xi Jianglan.

When they saw the strange yet familiar face, they were all stunned.

Qu Xiangren's pupils shrank slightly, and somehow a stern coldness flashed in them.

Since Xi Jianglan was young, he looked younger than his peers. Six years later, his face has lost its immaturity, but he still looks like a young man who doesn't know much about the world. With a twitch of the corner, there was an inexplicable bad feeling.

Back then, Sheng Jiao was often punished by Sheng Zhongfeng, and whenever Xi Jue saw him, he would chatter endlessly without using a single dirty word, choking him to death.

But at that time, Xianjun Xi Xiaoxian had a noble status, and he couldn't beat or scold him at all, so he could only swallow his anger.

now……

Before Sheng Zhongfeng could speak, the expression of the white-bearded elder of the Qu family changed drastically, and he said sharply, "Sect Master Sheng, why didn't you imprison this rebellious bastard who slaughtered the entire Xi family in the Xiezhi sect? How dare you let him out to make trouble?" shake?!"

Now almost the whole of Zhongzhou knew that Sheng Jiao had arrested Xi Jianglan who had been on the run for six years, but he didn't expect Sheng Jiao to bring him to Sheng's house in a fair and honest manner, without being sentenced to death or tied to Ling.

Everyone looked at Xi Jianglan very strangely.

Some people are afraid, some feel guilty, and some even have their legs trembling.

Sheng Jiao glanced at him coldly.

Elder Qu trembled all over, as if struck by lightning, but he couldn't speak a word.

Xi Jianglan didn't care about the Qu family's nonsense at all, and devoted himself to choking Sheng Zhongfeng, and said with a smile: "Uncle Sheng's mourning, it is not easy to hold two funerals in a row at home, it has been hard work."

The two people who bought and sold Xiangwen in the Sheng family have not yet joined the Xiezhi sect, nor have they issued an order to kill them.

No one is dead, so why talk about funerals.

As soon as these words came out, Juan Xunfang and Shang Yuan, who thought they were going to be angry again, tried their best to hold back their laughter.

Sheng Zhongfeng was so shocked by the word "sorrow" that his eyes almost popped out, and he roared: "What are you, get out of here!"

"Hey, I don't." Xi Jianglan was more at ease than Sheng Jiao, who was surnamed Sheng, and even leisurely chose a seat to sit down, crossing his legs and raising his hand to call for the servant, "There will be a good show today. , please serve me a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea, I want to take a good look at it, it’s better to add some honey.”

The servants are all stupid.

Sheng Jiao glanced at him, he nodded hurriedly, trembling, went to make sweet-scented osmanthus tea.

Sheng Zhongfeng probably guessed something, pointed the finger at Sheng Jiao with a gloomy old face, and said coldly: "You really don't care about blood relationship at all?"

Sheng Jiao didn't speak, but answered silently.

"Okay, okay." Sheng Zhongfeng laughed back angrily, and praised twice, "Sect Master Sheng really upholds justice, kills relatives with righteousness, and kills even blood relatives!"

Sheng Jiao was not the type to argue with others, so he lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Juan Xunfang almost exploded and wanted to go up and curse, but Shang Yuan grabbed her.

"It's strange, Patriarch Sheng." Xi Jianglan didn't have any scruples, and his mouth was babbling. He propped his forehead and seemed to be puzzled. Shen Tian amnesty for two months? Now why are you letting him abuse the law for personal gain? How can you let you say all the good things? "

Juan Xunfang was so angry that her nose turned crooked, but when she first heard this, she suddenly felt relieved, and Xi Jianglan was finally pleasing to her eyes.

This mouth is quite capable of talking - as long as you don't hate yourself.

Sure enough, Sheng Zhongfeng choked up: "You! You!"

Xi Jianglan pointed to himself: "Ah, me, me, me, what's wrong with me?"

Sheng Zhongfeng had no demeanor of a patriarch, and yelled: "You bastard!"

Sheng Jiao finally said coldly: "Jian Xunfang."

Juan Xunfang was afraid that she would laugh, so she lowered her head sullenly and said, "Sect Master."

"Sheng Zehuai, take him to the Xiezhi sect. The rest of the people will all be arrested and brought into the sect within a day."

"Yes."

Sheng Zhongfeng's expression completely changed.

The other aristocratic families who came to intercede couldn't sit still immediately, they hurriedly sat up and spoke in a low voice to dissuade them - even Qu Xiangren frowned, feeling that the matter might be bad.

"Sect Master Sheng, please calm down, this matter... We discussed it and discussed it. After all, no one was killed, so we wouldn't kill them all."

"Yes, yes, suzerain think twice."

"Leave one life at least, and we will teach it strictly in the future!"

Sheng Jiao was unmoved.

Sheng Zehuai, who had been calm all the time, was also startled. He hurriedly looked at Sheng Zhongfeng, and said tremblingly, "Brother, save me!"

He was seized by Xiezhizong to buy and sell the evidence of Xiangwen, which is a felony.

At this time, being caught in the gate of hell, how can there be a life? !

"Sheng Wuzhuo!" Sheng Zhongfeng jumped up against the case, "Are you going to rebel?!"

The Sheng family standing next to them drew their swords.

Seeing this, the well-behaved and quiet Shang Yuan flashed the scarlet hostility in his eyes, and silently pressed the sword hanging from his waist.

Sheng Jiao looked at the cold lights aimed at him, and suddenly said: "Okay, you don't need to take it to Xiezhizong."

Juan Xunfang was in a hurry: "Sect Master!"

Sheng Zhongfeng breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Sheng Zehuai's head was covered with cold sweat, and the fear of the rest of his life made his heart beat wildly.

The atmosphere in the hall finally eased down, no longer tense.

As long as Sheng Jiao can make sense, everything will be fine.

Sheng Jiao's face was expressionless, and the fingers in his sleeve moved lightly. Xi Jianglan, who was happily sipping osmanthus tea, suddenly felt his earrings turn, and the surrounding sounds disappeared again.

Suddenly, a pale thunder flashed in front of his eyes.

Xi Jianglan shook his hands in fright, and almost spilled the tea.

The Tianyan beads on Sheng Jiao's wrist spun rapidly, and all [-] beads landed on the "Zhu".

As the last bead stopped, a deafening thunderbolt fell from the sky, pierced through the eaves and beams of the hall, and smashed on Sheng Zehuai Tianling's cover.

At the last moment, he still kept a smile on his face, and without even noticing the pain, he quietly turned into dust and fell to the ground.

A handful of hot ashes slowly piled up.

Everyone was stunned by this earth-shattering sky thunder.

Sheng Zhongfeng stared blankly at his younger brother who was still alive just now, standing in a pile of ruins, unable to recover for a long time.

Sheng Biyan used to treat Sheng Jiao like that when he was young, and every time he saw Sheng Jiao, he felt guilty, and had been silent since just now, waiting for Sheng Zhongfeng to settle the matter.

Seeing that there were still broken bones in the hot ashes, Sheng Biyan's face was pale, and he couldn't hold it anymore, his legs were weak and he staggered and fell to the ground, his face full of horror and despair.

Sheng Zehuai...

same crime as his son.

He even dared to kill his own uncle Sheng Jiao, let alone his younger brother who had no friendship with him.

The entire hall has become ruins, and the ground is covered with scorched earth and black marks struck by lightning. Only Xi Jianglan's feet are clean.

Sheng Jiao stood on the burning cracked ground, his eyes were emotionless, and his lips didn't even bother to move.

"Patriarch, is there anything else?"

Sheng Zhongfeng was so angry that his eyes were tearing apart, his voice was lowered like a beast being driven to a corner, and hissed: "Sheng Wuzhuo! How dare you?!"

Sheng Jiao is a cold stone that cannot be warmed and melted, and he doesn't know what emotion is at all.

The scary thing is...

Such a heartless and heartless monster was forced out by their own hands.

Sheng focus.

Well, it seems that there is nothing else.

Sheng Jiao looked at Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan's earrings had been put back into operation, and he probably didn't expect Sheng Jiao to kill as soon as he said it. He was holding osmanthus tea and drinking osmanthus tea with trembling paws, Erlang put his legs down, looking extremely cute.

There was silence all around, no one dared to speak.

Soon, Xi Jianglan finished his sweet-scented osmanthus tea in small sips.

Sheng Jiao opened his lips and said, "Let's go."

"Oh."

Like a chick, Xi Jianglan obediently followed Sheng Jiao and said where to go.

In the hall, Sheng Zhongfeng looked at Sheng Jiao with poisoned eyes, and his hands hanging aside were clenched tightly, making a crisp sound of bones colliding.

As soon as Sheng Jiao reached the steps, Elder Qu had the guts to catch up with him, and said sharply, "Sect Master Sheng! You are so unselfish and righteous in killing relatives, why are you ridiculing them?!"

Sheng Jiao paused.

Elder Qu pointed at Xi Jianglan, who was full of innocence, and gritted his teeth: "Back then in the Xiezhi Sect, he was the one who abolished the spiritual level, but he blamed my Qu family for this matter, which made our family end up like this. ! Three years ago, my brother was killed in the southern border, and he was also responsible!"

Xi Jianglan blinked, and laughed with a "puchi": "Are you just playing the trick of framing people in front of you? I'm a useless person now, how can I kill your parents?"

Elder Qu was furious: "It must be you!"

Sheng Jiao looked at him coldly: "Evidence."

Elder Qu choked.

On the body that was finally recovered...

There is no spiritual power left, only knowing that someone crushed his heart with bare hands and died.

Xi Jianglan sighed: "You want me to plead guilty without any evidence, but I am wronged to death. Anyone with a bad temper will sue Xiezhizong, accuse you of framing, and destroy my innocence."

Elder Qu was so angry that his beard was going to fly off!

How can this bastard be innocent? !

Sheng Jiao turned around and left.

Juan Xunfang and Shang Yuan followed quickly.

The two finally felt refreshed for a while, their eyebrows were beaming, and they felt windy when they walked.

Elder Qu was trembling with anger, looking at Xi Jianglan's back fiercely with his eyes like a knife, wishing to tear him to pieces.

But no matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to make a move in front of Sheng Jiao.

At this moment, Xi Jianglan, who was walking at the end, suddenly turned sideways.

A weird and seductive smile gently appeared on that beautiful face, like a blooming poppy in the bright morning sun.

Xi Jianglan stretched out his slender fingers and tapped twice in his direction, one for Elder Qu, and two for Qu Xiangren at the threshold.

Qu Xiangren was full of killing intent that couldn't be concealed, and looked at him coldly.

Xi Jianglan's every move was like a orchid moving against the wind, elegant and graceful, gently pinching his five fingertips to grab his heart, as if pinching someone's heart.

Suddenly, the slender five fingers spread out, as beautiful as a snow lotus blooming.

Xi Jiang's brows were joyful, as if he had spring in his eyes, and his bright red lips moved slightly, like a lively and playful child, and said silently while laughing:

- bah.

The pupils of Elder Qu and Qu Xiangren behind him shrank sharply.

It really is him!

Sheng Jiao seemed to have noticed something, and looked sideways.

Xi Jianglan withdrew his hand and trotted over with a smile, like an obedient and cheerful young deer.