Limited Time Hidden Marriage

   Chapter 592 You Don’t Believe Me?

  Everyone heard this voice, and at the same time they turned their heads and their faces changed at the same time.

  In an instant, someone reacted first and shouted, "It's the Prince of the Demon Race!"

  The whole mourning hall suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

  No one knows how he entered Shushan without knowing it.

  There are so many immortal cultivators, and none of them has noticed anything unusual.

  It can be seen that in the past few days, he has been in the Demon Race and his spiritual power has greatly improved.

   Soon, a group of disciples surrounded Jinglan with their swords. They didn't dare to come forward easily, so they could only stay alert.

   Jing Lan looked at the tablet in front of the mourning hall, and said coldly, "I did not kill the head!"

  Compared to that night, he is now much calmer.

  Among the immortal cultivators angrily said, "Presumptuous! Disciple Shushan saw you enter the head's bedroom. That night, the head was pierced by a sword. Do you dare to quibble?!"

   Another immortal cultivator said, "You just hold a grudge, get rid of the head and quickly, it's all on us. You didn't discover it earlier, so that you can take advantage of this evil!"

   "That's right! Kill him and avenge the boss!"

  I don’t know who took the lead. The disciples raised their swords and shouted in unison, "Kill him! Kill him! Revenge for the head!"

  Jinglan didn’t care about other people’s remarks. With a pair of deep eyes, he looked at Zhenxi directly, and asked, "Master, can you trust me?"

  Zhenxi did not speak, but was anxious and angry in her heart.

  Whether someone killed him or not, at this moment, he shouldn’t appear!

  Unable to ask the answer, Jing Lan continued to ask, "Master, do you think I killed people too?!"

  Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, she still did not speak.

  Jinglan’s eyes dimmed in an instant. He wanted to get closer to Zhen Xi. As soon as he took a step, all the disciples drew their swords to each other, and more people guarded Zhen Xi’s face.

   Seeing this, Jing Lan frowned slightly, the cold light flashed under his eyes, raised his hand, and brought a gust of wind, and easily overturned a large row of disciples.

  The group of disciples fell to the ground, as if they had suffered serious internal injuries, and could not stand up anyway.

  The rest of the disciples were so scared that their legs trembled, and the swords were unsteady. They surrounded Jinglan but did not dare to approach them, even with the intention of retreating.

Jing Lan approached Zhenxi step by step, wherever he went, the wind was whistling, his ink robe fluttered with the wind, his hair was flying, and his vigor was pressing, like a mad devil, anyone in his eyes, They all become ants that can be pinched to death at will.

  All immortal cultivators commanded in unison, "Quick! Grab him! Don't let him come near!"

  Those disciples didn't dare to disobey the order, they stepped forward boldly. Before they could get close to Jinglan, they were caught in a vortex of violent wind, hovering and dancing in mid-air like a banner, and then hit the ground heavily.

  One by one, their faces were pale, dizzy, and vomiting on the ground, and the whole mourning hall was in chaos.

  Seeing that a group of disciples were defeated before the battle, the cultivators urged their spiritual power and decided to go to battle.

  At this moment, Zhen Xi, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly roared, "Evil disciples, I have expelled you from the teacher's door, how dare you trespass into the mountain!"

  Jinglan's footsteps paused, and she looked at her incredulously, "Master, don't you believe me?"

"Do not believe!"

  The short words of a woman trampled Jing Lan's already broken heart once again.

  The immortal cultivators had never been in such a tacit understanding at this moment, and they rushed towards Jing Lan almost at the same time.

   However, seeing the black figure suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, Jing Lan, who had been surrounded by Tuan Tuan, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

  (End of this chapter)