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"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense..."

Shangguan Ce shook his body, pointed at Zhang Han and exclaimed loudly, but there was an expression of disbelief in his eyes, what happened today?Why were the secrets of Fenxiang Valley revealed one by one?

"Speaking of which, Xuanhuo Jianruo is so important to Fenxiang Valley, why don't you see the owner of the valley come here in person? Is it because you are retreating and comprehending the supreme supernatural power passed down by that beast monster, so you don't have time to pay attention to these trivial matters?"

Zhang Han's questioning was so loud that Shangguan Ce turned pale. He had long forgotten about returning to the Xuanhuojian, and he just kept saying things like, "It's a bunch of nonsense, don't want to spit out blood", but anyone with a discerning eye can see it His desire is obvious.

Ever since Zhang Han angered Shangguan Ce, Puhong, who had been silent for a long time, said to Daoxuan, "Master Daoxuan, this matter is of great importance, so don't be careless. In the future, you must send your disciples to go south. Jiang, check it out."

"Senior brother Puhong is right, this matter must be investigated to find out!"

Daoxuan nodded heavily, then turned to Shangguan Ce and said indifferently, "Everyone in Fenxiang Valley, since this Xuanhuojian belongs to the Wu Clan in Southern Xinjiang, it is due to his chance that it is now in the hands of the little apprentice. If you don't For other things, please go down the mountain."

"Yicai, see off the guests!"

Daoxuan gave instructions to Xiao Yicai who was beside him, and touched the coffee table beside him with his left hand, but suddenly found nothing, turned his head to look, and then remembered that his tea set was taken away by Zhang Han, and he was drinking at this time It's delicious...

Xiao Yicai walked into the hall and said to everyone in Fenxiang Valley, "Everyone, please!"

Shangguan Ce's face was ashen and defeated, he looked at Daoxuan, then at Puhong, knowing that there was nothing to be done, he led a group of disciples, and went down the mountain in desperation.

In the hall, if there is anyone who is not interested in this shocking news, it is Zhang Xiaofan standing beside him.He kept staring at Zhang Han left and right, adored in his heart.

Such a big matter was covered by him in a few moments, and he secretly envied him, how good would it be if he had such a good eloquence?

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How can Zhang Han have any eloquence, but he just knew some plots in advance, so as to suppress the matter of Xuanhuojian.

After a long time, the chattering hall gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Xiaofan.

Reverend Daoxuan suppressed the thoughts in his heart, coughed dryly, and asked, "Zhang Xiaofan, let me ask you, that day at Liubo Mountain, a Taoist friend from Tianyin Temple identified you, and the Taoist method you used when fighting against Kui Niu was actually Tianyin Temple has never spread the true method of 'Dafan Prajna', is there such a thing?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiaofan's expression is respectful, his lips are slightly pale, countless scrutinizing gazes are like hills pressing on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe, as soon as his knees give up, he wants to kneel down.

Perhaps because of the sympathy for each other, Zhang Han's heart softened, his left hand grabbed Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder, and his true essence swam through his body.

Zhang Xiaofan only felt a little warmth in his body, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Han gratefully.

There was an uproar again in the hall.Although most of them had already guessed this matter, they were still extremely shocked when they learned from the mouth of the master, and they were all at a loss for a moment.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan admitted that he secretly practiced Dafan Prajna, Master Daoxuan was furious, and shouted violently, "Say! Where did you learn it secretly?"

"Understood, I will never say anything..."

Zhang Xiaofan's body trembled slightly, but forced himself to hold on, he clenched his teeth and lowered his head, looking as if he wanted to kill or cut him apart.

Reverend Daoxuan's eyes became more and more fierce, today he was forced to go to the mountain gate by Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, he was already full of anger, now seeing Zhang Xiaofan biting him to death and not letting go, the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

Just when he was about to get angry, Zhang Han said calmly,

"Since Master said that Dafan Prajna is never spread, why do you ask Junior Brother Zhang? Just ask these bald donkeys in Tianyin Temple. Maybe some bald donkeys are full and feel that since Dafan Prajna is the supreme true law. , it’s time for everyone to practice together, so I passed it on to Junior Brother Zhang.”

"Presumptuous! All of you in Tianyin Temple are eminent monks, how can you hurt people with foul language?"

Daoxuan reprimanded him sharply, but he secretly wondered, could there be some unspeakable and nasty thing in Tianyin Temple?

Most of the Tianyin Temple disciples looked angry, only Puhong and Pukong sitting in front remained silent.

"You...you know?"

On the other side, Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, he moved away a few steps, looking at Zhang Han with a pleading look.

Zhang Han glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, angry in his heart, and raised his voice a little, "I often hear that monks don't tell lies, and I often use it to encourage myself, but today I found out that 'don't tell lies when you know' can also be regarded as 'don't tell lies' Partly, what does Master Puhong think?"

Pu Hong clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and remained silent.

"Know it but don't say it, and force you to come to the door, it's a bit too much!"

The cold words resounded through the entire Yuqing Hall, and everyone held their breaths and focused their attention. They looked at Zhang Han and then at Puhong. They felt that everything that happened today revealed a little bit of weirdness, which made people feel dizzy.

"Tell me everything you know, don't miss anything!"

With Daoxuan's shrewdness, how could he not see the strangeness of the matter?But Puhong is the leader of a faction, and he can't question him face to face, so he can only urge Zhang Han to tell the truth.

Zhang Han was about to tell the truth, but he saw Cang Song suddenly get up and walk in front of Daoxuan, and said in a low voice, "Brother Sect Leader, I think there are a lot of doubts about this matter, and there are many people in the hall with mixed opinions, why don't we..."

Daoxuan listened intently to Cang Song's proposal, suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and lowered his head, only to see Cang Song holding a crystal short sword, stabbing into his right chest, with a sneer on his face, his expression extremely ferocious .

Different from the original book, Zhang Han has already trained the fire stick to become a soul-eating fan. Cangsong has no chance to release the seven-tailed centipede. Seeing that the time agreed with the members of the Demon Cult is getting closer, he can only take the risk and stab with a short sword.

"ah!"

Daoxuan let out a cry of pain, waved his palm and slapped it.Cangsong raised his hand to meet him, only to feel a strong attack from Peiran, and his body could not help but fly upside down for more than ten meters, flew over Zhang Han's head, and landed in front of the gate of Yuqing Hall.

Daoxuan covered his chest with his hands, the dark red blood seeped out from between his fingers, dyeing his clothes red in a short while.Daoxuan's face was full of shock and anger, and he shouted violently, "What are you doing?"

The accident happened so suddenly that everyone couldn't react at all, especially Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu and other Longshou Peak disciples looked at their master with the expression of seeing a ghost, and were already stunned.

"Me? I'm plotting against you, can't you see that?"

There was a trace of blood foam hanging from the corner of Cang Song's mouth, and there was a maniacal smile on his face, it seemed that at this moment, all the depression and pain that he had endured for a hundred years had been vented.

"It's been more than 100 years! I have endured for more than 100 years before I have the opportunity to avenge my grievances for Senior Brother Wan... You, you, you, tell me, who should take this seat?"

Cang Song pointed at Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, Zeng Shuchang, Shang Zhengliang and the others, screaming hysterically, with ferocious faces, like wild animals that had rushed out of a cage.

Hearing the words 'Senior Brother Wan', the young disciples didn't think much of it, and the heads and elders couldn't help but tremble, this nightmarish name was like a dark cloud covering their hearts.

The faint smell of blood gradually entered Zhang Han's nose, his body trembled slightly, and the suppressed hostility raised his head again, his eyes were a little blood red, and his fierce light soared.

"Nimma, what the hell is this hostility? Every time it flares up, it will be several times more fierce than the previous one! If this continues, the spirit body will really not be able to bear it!"

Zhang Han was terrified and clenched his fists, trying not to let his consciousness be overwhelmed by the hostility like landslide and tsunami.I just feel that Cangsong and the leaders are getting farther and farther away from me, and my consciousness also changes from clear to trance, and then to clear...

At this moment, everyone's attention was on Cangsong and the chiefs, only the pretty white fairy figure behind Shuiyue seemed to sense something wrong with Zhang Han.

Cang Song stared at Daoxuan, with deep-seated hatred in his eyes, "Brother Wan treated me like a brother like a father, raised me with one hand, and even saved my life in the wilderness. I gave it to him! It’s a shame that I tried my best a hundred years ago, but I couldn’t save him...Ah!!!”

Having said that, Cangsong suddenly screamed hoarsely like a duck with its throat choked, staring at the teleporting figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and froze in place.

"Hahaha……"

Needle dropping could be heard in the silent Yuqing Palace, only the sound of Zhang Han's heavy breathing echoed.

At some point, he appeared in front of Cangsong, with his head drooping, his right forearm stained with blood, holding a beating heart in his hand, and the bright red blood was beating on the floor drop by drop, as if he was also beating In everyone's mind.