Quick Transmigration: Male God's Fancy Blackening Manual

Chapter 255 6. Ancient Martial Arts 9
But who is the murderer?

There were more than 30 people who came to Jianjian Villa. Most of them were masters or leaders from various sects. They looked righteous and awe-inspiring. There is no guilty conscience, everyone has a puzzled expression on their faces.

What's more, if the strength of the two people who were killed was not checked, they could be killed easily, which shows that the murderer was not only powerful, but also someone familiar to the people who were killed.

There were a few martial arts masters who walked alone. They looked cold and unkind, and the others were not ashamed to say that those people were evil disciples sent by the demon sect.

Because another person died.

So Ling Xuanzi had no choice but to gather everyone in the lobby and start to discuss this matter collectively.

Ling Xuanzi, as the one with the deepest (?) strength in the field, naturally thought that he was the leader and gathered everyone together. The people present were still quite unconvinced by his arrangement.

In the entire lobby, there were only 30 chairs, but there were more than [-] people at the beginning, which created an embarrassing situation. The people who came first sat on the chairs, but the people who came late had no chairs. Can only stand.

If the position is determined according to the level of strength, even if the people present are unwilling, they will never say it. After all, the strength lies there. If they are not convinced, then they can fight directly to solve the problem.

But the key is!

Some low-strength people feared that Ling Xuanzi would be unhappy and arrived early, so they took their positions. Some people who claimed to be strong, however, made Ling Xuanzi think that they were not inferior to Ling Xuanzi because of Ling Xuanzi's posture of treating himself as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Xuanzi's martial arts people were very unconvinced, so they didn't take Ling Xuanzi's call seriously at all, and they came very late.

When they arrived, they saw that there was no room for them in the hall!
This makes them very unhappy!

Zhang San is also one of the people who are not low in strength. When he came to this huge hall, he saw that there were no seats left, and Ling Xuanzi was also discussing things with other people. one thing.

Zhang San's face turned gloomy in an instant, and his burly figure like a hill walked straight towards Ling Xuanzi, obviously in an attitude of reasoning.

He is reckless and upright by nature, and he disdains Ling Xuanzi, a person like Ling Xuanzi who talks about morality on the lips but is actually more hateful than anyone else inside.

Zhang San said coldly: "Daoist Ling, what do you mean?"

Daoist Ling drank his tea calmly, he didn't feel displeased when the conversation was interrupted, but showed a modest smile on his mouth, "I don't understand what you are talking about, I called you here first, you I'm late, I have something important to discuss with you, and you, not only late, but also straight up to question me, so I want to ask you, what do you mean?"

Zhang San was dumbfounded when he was questioned.

He had a point in his heart.

After all, they are all here to participate in the Martial Arts Leader Competition, and everyone has the same status, so there should be no such special treatment at all.

For Ling Xuanzi to do this as the master, it was too arrogant and presumptuous both emotionally and rationally.

Zhang San couldn't say a word for a long time, and finally he said reluctantly: "This meeting was stopped by Daoist Ling, right?"

(End of this chapter)