Wang Lang was originally an abandoned disciple of the Tianyuan Sect. How could he have the chance to meet these big shots? Although he was extremely nervous, it was related to the life of his beloved disciple at this moment. He could only muster up his courage and said timidly, "Golden Venerable Wu Hen, why did you ask my disciple to go? He's just a little kid. How could he dare to trouble several Golden Venerables? He wouldn't dare to waste the precious time of Golden Venerables. "
Hongyun suffered a loss in silence. Fayuan knew that his chance to perform had come. Before Wu Hen could speak, he snorted, "You still don't know what's going on? Hmph, in my opinion, not only is your disciple very bold, but you are also very impressive. Bold and reckless, disregarding seniority. Very good, very impressive. "
This snort was like an ice-cold arrow that shot into the heart. Wang Lang was so scared that his body trembled. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and lowered his head unconsciously. When he lowered his head, he saw Zhao Yun who was full of fighting spirit and Duobao who was ready to go. He immediately felt a warm current and thought to himself, "No matter what, I'm Zhao Yun's master. I have to do my best to protect him."
Seeing that the three people in the room dared not to speak, Fayuan became more and more proud. He stroked his long beard and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Not only will Hui Ming be arrested, but you might also be his accomplice. Wudao, Wukong, why aren't you doing it?!"
Zhao Yun's eyes widened in anger. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword was unsheathed, revealing an endless fighting spirit, "Who dares to touch my master?!" Sensing Zhao Yun's urgency, the Jade Fire True Qi in his body was ready to move. It naturally grew from his dantian and flowed smoothly, pouring into the meridians in his hands. Unfortunately, he had just been seriously injured. The meridians in his body were damaged, and his True Qi was very little. Although it was repaired and harmonized by the Tai Chi and Yin Yang Qi, it was impossible for him to recover overnight. Therefore, Zhao Yun knew that he was powerless. However, in order to protect his master, what could he do even if he gave up his life?
His master was one of the few relatives in this world. Zhao Yun would never allow his master to die because of him. The scene of Wang Lang's master breaking his own legs that day was still vivid in her mind, causing Zhao Yun to wake up from her dreams countless times. She was filled with regret and self-blame. Now that he had learned the Green Lotus Sword Technique, it was time for him to protect his master.
"Wait!" His voice was hurried and powerful. Wudao and Wukong were both taken aback. They stopped in their tracks and glanced at Wang Lang, who looked wretched and bedridden. Since when did the odd-job workers of the Huo Huan Tang dare to stop the elites of the Tianyuan Sect? This was truly a rebellion!
Wudao and Wukong immediately felt that they had been fooled. A sense of loss and frustration made them angry out of shame. At the same time, they scolded, "Bullshit! Golden Venerable is here. Is there a place for you to speak?"
Since Wang Lang dared to speak, he must have thought everything through. Now that things had come to this, he no longer cared about life and death. The only thing he could do was to fight for his disciple. Therefore, he was duty-bound to do so. Although the Three Heroes of Tianyuan were pressuring him, it couldn't hide his firmness and determination. "I, Wang Lang, am indeed not a big shot. The words of a lowly person carry little weight. How would I dare to be presumptuous in front of Golden Venerable? However, I've stayed in the Lingyun Temple for most of my life, so I finally have some knowledge. Dare I ask Golden Venerable Wu Hen, even if Hui Ming is really guilty, he should be handed over to the Commandment Courtyard to be punished. Since when did the Tianyuan Sect need to come and arrest him personally? "
Wudao and Wukong were speechless for a moment. They thought that old man Wang Lang was right. It had always been the Commandment Courtyard who was in charge of punishing the disciples who made mistakes. Why did the Tianyuan Sect have to do it themselves this time? But then, they realized that this time was different. This was the young sect master's matter! He scolded, "Do you need to talk nonsense about how the Tianyuan Sect handles things?"
Wang Lang puffed out his chest and refused to give up. "Even the Tianyuan Sect has to act according to the rules of the Lingyun Temple, right?"
Wu Hen smiled gently. "Oh, I naturally understand the rules of the Lingyun Temple. This time, I definitely won't punish Hui Ming privately. Didn't you see with your own eyes how I stopped my junior brother's killing move just now? I only asked Hui Ming to go to the Tianyuan Sect and ask him a few questions. How could I break the rules of the Lingyun Temple? " As he spoke, he looked straight into Wang Lang's eyes. He thought to himself, "This junior is ridiculous. He actually dares to use the Commandment Courtyard to pressure me!"
The rules of the Commandment Courtyard couldn't be broken. He, Wu Hen, also didn't dare to offend the Commandment Courtyard and the Elders Courtyard behind it. But this time, he couldn't care less. He had to break the rules. Because the one who died was Song Langyun. Even if the Commandment Courtyard was impartial and impartial, they would definitely cover up everything for the sake of the Tianyuan Sect.
This was because Song Langyun was not only the young lord of the Tianyuan Sect, but also the most beloved descendant of the Lingyun Temple's head, Taoist Ziwei! Taoist Ziwei had always doted on Song Langyun like a grandson. No matter what, he would give Song Jiang a chance to avenge his son and deal with Hui Ming personally.
Wu Hen still remembered Song Jiang's anger at that moment. Thinking about it, he still felt his heart palpitate. The anger of the Tianyuan Sect's head made him, a Taoist who had been cultivating immortality for a long time, feel afraid.
In the evening, Song Jiang had a rare moment of leisure to play chess with Wu Hen. Wu Hen's chess skills were excellent. Without leaving a trace, he gradually sent his black pieces into the balance of defeat. Seeing that the white pieces were about to win naturally, Song Jiang, who had always been bold, suddenly stopped playing chess. His hand was in the air, and the chessboard suddenly became silent.
In the strange atmosphere, Wu Hen stole a glance at Song Jiang, only to see that his master was not as calm as he used to be. His breathing was rapid, and his hand holding the white pieces was slightly trembling.
Wu Hen was puzzled. He asked tentatively, "Master, what's wrong?" Song Jiang seemed to have just broken free from an absurd dream. He smiled and said, "Nothing. Let's talk about it after this game." Wu Hen did not dare to say anything more. Song Jiang placed his pieces as if they were flying. In a short while, Wu Hen was completely defeated. Wu Hen said respectfully, "Master's chess skills are getting better and better. I'm far from being your match."
Song Jiang did not have the slightest joy of winning. Holding a black jade piece, he said coldly, "Langyun was killed just now. Wu Hen, catch the murderer for me. Do you understand? Go immediately! "Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood.
Wu Hen's three souls and six spirits were scared out of his wits. He couldn't believe his ears, but he didn't dare to say another word. He knew that the emotionless Sovereign was like a volcano that was about to erupt. The slightest hesitation would cause him to suffer an unexpected disaster.
He could only walk out quickly. Behind him, a box of chess pieces was thrown into the air along with the chessboard. The box burst into flames and was burned to ashes. Wisps of monstrous anger were screaming silently. Drops of Lian Xin's blood were seeping out quietly. Wu Hen did not dare to look back. He only knew that no matter what, he had to immediately find the murderer of the young master.
Wu Hen was extremely efficient. He immediately gathered all the members of the Tianyuan Sect and asked about Song Langyun's movements. Those spies who were spying on Zhao Yun knew that this was a serious matter. They hurriedly told him about the young master's order to monitor Zhao Yun. Some Taoist priests also reported that the young master had ordered them to cultivate in seclusion or refine elixirs. In short, they were not allowed to go out.
Wu Hen quickly deduced from the many clues that Song Langyun had most likely ambushed Zhao Yun at Lin Baidao tonight. What he couldn't figure out was how someone of Song Langyun's cultivation could have died at the hands of others. Song Langyun had the power of the Immortal Cultivation Stage and a lot of magic weapons to protect himself. No matter how bad it was, he should be able to escape. Why did the sect master say that Song Langyun was dead?
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