Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Still Diaozhuo Xianjun took a step forward and said:

"Sect Master Bairen, forgive me. I have invited you here this time, so I naturally have something to teach you."

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Sect Master Bairen said with his hands behind his back:

"Don't let the Zhengyang Immortal Sect bully this deity to be alone, and want to deal a ruthless hand. If Feng Xianjun alone strikes, this deity will suffer a lot. There is no need to call so many people."

Sect Master Bairen said this in a way that was vague and indistinct, and the rest of the immortals felt ashamed when they heard it.

Tiaozhuo hooked the corner of his mouth, quickly changed the subject, and said:

"I don't know if Sect Master Bairen has heard of it. In recent days, there have been frequent cases of mortal beings being attacked in the mortal world."

Sect Master Bai Ren turned his back to Diao Zhuo, faced the sacred tree, and said for a long time:

"Shouldn't Immortal Lord Diao Zhuo be responsible for investigating this matter? Why are you asking me again?"

"I didn't come here to ask Sect Master Bai Ren for advice," Diao Zhuo said, "It's because there have been new progresses in recent days."

"Oh? What is it?" Sect Master Bairen turned around and "looked" at the past with his long-blind eyes, "Tell me and listen."

Immortal Diaozhuo avoided the eyes of Sect Master Bairen, paced around under the tree, and said slowly:

"...Some of these mortals whose hearts and souls have been dug out still have a little bit of consciousness. Before they died, some mortals told me personally that the one who killed him was a black leopard."

When the word "Black Panther" was mentioned, some immortals gasped.

Feng Zhaoming suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Diao Zhuo.

Diao Zhuo ignored it, and continued: "He begged me to seek justice for him. He also said that the black panther was as huge as a mountain, and it dug out the heart of others with one paw."

Hearing this, Sect Master Bai Ren raised his neck and laughed.

He was really thin, with a sharp Adam's apple in his neck, and he looked aggressive.

"Hahaha."

Sect Master Bai Ren said: "What is the Dao of the deity? Is it the black panther that hurt people? There is no need to explain this kind of thing to the deity. Farewell."

"Wait a minute, Sect Master Bairen." Immortal Diaozhuo took a step forward and stopped him.

Sect Master Bairen smiled and said, "What else do you want to say?"

"Sect Master Bairen, ordinary black leopards don't want the hearts and souls of mortals. If I remember correctly, is the original body of the sword beast clan also a clouded leopard that is completely black?"

Before the words fell, someone among the immortals made a commotion.

Who knows, the Patriarch Bairen is the last survivor of the Sword Beast Clan.

Although he is in a high position, he still can't get rid of his identity.Whenever a mortal is killed, everyone tacitly agrees that the first person to suspect is Sect Master Bairen.

Only Sect Master Bai Ren gave a sinister laugh twice:

"That's right. As we all know, the original body of this deity is the Black Panther. Why, according to Immortal Diao Zhuo, are you sure that these mortals were all killed by this deity?"

"How dare you be so clumsy, of course I'm not sure." The cold-faced fairy in white didn't understand what a compromise is. He took a step forward, stared into the eyes of Sect Master Bai Ren, and said: "So, I sincerely hope that the Sect Master will cooperate with the investigation and inspection. , to remove the suspicion, so that I can find the real murderer as soon as possible."

Sect Master Bai Ren turned his head towards where Feng Zhaoming was sitting, and took a deep look at him.

Feng Zhaoming sat quietly aside without saying a word.

The right hand hangs down, holding the handle of the Nine Questions Sword.

"..."

Sect Master Bairen sneered and asked, "How do you test it?"

"It's very simple." Immortal Diaozhuo said slowly: "The Sword Spirit Guardian Beast, which devours the hearts and souls of mortals and intends to breed offspring, cannot use its spiritual power and degenerates into a mortal. I would like to ask the Sovereign to cooperate and show the 'Avenue of Time No.1' 'The peerless style."

"..."

Hearing this, Patriarch Bairen was silent.

The rest of the immortals whispered:

"No wonder."

"I said it's so strange."

"Sect Master Bairen is blind, and usually relies on his spiritual sense to detect things, and his divine sense is domineering."

"It's quiet today..."

"too weird……"

After a long time, Sect Master Bairen spoke in a contemptuous tone:

"so what?"

Immortal Diaozhuo took a step forward and said:

"So, please enlighten me, Sect Master Bairen."

After saying that, a white light flashed in the palm of Xianjun Diaozhuo's right hand, and a pair of judge pens appeared in Xianjun's hand out of thin air.

Immortal Lord Diaozhuo is the first great disciple under the seat of Immortal Xuanying.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable is good at formations, as his disciple, Tiaozhuo naturally also practiced formations.

The judge's pen in his hand is called "Chang Sheng".

In the hands of the owner, it can be used as an attacking weapon or as a literati brush.

Take the land as the picture scroll, and the weapon as the pen.

The iron hook and silver painting, the masterful hand of Danqing, can draw a majestic formation in an instant.

As the eldest disciple of Xuanying Immortal Venerable, Diao Zhuo is naturally not weak.

Although due to his personality, he was not liked by the master, but no one could deny that Diaozhuo was the best disciple taught by Xuanying Xianzun.

In just a few breaths, he drew a perfect "Scattering Spirit Formation" on the ground.

This array is used to consume the enemy's physical strength, and those who step into this array will have their aura scattered violently, which belongs to the suppressive array pattern.

Of course there is a way to crack it, and it can be summed up in four words, that is "no spiritual power".

Without spiritual power, it is naturally impossible to disperse.

For example, if a mortal without spiritual power stands in the formation, he will not react or be harmed.

On the contrary, even if the monks with only a trace of spiritual power are exhausted, standing in the formation, the whole body will immediately emit a turquoise light, the spiritual power will spread, and the body and mind will be exhausted.

This formation is an "earth" formation. Due to the single effect and complex graphics, ordinary monks will not involve it.

However, Immortal Diaozhuo's formation was extremely smooth, obviously well prepared, and he came here specially for Sect Master Bai Ren.

Sect Master Bai Ren looked at Diao Zhuo coldly with no expression on his face.

After being silent for a while, Sect Master Bairen walked towards the center of the "Spirit Formation" step by step with firm steps.

The rest of the immortals stared at Bai Ren intently.

It should be known that Bairen, as the second suzerain of Kaiyuan Xianzong, has a high status.

If he is really a murderer of mortals, that's all.

If not, forcing the lord of the Xianzong to enter the battle to test his innocence would be a serious problem.

Fortunately, looking at the weak appearance of Patriarch Bairen at the moment, the result may be the same as Diao Zhuo imagined.

Seeing Sect Master Bairen approaching the "Scattering Spirit Formation" step by step, all the immortals held their breath in fear.

Just when Bairenzong took the last step, a pair of thin and long palms suddenly stretched out and grabbed Bairenzong's arm.

Bairen suddenly turned his head and looked over there, as if there was a light shining in his dull eyes.

I saw that man was wearing a fierce battle robe, his eyebrows were like fire, and his eyes were stern.

Impressively, it was Immortal Feng Zhaoming!

The clumsy complexion suddenly became difficult to look:

"Feng Xianjun, what is the meaning of this?"

"Clumsy," Feng Zhaoming said, his voice was cold, "What evidence do you have to prove that the massacre of mortals was done by Sect Master Bai Ren?"

Diao Zhuo replied: "There was a mortal who told me before he died..."

"There is no proof of death, one-sided words are not credible. Other than that?"

"..."

Diao Zhuo lowered his face and said displeasedly: "Besides that, we still need to invite Sect Master Bairen to step into the Sanling Formation, and I will watch it before I can make a decision."

Feng Zhaoming shook his head, and said: "The monk has no spiritual power, so there can be many explanations. Either he is seriously injured, or his meridians are damaged."

"Oh?" Diaozhuo said: "Jun Feng means that Sect Master Bai Ren cannot use spiritual power, so it has nothing to do with slaughtering mortals?"

Feng Zhaoming said impressively: "Yes."

"..."

Yes!

With just one word, all the words behind Diao Zhuo were blocked, and he couldn't say any more.

Diao Zhuo couldn't help but said: "Feng Jun, apart from the sword spirit guarding the beast, who needs the hearts and souls of mortals? So many mortals have been deprived of their hearts and souls, can you guarantee that this matter has nothing to do with Sect Master Bairen? He is the only one of the Sword Beast Clan The surviving descendants!"

Feng Zhaoming looked sharply at Tiaozhuo, and said:

"Clumsy, you should be punished for speculating about the master of the Xianzong for no reason. After the martial arts show is over, you can go to Zuowang Peak to face the wall for three months."

As soon as this remark came out, all the immortals were in an uproar.

Feng Zhaoming Xianjun is the head of the Xianjun, so he is naturally qualified to punish the clumsy.

But this move does not seem to take into account the friendship of the same clan, and the punishment is a bit heavy for facing the wall for three months.

Feng Zhaoming's gaze swept away, and Xianjun, who was screaming after breathing heavily, didn't dare to make any more weird noises.

Diao Zhuo was also startled, and then said:

"Feng Jun, I..."

"What else do you have to say?"

Diao Zhuo was silent, and after a while, he said sinisterly, "...not anymore."

It wasn't until this time that Immortal Pu Zhizhang opened his mouth and said, "I agree. Immortal Lord Diaozhuo, you doubted Sect Master Bai Ren without any strong evidence. It is really rude. You should apologize to Sect Master Bai Ren." It is."

Feng Zhaoming took a cool look at Pu Zhizhang, apparently a bit overstepped and said in place of Sect Master Bairen:

"No need. Since there is nothing else to say, everyone will leave on their own. Don't mention everything today to others."

After finishing speaking, the eight immortals turned into black shadows like scattered birds and beasts, and left from all directions.

"Feng Xianjun!"

A blue-robed monk followed Feng Zhaoming eagerly, calling repeatedly.

"Please stop, I have something to tell you!"

There are few people here, birds and beasts are rare, only the dense bushes stand in front of the two of them.

Feng Zhaoming's body swayed and moved quickly, without any intention of stopping.

Sect Master Bai Ren snorted, did not give up, and said:

"Is this the Zhengyang Immortal Sect's way of hospitality? What a Feng Zhaoming. If you don't stop, you won't take Kaiyuan Immortal Sect seriously."

Hearing this, Feng Zhaoming paused, frowned, and stopped.

Sect Master Bairen was overjoyed and said: "Feng Xianjun, Xian'er, wait for me. I can't keep up with you!"

Feng Zhaoming was startled again, but he really didn't move forward.

The trees here are overgrown, with many messy branches. Sect Master Bairen walked with Feng Zhaoming, and the originally neat hair was a little messy.

Fortunately, as a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, he had a strong physical body, and even if he couldn't use his spiritual power, he was not scratched by the branches.

When Sect Master Bairen came to Feng Zhaoming's side, his breathing was already a little messy.

It seems that the taking of the inner alchemy had a great impact on the sword beast monks.

Bai Ren took a deep breath and looked at Feng Zhaoming with dull eyes.

Due to the inability to use spiritual consciousness, these eyes did not precisely meet Shang Feng Zhaoming's eyes.

Bai Ren himself obviously knew this too, he raised his hand and touched Feng Zhaoming's face, as if he wanted to confirm the position of Feng Xianjun's eyes with his fingers.

Feng Zhaoming tilted his head slightly, avoiding Bai Ren's touch.

In an instant, Sect Master Bairen's eyes twitched with resentment.

He pursed his lips, holding back his temper.

"...Xian'er, thank you for defending me today."

Feng Zhaoming took a step back, and said indifferently: "Business is business, responsibility lies. It doesn't matter personal relationship."

Bairen sighed inaudibly.

Feng Zhaoming paused, but still said:

"...What's more, there is no personal relationship between you and me."

Bairen jumped up suddenly, he was emotional, his face was as pale as paper.

He forcibly endured, the veins on his forehead bulged, and said sincerely:

"Feng Zhaoming, at that time, I really didn't know that your master could escape death after using the life-killing ban. The one who killed the fairy master was obviously a rebellious evil dragon. Mortals... all those who survived the battle of the evil dragon are the culprits who killed the fairy master! Why... do you want to blame me for killing the fairy master?"

"..."

In a place that Bai Ren couldn't see, Feng Zhaoming's eyes flashed with pain, and he had to close his eyes.

For a long time, Bai Ren could not hear Feng Zhaoming's response.

He was a little scared, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...Well, even if I was wrong, I'm sorry, I was really wrong! Xian'er, you...how do you want me not to be angry?"

Excited, Bai Ren stepped forward, wanting to grab Feng Zhaoming's hand.So Feng Zhaoming took another step back, not letting him touch him, and keeping the distance between the two of them.

Bairen trembled all over, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"You want me to kneel and kowtow in front of your master's tomb, break my hands, my legs...anything! Tell me, I will do it!"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head and said nothing, paused, then sighed softly:

"There is nothing more to say. Sect Master Bai Ren, you... cherish it, so you can do it yourself."

After saying that, turn around and leave.

Listening to Feng Zhaoming's words, it is obvious that there is a meaning of not seeing each other again after parting.Bai Ren was burning with anxiety.

"Xian'er!"

Shouting and chasing.But he couldn't use his spiritual power, and was quickly thrown away by Feng Zhaoming.

He walked too hastily, and he didn't have the spiritual sense to explore the way.

The dignified, god-turned and well-known Patriarch Bairen of "Avenue of Time No. 1" unexpectedly tripped over a small winding tree root protruding from the ground.

Hearing the sound of "bang" falling to the ground, Bai Ren was startled, and immediately lost control of himself and leaned forward.He fell hard and fell to his knees on the ground.

After this fall, Bairen could no longer catch up.

He clenched his hands into fists and beat the ground unwillingly, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

"Feng Zhaoming!!!"

This cry was not like a human voice, but more like a desperate and painful wail of a wild beast driven into trouble.

"I've already apologized! I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do, can't you forgive me?!"

Bairen sobbed, his Adam's apple rolling.

Since he entered the path of cultivating immortals, it seems that he has never cried like this again.

Every inch of his bones trembled, and even his bones ached.

Feng Zhaoming didn't look back.

Sect Master Bairen's voice was mournful and desolate, and he exhausted all his strength to cry:

"—I, I like you!!"

In the distance, Feng Zhaoming's figure seemed to pause for a moment.

...However, he still didn't look back.

The sky is as dark as ink, and the moon is as thin as a knife.

At night, the Xuanxie Peak is cold and quiet, and the strong wind blows past, causing the leaves to sway, teeth and claws to sway.

In the fairy forest, there was a monk in a royal blue robe lying on the ground, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

His attire is dignified and luxurious, implying the man's prestigious status.

But I don't know why such a proud son of heaven is lying motionless in the rotten bushes.

At this moment, the person kneeling here facing the ground is naturally the Bairen Sect Master of the Kaiyuan Sword Sect

He waited here for a long time without any response.

After a long, long time.

Patriarch Bairen, who was silent like a corpse, trembled slightly with the fingers of his right hand.

He raised his arms, lifting himself off the ground.

When he raised his head again, there was no trace of tears on Sect Master Bairen's face.

His face was pale, and there was no life in his eyes, like a pool of silent, lifeless stagnant water.

"..."

Bai Ren let out a cold snort deep in his nasal cavity, he drew out his sword, and walked towards the martial arts hall step by step.