Her beautiful jade face suddenly sank, and she swept coldly to the four middle-aged people in the hall, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The handsome middle-aged Song Huiren said solemnly: "Gang Master, three days ago, two disciples were killed. We don't think we need to report this little thing to the gang leader. We search for the murderer first, find the murderer and then report to the gang leader."

Yuan Ziyan frowned and glared at him: "Is it a little bit of a disciple dead?!"

If no one died and was only seriously injured, then there is nothing wrong with this decision.

Now I am busy with everything I have, I have to practice martial arts, serve the eunuchs, and deal with the disputes between various sects.

The sects under Zhuyinsi are not easy-to-use lamps. They may be testing the background of Zhuyinsi, or there may be disputes that require her to mediate.

You don’t have to bother yourself with small things.

But if the disciple dies, it is no trivial matter!

Even though the Qingfeng Gang is not strong, there are many disciples but weak strength, there are mixed together, and all kinds of people in the three sects and all kinds of people are included.

But she would never tolerate Qingfeng's disciple being killed.

Song Huiren clasped his fists and lowered his head: "Is there something wrong with my subordinates!"

"Okay, have you found the murderer?" Yuan Ziyan waved her jade hand and swept at the other three middle-aged men.

The thin Li Chongshan shook his head and sighed: "Not found."

"What then?" Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Is there something wrong again?"

"Yes, four more disciples died." Song Huiren said helplessly: "It's exactly the same as before."

Li Chongshan said: "My subordinates think that this is no longer a trivial matter, it should be a provocation!"

Yuan Ziyan brushed her silk sleeves.

She walked lightly to the six corpses, and then squatted down regardless of the odor of the corpses, stripped off their clothes and exposed her chest.

The four of them also surrounded them.

Song Huiren said: "Gangmaster, you see, they all have this palm print in their hearts, which should be some kind of Qimen's palm skills."

The six people's skin was already blue, their stomachs began to bulge, and they were about to explode at any time, which was a normal corpse reaction.

The heart and mouth are highlighted by a blood-red palm print, just like red mud pinching a palm print and sticking it to their hearts.

Yuan Ziyan said lightly: "It's not alone."

The four nodded.

The blood red palm print is of different sizes.

Li Chongshan said: "We judged that there were four people and one child, and they should be about ten years old."

"Child..." Yuan Ziyan shook her head: "There is such a deep palm power for the child?"

The palm power condenses but does not dissipate, causing such traces, which is not something that ordinary children can possess.

Her white jade hand gently pressed an red palm print, and the fragrance suddenly suffocated.

She wrinkled her nose, squirted her left hand away from the fragrance, and shook her right hand gently.

"Bang!" The air blew up.

A afterimage appeared in the air in her jade hand, as if it had turned into a thousand hands, making the four of them feel as if they were shocked.

"It's so vicious!" Yuan Ziyan snorted: "This palm has a strange power and a poisonous palm, so it should be easy to find!"

Her fingers are still numb and the Yuanli is unconsciously eroding her fingers, hindering the invasion of the poison.

Such a highly poisonous palm power cannot be unknown.

"Gangmaster, we have never heard of this palm power." Song Huiren smiled bitterly.

Yuan Ziyan frowned and looked at him, then looked at the other three people.

They all shook their heads.

"I've never heard of it..." Yuan Ziyan frowned and pondered: "It shouldn't be the sect of the island?"

If no one has practiced this magical skill before, so it is not revealed in the world and is unknown, and now someone has finally practiced it, then there will not be four people who have practiced it at once.

The biggest possibility is that it is spread from the outer island, so I have never heard of it.

Although Luoying Island is large, the Tianyuan Sea is even larger, with many islands and many sects. No matter how many Qingfeng Gang has, it is impossible for him to hear all the unique skills of the supernatural skills.

"It's very likely." Song Huiren nodded quickly: "But since he is a foreigner, why should he deal with us? He should not have any enemies."

Li Chongshan said: "Although these four disciples have impetuous temperaments, they may have provoked them, but they shouldn't die!"

Song Huiren said in a deep voice: "This is too much!"

Yuan Ziyan waved her jade hand and said, "I guess these are useless now, I still have to find the murderer. I can't even find the murderer, so what else can I say!"

All four of them bow their heads.

They have indeed tried all the methods, found the gang who are good at tracking, and found the top coroners in the city.

Unfortunately, I still know nothing about the murderer.

Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Come and get a basin of water!"

"Gangmaster, I'll do it." Song Huiren went to fetch a basin of water himself and came in with the other three smiling eyes.

Yuan Ziyan walked to the edge of the basin, bent down to wash her jade hands with water, graceful and calm.

The water in the wooden basin was quickly pitch black as ink.

The four of them were shocked.

Li Chongshan and the others didn't bother to laugh at Song Huiren, so they looked over and smelled the faint fragrance. Then they shook their eyes and almost fainted.

They were busy exercising their strength and shook their heads hard to prevent themselves from fainting.

Yuan Ziyan glanced at them sideways and said, "You are lucky."

If they were the ones, I would probably have lost my life if I couldn't wait for my help. The poison was too fierce.

If he were not a great master, he would probably have died.

Although this poison is fierce, it is not as difficult as the Tianmo San I encountered last time, and its internal strength can be suppressed.

But for the Grandmaster, that is fatal.

Its power is like fire, and it instantly devours life. If it is less than a master's cultivation, it cannot stop the poisonous power at all.

The four of them staggered back, their faces pale as paper.

"Gangmaster, what a strong poison!" Song Huiren gritted his teeth and said, "Gangmaster has good cultivation!"

Only then did they realize what the gang leader was suffering. Such a powerful poison could still be suppressed as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "It's this time, I'm still flattering!"

The other three were embarrassed to laugh at him.

This is what they wanted to say. Now they realize that the gang leader’s cultivation is so unpredictable that he is better than him!

Song Huiren said: "Can the gang leader find them?"

"Yes." Yuan Ziyan nodded: "I'll come when I go."

She turned into ripples and disappeared into the hall, and appeared in front of Li Chengkong the next moment, showing a bright smile.

Li Chengkong continued to stare at his book, without any intention of diverting his eyes.

"Old--------" Yuan Ziyan called out in a sweet voice.

Li Chengkong put down the book in anger and glared at him: "Speak well!"

He had goosebumps all over.

"Master, Qingfeng Gang is in trouble. Someone killed the disciples of Qingfeng Gang." Yuan Ziyan said coquettishly: "Doesn't seek provocation!"

She bit her seductive red lips and said angrily: "The murderer can't be found!"

Li Chengkong said: "You are the head of Zhuyinsi, and you have countless strange people and talents. How can you still be difficult for you?"

Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "They are all useless, and I don't want to use them either."

She didn't want the other sects to watch the fun.

More importantly, she doesn't want to expose Qingfeng Gang.

Qingfeng Gang wants to be a secret chess, but is not strong enough and is in the middle and lower level of the martial arts world, which can make up for the source of information.

"Um..." Li Chengkong nodded.

He understood Yuan Ziyan's profound meaning and put down the book.

Xu Zhiyi whispered: "Sister Yuan, what's going on?"

Yuan Ziyan told the story, and stretched out her white jade hand and handed it to Li Chengkong.

Li Chengkong pressed her slender finger with his big hand.
Chapter completed!