The moonlight passed through the clouds again, covering the whole world with a layer of dreamy white veil.

Leng Madam's eyes fell on the jade pendant left by He Pingfan. The moonlight penetrated, and something seemed to be flowing slowly in the blood-colored jade pendant.

Soon it condenses into small characters, which are refracted into the walls inside the tower through the moonlight.

Leng Madam Yi's beautiful eyes moved, looking at the dense characters intently.

Gradually, a hint of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"Oh, my goodness!"

She stared at the scene with almost no faith.

"This is the general outline that all the strong men of Yunxuan Sect are searching for!"

For hundreds of years, the strong men of Yunxuan Sect were unable to break through because of the lack of the general outline. Unexpectedly, they fell into He Pingfan's hands.

Leng Fanyi felt a little upset.

If this disappears and spreads, I really don’t know how much sensation it will cause.

Just as she was about to be surprised and suspicious, a voice came from the gate of the Sutra Tower, "Master Yun!"

Yun Sanqian, known as a gentleman, had a serious face, nodded slightly, and walked into the Sutra Tower with his hands behind his back.

The two left-behind disciples were envious and sighed secretly.

This is the best treatment of the young generation of strong men, and Master Lian Yun came here to give advice.

Hearing the footsteps downstairs, Leng Masao quickly grabbed the jade pendant and hid it on his body.

The fact that I own a jade pendant must not be circulated, otherwise I will not be able to explain it clearly even if I have a mouth.

Thumb--Yun Sanqian walked upstairs, Leng Mahjong had to salute respectfully, "Master Yun!"

Yun Sanqian smiled and walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, looking at Leng Fanyi with his eyes.

"Huan Yi, what's going on with me that I asked you to consider?"

"If I hadn't spoken for you last time, how could you have such a good opportunity?"

"With such treatment, I'm afraid I can't find a second person in the entire Yunxuan Sect."

Leng Fanyi lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Master Yun, for giving me some advice."

Yun Sanqian smiled and said, "Since you know, how should you thank me?"

You can't just say thank you in vain, right?"

He gradually approached Leng Madam.

Leng Madam took a few steps back and did not look up.

Yun Sanqian reached out to touch her face, "You agree?"

"Master Yun, please respect yourself!"

Leng Masahiro Yi had a cold face and looked cold.

Anger arose from the bottom of my heart.

Yun Sanqian's face turned cold and said in a deep voice, "Leng Madam Yi, don't toast and not eat and drink, be shameless."

"With your strength, can you escape from my palm?"

Yun Sanqian moved and grabbed Leng Fanyi's sleeve with one hand.

Leng Madam retreated suddenly, and because the space inside the tower was too small, his body hit the wall.

Three thousand clouds follow like shadows, and move like wind.

Hu——Turn the palm into the claws, pinching the Se Pa bones towards Leng Wanyi.

Leng Fanyi was shocked, and she slid backwards, and she suddenly lowered her waist, almost sliding towards the stairs on the fourth floor.

In desperation, he actually used a strange footwork to avoid Yun Sanqianyi's capture.

"You actually know the martial arts of other sects?"

Yun Sanqian was very surprised to see Leng Masayoshi using this step.

In addition to being surprised, he snorted again, "Even if this is the case, so what?

After all, you can't escape from my palm."

"Your practice is still a little shallow in front of me."

The figure moved, and was about to use a trick to subdue Leng Fanyi, suddenly, a cold light in front of him was shocked, and a soft sword rushed straight into his throat.

The swordsmanship is so fast and the attack is so fierce that it is completely unexpected.

The murderous aura surged in.

Yun Sanqian burst into cold sweat all over his body, and even with his strength, he dared not easily touch his sharpness.

With his toes against the ground, his figure quickly retreated to the stairs leading to the second and third floors.

Suddenly—I didn’t expect a figure suddenly jumped up from downstairs and slapped Yun Sanqian’s back with a palm.

Peng——His figure stagnated, and the sword came through the air.

Puff——a sword to seal the throat.

Blood splattered, Yun Sanqian's eyes bulged, and he looked at the female disciple in front of him with almost no faith.

"You - you... are the murderer who killed Senior Brother Nie."

Plop - Yun Sanqian fell down, and He Pingfan appeared behind him, holding a roast chicken and two bottles of water in his hand.

Leng Fanyi held the sword and his face was pale.

He Pingfan's eyes were filled with surprise, and Leng Masao calmed down instead.

He looked at Yun Sanqian's body under his feet, "Actually, I should have guessed it was you, but unfortunately I just don't believe in my analysis."

Zheng—Leng Masahiro pressed the mechanism and the soft sword shrank back.

"What do you want?"

He Pingfan did not look at her, but looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "What else can you do? Just deal with his corpse quickly."

Leng Fanyi was stunned, "Why do you want to help me?"

He Pingfan avoided this topic, "I want to know, why did you kill him?"

Leng Masahiro said coldly, "He is like Nie Fengyun, deserves to die!"

"A group of scumbags! I actually want my female disciples to accompany me in the bed!"

He Pingfan looked at her angry look and finally understood the reason.

He instantly figured out all the key points, no wonder Nie Fengyun looked frightened and incredible when he died.

It turned out that the person who killed them was his disciple. How could Leng Fanyi's strength have achieved their lives?

But Leng Masahiro was surprised and killed him, and even they were unable to defend themselves.

"Then why did you kill Song Weiyuan?"

Leng Masahiro did not hide it, "Song Weiyuan and Wen Xiaowan drugged me, and he would be more than dead."

He Pingfan understood everything, and tore off Yun Sanqian's clothes and wiped the blood on the ground, and said to Leng Fanyi, "I'll leave the roast chicken for you, I'll deal with the corpse."

Leng Fanyi stood there, looking at He Pingfan handling all this, and her brows frowned.

In the darkness, He Pingfan quietly left with Yun Sanqian's body on his back. Leng Fanyi stood at the window and looked at him, and a complicated feeling surged in his heart.

He Pingfan just climbed over a wall, and the pants on Yun Sanqian's body hooked on the glass sheet on the wall, sniffing——"Who?"

Several beams of light shone over, and in an instant, more than a dozen Yunxuan Sect disciples who were patrolling the night rushed out from the other side.

Someone's lightning shone on Yun Sanqian's body, and his face changed drastically, "Master Yun was killed by him!"

"Swish—Swish—" A sharp whistle sounded, and someone shouted, "No, Master Yun was killed."

Woo—Woo—The disciple who was on duty at Zangjin Tower heard the shout and sounded the alarm.

In an instant, bursts of rapid alarm sounded over the entire Yunxuan Sect.

Countless figures gathered from all directions, and soon cut off all retreats.

He Pingfan shook his head, looking speechless.

Just now, when he accidentally dragged Yun Sanqian's body over the wall, his pants hooked to the wall. Alas! Seeing more and more people from Yunxuan Sect surrounded him, he simply refused to leave.

Because of this departure, Yun Sanqian's death was hard to explain.

Since that's the case, let them come for themselves! Leng Fanyi's face was dull when he saw this scene in the Sutra Tower.

After reaching out and touching the soft sword's mechanism, her mind was extremely confused.
Chapter completed!