Waste wood knows everything

Xian Yunzong.

No.12 peak peak.

Some extremely remote corner.

A crowd of inner disciples and outer disciples surrounded a thin young man. The young man looked a little embarrassed, his clothes were covered with blood, and his exposed skin was also covered with wounds and bruises.

After hearing Siran's words, the disciple who asked the question hurriedly asked, "Who is the person who snatched... and injured you?"

Siran licked the wound on the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint smell of blood on the tip of his tongue.

He still lowered his eyes so that no one would see the smile in his eyes, stretched out his hand, and pointed directly in the direction of Zhang Yifei and Qin Qiuhua.

"They, they are also from the Twelve Peaks," Siran said slowly, "I happened to pass by here at the time, and I saw the lightning strike, and I just wanted to go up to have a better look...but they were indiscriminate. Hit... They also took away the things, and threw me into the pit."

Both Qin Qiuhua and Zhang Yifei were dumbfounded.

Which play is this sung in! ?

They never thought that there would be such a coquettish operation, and instantly drew everyone's attention to the two of them.

Zhang Yifei was anxious and angry, and roared: "Fart! I didn't take anything at all! I don't even know what it is! How could I take it away!"

When he spoke, he was overly excited, and perhaps a little guilty, so his voice also had a bit of spiritual power, which shocked Si Ran, a sixth-level Qi-refining injury patient, with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Siran gritted his back molars expressionlessly, flinched slightly, and looked extraordinarily weak, innocent, and pitiful.

The disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage next to him frowned. Compared to standing aside with their heads down and their eyes down, Zhang Yifei, a rough man with a thick back and waist, was obviously not convincing enough.

Seeing this, Qin Qiuhua tugged Zhang Yifei's sleeve, motioned him to stop talking, and said by himself: "Brothers, I don't think we can just listen to this person's side story about this matter. His identity is unknown, so it's hard to guarantee that he didn't deliberately frame him. Everyone If you are a disciple of the same sect, it is better not to be teased by others and hurt your peace."

He has a good image, can be regarded as handsome, he looks like a little white flower fluttering in the wind, and he speaks softly and softly, which is easy to attract people's favor.

Siran sighed softly: "Senior brother Qin, you and I are also disciples of the same peak, and we have been together for more than ten years. It is too chilling to call me an unknown person just because of a treasure. .”

Qin Qiuhua was taken aback.

... disciple of the same peak?

Wait, who are you?

The disciple who asked the question before asked again: "Are you from the Twelve Peaks?"

All the storage utensils on Siran's body were stripped away, but the ID cards of the disciples of the Twelve Peaks were taken out separately and were not searched away.

He took out the ID card from his waist and handed it over.

The disciple with the highest cultivation beside him took a look at the identity card, pinched the formula, confirmed that the identity card belonged to Si, and then returned it.

Siran sighed again, looked at Qin Qiuhua with forbearance and sadness, and said: "My name is Siran, and I have always been a disciple of the Twelve Peaks. My father...he is the former master of the Twelve Peaks. It's too bad, it's still at the Qi refining stage."

When he said this, the people next to him suddenly realized.

They have also heard about the Twelve Peaks... the useless son of the former Twelve Peaks owner, but they are not in the same peak, and they don't meet each other on weekdays, so it's just a joke at most.

In the rumors, this Siran is gloomy and dull, like a fool, but everyone knows that the reason why rumors are rumors is that they can only be entertained and cannot be true.

Seeing Master Siran now, although his cultivation is indeed a bit weak and his personality is a bit cowardly, he is not as miserable as the rumors say.

"The relationship between me and Senior Brother Qin has never been very good." Siran pursed his lips, "After my father died...Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Qin have always regarded me as a thorn in the side, and this happened, I think it is As expected."

"You spitting blood!" Qin Qiuhua finally matched Siran's face with his memory. He didn't have time to think about why Siran had changed so much. The most important thing is to clear himself of the suspicion of "taking away the treasure".

"Like everyone else, I only followed after seeing the vision, and I didn't take any treasure at all!"

"Several senior brothers have already established foundations, and they must be much more powerful. I hope senior brothers can check whether the spiritual power left in these wounds on my body comes from these two people in front of me," Siran said, "Qin Qiuhua and Zhang Yifei not only fought Injured me, and took the opportunity to take away all the storage utensils on my body, my name is engraved on those storage utensils, and all senior brothers will know it at a glance."

Qin Qiuhua and Zhang Yifei panicked.

It was a fact that they robbed storage utensils, and it was a fact that they beat people, but... But all this has nothing to do with that treasure!

Injustice!

"He did it on purpose!" Qin Qiuhua saw that the suspicion in the eyes of the other disciples was getting stronger, and said anxiously, "It is because we have a bad relationship that he deliberately framed us! He must have taken that treasure!"

Speaking of this, he had an idea, and felt that his guess was closer to the truth: "The treasure must be in the pit, but he jumped in to get the treasure, but he didn't have enough cultivation and couldn't get out. Seeing Everyone came here to frame us on purpose!"

Siran said helplessly: "If I take the treasure, where can I put it?"

He doesn't have any storage utensils on him now, and he is clean.

"The cultivation bases of everyone present are much higher than mine. If I really took something, where can I hide it? If I really have the ability to hide things, will I still be stuck at the bottom of the pit waiting for everyone to come over?"

"Brothers, you are not from the Twelve Peaks. Maybe you don't know that Siran has extremely bad conduct. He has been used to deceiving people since he was a child. You can't believe a word of him," Qin Qiuhua stared at Si Ran. However, his eyes were full of gloomy anger, "I think it's better to search the soul directly, so that we can find out what the truth is—"

Siran interrupted him: "Senior brothers and sisters, can you find out that the spiritual power left in the wound on my body really came from Qin Qiuhua and Zhang Yifei?"

The disciple in charge of the inspection nodded: "That's right."

Si Ran said again: "Then you can take a look at the storage utensils on the two of them, just the white storage bag on Qin Qiuhua's waist. My name is engraved on the bag, so you can tell it at a glance."

Qin Qiuhua subconsciously pressed the storage bag at his waist, his heart tightened, his back felt cold, and a layer of cold sweat broke out.

His cultivation was only at the ninth level of Qi refining, and he was vulnerable in front of the disciples of the foundation establishment period. Soon, someone took his storage bag forcibly, and said: "Junior Brother Qin, we are just checking it out. It doesn't matter to you, it will definitely be returned to you."

Sure enough, the word "Siran" was clearly engraved on the mouth of this white storage bag.

"This, this doesn't prove that the storage bag is Siran." Qin Qiuhua's mind was a little confused, only one belief supported him, and that was to refuse to admit it, "The spiritual consciousness engraved in the storage bag belongs to me. What can a mere two words prove?"

Siran smiled, it's good to mess up.

"Your strength of the ninth level of Qi refining, it is very simple to erase my spiritual consciousness of the sixth level of Qi refining," he said slowly, "Well, brother, you can open the storage bag and have a look, this white storage bag I used it to put all kinds of miscellaneous things, I remember, five years ago, the Zongmen replaced the disciple ID card, and I put the old ID card in here."

When the storage bag was opened, Siran gave Qin Qiuhua a mocking smile where no one else could see.

Qin Qiuhua panicked: "Siran——"

"What's wrong?" Siran seemed to be frightened, and whispered, "Does Brother Qin still want to say that even if there is my ID card in the storage bag, there is no way to prove that this storage bag originally belonged to me?" ?”

Siran looked pitiful with his timid downcast eyes, and now that he was covered in injuries and had a pretty face, it was easy to arouse others' desire to protect.

Someone stood up and said, "Don't be afraid, everyone is here. If you want to turn black and white, we have to see if we agree."

Qin Qiuhua's entire face was a little distorted.

Pooh!What reversed black and white!It's obvious that this bitch, Siran, is turning black and white!

You guys have been tricked by him!

The old identity card in the storage bag was quickly found. Not only that, but also many old spirit weapons and pill bottles with Siran's name engraved on them, further confirming that the owner of the storage bag is suddenly.

Qin Qiuhua had a gloomy face, looking at the people in front of him discussing something in a low voice, there was a glint of sternness in his eyes.

Siran's heart moved slightly, he sensed a hint of danger, frowned and looked at Qin Qiuhua, only to see this man's lips move slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Voice transmission into the secret.

This is a simple secret method, similar to a one-on-one private chat, compressing what you want to say with spiritual power, and passing it to the ear of a specific person.

There is a distance limit for sound transmission into secrets, and Qin Qiuhua's voice transmission into secrets is Zhang Yifei who is next to him.

The cultivation level above Jindan stage can intercept the content of sound transmission into secret, so Siran doesn't know what Qin Qiuhua said, but Zhang Yifei's complexion is getting worse and worse, and the anger and killing intent in his eyes are getting worse and worse. thicker and thicker.

Siran thought, it's not good.

Zhang Yifei is a typical example of having brute strength but no brains. Qin Qiuhua probably encouraged him a few words in his ear, most likely to encourage him to take advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and kill himself directly, so that there will be no proof.

In this way, Zhang Yifei, the instigator, will definitely be investigated by the sect, but Qin Qiuhua can easily get away, after all, he didn't make any real actions, just said a few words.

And if Siran died, the only "witness" about the treasure would also be lost. No matter how much these disciples guessed in their hearts, they would not violate the sect's rules and really do something to Qin Qiuhua.

The memory of the masses is short. As long as Qin Qiuhua avoids the limelight and stays in the Twelve Peaks for a few years, he will be fine, and he will kill Si Ran, a thorn in his side.

Siran really didn't understand where the deep hatred between him and these two people came from.

And to be honest, he created the non-existent "stealing treasure" incident purely because he saw these two people at the scene, on a whim, thinking that his body was bullied so badly in the previous 18 years, he must get back some interest .

So he buckled a pot casually.

Of course, he also had the idea of ​​being the first to act first, and by the way, put himself in front of everyone, lest Qin Qiuhua see that he was not dead, and then secretly attack him.

As for Qin Qiuhua, even if he just stood there without saying a word, these disciples would not really do anything to him.

It seems that the life is going too smoothly, there are too many things to deceive people, and the heart is too fragile, only to be deceived by others, and the anger is too much to suppress.

At the moment when Qin Qiuhua's voice transmission ended, Zhang Yi flew.

He has the three spirit roots of thunder, fire and gold, and is good at using big swords. It's a coincidence that the blade of his sword has thunder and fire mine added. After inputting his spiritual power, the thunder and fire light intersect, which looks very scary.

Zhang Yifei found a gap, drew out the big knife in a corner where no one noticed, and flew up with a kick of his feet. He raised the big knife high, and with a scorching flame, he slashed down fiercely towards Siran's chest. !

Si Ran took a deep breath, and shouted in his mind: "Book—little book—!"

A line of words appeared in the treasure book just right: [Raging Fire Saber Technique, a second-level martial skill, suitable for people with thunder and fire spiritual roots, the sword technique is wide open and closed, emphasizing strength rather than skill, more than enough strength but not enough flexibility.The performer's comprehension of martial arts is mediocre, relying on physical strength to forcibly perform it, failing to understand the essence of it, evaluation: messy. 】

Si Ran screamed in his head: "My messy fiery knife technique will soon cut the delicate Si Ran in half!"

The treasure book has bold red characters: [What can I do!I'm just a poor little book without a body, I can't even pounce on him and smear his face——! 】

When the danger approached, Siran's thoughts calmed down abnormally.

He mobilized the few spiritual powers in his body, attached them to his eyes, carefully observed the trajectory of Zhang Yifei's saber technique, and quickly scanned the detailed knowledge about the raging fire saber technique provided by the treasure book, and calculated the point where his blade fell.

At the last moment, Siran took a step to the side and turned slightly to avoid the vital point.

Just like what Baoshu commented, Zhang Yifei's saber technique is really messy, the power is scattered everywhere, the blade is unstable, excessive force is used, and it is easy to slip.

Siran's clothes are actually a spiritual weapon, but they are a bit tattered and ugly in style. There is a piece of metal abruptly covering the chest. The material is special, hard and brittle, and the surface is smooth.

He squinted his eyes, and he had already predicted everything after the knife was cut off in his mind.

It's just that - Zhang Yifei is also at the ninth level of refining Qi after all, even if he didn't cut himself directly with the knife edge, the pure spiritual power shock is enough to bear.

Probably got some internal injuries.

The speed of thinking is fast enough, and it only takes a few breaths to think about it.

Zhang Yifei has also flew in front of Siran, raised the big knife, and then slashed down, only a few inches away from Siran's heart, the thunder and fire scorched a strand of Siran's hair.

"Be careful--!"

A disciple closest to Siran reacted and exclaimed.

At the critical moment, a white sword light flashed across.

Zhang Yifei only felt a huge resistance coming, his face was flushed, his eyeballs were protruding, covered with bloodshot eyes, veins appeared in his hands, and he was clenched tightly on the handle of the knife, he couldn't let go.

With a powerful attack, the broadsword in his hand was easily lifted and shattered in half in mid-air, and he himself was thrown upside down and hit the ground, kicking up a burst of sand.

Siran, who was about to endure a strong blow to his chest, was stunned.

"Cha-"

This is the sound of drawing a sword into its sheath.

Beside Siran, at some point stood a man in black.

Looking up, this person was half a head taller than him, with deep eye sockets, pure black pupils, and an expressionless face. Just one glance, and I felt the cold wind blowing against my face, beautiful and... freezing.

This man was holding a sword in his hand, and was slowly putting it back into the sheath. The blade was actually pure black, and he didn't know what material it was made of.

Siran murmured: "You are..."

"Jianzong, Yunmo." Come humanely.

Siran... Siran looked at Yun Mo, and a wordless emotion came to his heart.

Mama.

His belated bodyguard finally arrived.

The author has something to say: Siran: The bodyguard may be late, but he will not be absent.

Siran: It's steady (lighting a cigarette in the vicissitudes of life).