first executive

On the competition stage, Zai Hanyan and Bai Zhui saluted each other, stood on the edge of both sides and looked at each other from a distance, Zai Hanyan's eyes were like a pool of spring water, when finely divided stones were thrown into it, waves could be created.

There was no panic on her face, she thought very clearly, he couldn't see the other party's cultivation level, the cultivation level of the opposite monk should be higher than hers, and in the minds of everyone, the male monk regarded the female monk as a bully According to the stereotype of people, even if she loses, there is no shame in it.

Zai Hanyan pulled out his sword, changed his previous conservative style of play, and rushed towards Baizhui aggressively. Baizhui dealt with her with ease, and was not in a hurry to end the competition, just like a cat teasing a mouse.

Someone in the audience turned their heads away and said to the people around them: "This monk is too bullying. You can send Zai Hanyan off the stage directly, but you want to humiliate her like this."

"I don't think so."

"what?"

"Look at his position, there are traces to follow, as if he is setting up an formation."

"Set up the formation?" The man was at a loss, "Isn't it necessary, the outcome is already obvious."

The person beside him also had the same confusion. The person shook his head, stopped talking, and concentrated on staring at the people on the stage. He refined the formation, but he didn't understand the movement of the people on the stage. seen.

It seemed that Zai Hanyan had the initiative on the field, but in reality she had gradually followed the opponent's pace.

Zai Hanyan swung her sword and stabbed the air again. She flicked her wrist and bit her lower lip.

"Are you venting your anger on that sister just now?" She kept moving her hands, and her mouth was not idle.

Bai Chuan knew that she wanted to disturb him, so he didn't answer.

Zai Hanyan didn't give up, "I didn't mean to confront her, why should you take it out on me."

She was aggrieved, and felt weak, but Baizhuo didn't accept her attack, while dodging her attack, while walking under her feet.

Zai Hanyan talked all kinds of things, but couldn't pry his mouth away, and sang a one-man show. She was upset, her breathing was stagnant, and her eyes were cloudy.

Then, passing by her opponent again, she heard a very soft voice - "It's done."

Done?What happened, Zai Hanyan frowned.

The next moment, the white mist rose suddenly, instantly covering her sight, she was startled, she took a few steps back and stopped, her breathing became lighter, and she could only use her ears to see Listen to what's going on around you.

At the same time, she felt as if she had been stung by a bee, and she was extremely uneasy. She didn't realize what that man did!

People outside the arena saw white mist within the scope of the competition stage. When everyone suddenly saw this scene, their first reaction was to be dazed.

"What, what's going on here?" How could he be covered in white mist.

"what's the situation?"

"Why can't I see it? Where is the white mist?"

"Is it some magic weapon?"

"Didn't the Xianmen competition say that you can't use weapons?"

"It seems that people outside the white mist can't get in."

"What's this?"

……

There was a commotion in the crowd, and Zai Yan jumped up, staring at the competition stage with staring eyes: "This! What do you want to do!"

"Sect Master Zai, don't worry." The Sect Master of Yunchang Pavilion stood up slowly, holding a fan in his hand, and tapped the palm of his left hand, "This is a psychedelic array."

Zai Yan: "Psychedelic array?"

The master of Yunchang Pavilion explained: "The psychedelic formation is one of the formations recorded in an ancient scroll. Its function is to disturb people's minds, making people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Attacking people in the formation will cause harm. Bounce back to yourself, but it is very difficult to make this formation, the person who set up the formation needs to be familiar with every formation point of the formation, it is extremely complicated, and it is not an easy task to create a perfect psychedelic formation--"

He paused, "Zai Suzerain and relax, if life-threatening is involved in the competition, it will automatically be suspended."

The reason why he knew so clearly was because half of the ancient scroll was in his hands, and the other half was in the hands of first-grade elixir pharmacist Feng Shuo, which was bought at the auction that year.

He has practiced formations for many years, and since Bai Chuan began to avoid attacks, he has been paying attention to his movements.

He didn't say a word about these, he sat down and took a sip of tea, opened the fan and shook it, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, unexpectedly, there are still people who can vividly describe this psychedelic formation.

Zai Yan was also thrown into disarray by this sudden change, and now he calmed down. He sat down with the armrests of the stool. The Immortal Sect Competition Platform has its own rules, and it's up to the point.

The white mist is vast, and when I stretch out my hand, I can only see a hazy outline. I don't know how long it took, Zai Hanyan felt that the blood in her body seemed to be frozen. Something brushed against her neck, and her neck felt cold, and she couldn't even breathe. paused.

like a knife.

She raised her hand to cover her neck, there was no blood, Zai Hanyan looked around, and when she couldn't see anyone, panic rose in her heart, as if even if someone wanted to kill her at this moment, she would be powerless to fight back.

Zai Hanyan clenched the sword in his hand.

Da da da,

Footsteps sounded unhurriedly, as if walking in a leisurely courtyard, the white mist cleared a little, a figure walked in front of her, Zai Hanyan's calf was tense, ready to strike at any time.

"Junior Sister." Zai Hanyan was taken aback by the familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

The slender figure slowly walked in front of her, the surrounding white mist cleared up, and the scene changed to the bamboo forest on Shuangqing Mountain, the small wooden house where Su Zheqing lived was behind her, and the figure became clear in front of her .

It was a face that was more delicate than a woman's, but it didn't have the slightest femininity. The corners of his mouth were tight, and there seemed to be an irreversible coldness in his eyes, which could freeze people in place with just one glance.

Zai Hanyan's eyes fell on him. He was still wearing the costume of the disciple of Miaoxian Pavilion, and the sachet she gave was hung on his waist. The moment she saw the sachet, her face contorted. what is it.

When cultivating immortals, they must have no distractions, concentrate and calm down, and Zai Hanyan mixed Menglian in the sachet--Menglian, this thing has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep. If you smell it too much, it will make people sleepy. The brain becomes sluggish, it is difficult to focus energy, and it creates attachment.

She doesn't put much in it, but if she carries it with her every day, it will affect it to some extent.

"Junior Sister?" Seeing her standing there in a daze, the person opposite called again.

Zai Hanyan seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She raised her head and couldn't help murmuring: "Aren't you... dead?"

"What?" "Su Zheqing" frowned, unable to hear what she said clearly.

Zai Hanyan shook her head and said it was nothing, she just felt dizzy in her head at this moment, unable to think about where she was, as if... She shouldn't be here, she still has unfinished business, but specifically What happened, she couldn't remember again.

Suddenly there was something extra in her hand, Zai Hanyan looked down, it was a food box.

Before opening it, she already knew what was inside, so she lifted the food box reflexively, and said naturally: "I made you some pastries, try it?"

However, "Su Zheqing" on the opposite side didn't nod, his expression was still so cold, but he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed at her chest unexpectedly. It was a box with poison in it.

She raised the sword in her hand to confront him, and a voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of her heart: "Zai Hanyan, wake up, it's a fake!"

Bai Chui leaned against a bamboo tree, held a sword in his arms, and watched them fight. The two of them were like mirrors, knowing each other's moves clearly, and neither of them could hurt the other.

"Su Zheqing" in the illusion, his appearance was made according to Su Zheqing, and his strength was imitated by Zai Hanyan like a mirror image.

When the two were fighting hard, Zai Hanyan's aura suddenly changed, a layer of black air lingered around her, she swung her palm towards "Su Zheqing", and "Su Zheqing" immediately flew ten meters away ,He fell to the ground.

Zai Hanyan clutched his chest and snorted, his face pale.

Bai Zhui twitched the corners of his mouth, gathered spiritual power in his palm, and input it into the formation eyes under his feet, the illusion in front of him gradually became transparent...

The white mist dissipated, and the scene inside was revealed. Everyone had been speculating outside for a long time, and they stretched their heads to look at it. After seeing it, the crowd that had just calmed down began to chatter again.

The two people on the stage looked like they hadn't fought at the beginning. On both sides of the stage, the difference was that the woman standing on the other side was filled with a strong demonic energy.

There are all immortal cultivators present, and it can be seen at a glance that this is a sign of demonic cultivators.

"Is that Zai Hanyan?"

"What's going on with her?"

"Could it be that the man used some method to turn Zai Hanyan into a demon cultivator?"

"Stop talking nonsense, enchantment is not a transformation that can be completed in an instant."

"But she clearly..."

"It was fine before, why did it become like this once it entered the fog?"

……

"Brave maniac!" A roar spread from every corner of the mountain, startling the birds on the branches, "What have you done to my son!"

There was a strong spiritual force in this sound, and the ears of people who were shocked by the deterrent force hurt, and those with low cultivation could no longer support it and began to roll their eyes, and they couldn't even stand still.

Bai Zhui stood on the stage without changing his face. Opposite him, Zai Hanyan's face turned from pale to pale. She was exposed, in front of so many people, exposed...

Why is this happening?

Zai Hanyan didn't understand which link was wrong, Xiao Lan only came out for a while, why, just at that time, the illusion dissipated--

She suddenly raised her head to look at Bai Zhui, and saw a faint sneer on his lips.

Bai Chui: "Everyone, don't worry."

The arena was very quiet at this moment, Bai Zhui's eyes swept across the faces, the hall masters of the four great immortal sects were all sitting in front, and the other three were watching, Zai Yan wished he could rush up and chop him.

However, in a competition, his only daughter became a demon cultivator. It was a big joke when it was spread.

Bai Chui said: "Let me listen carefully..."

He raised his hand and took off the mask, exposing a handsome and cold face in the air, and when everyone saw his face clearly, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Yes, it's Su Zheqing!"

"Is he Su Zheqing?"

"It's him! It's him! There's no mistake!"

"Isn't he dead?"

"How is this going?"

"Why is Su Zheqing here?"

……

"You didn't die, good! Good! I will definitely make you pay in blood! Su Zheqing, take your life!"

A person wanted to rush up to the competition stage, but before he could step up, he was bounced away by an invisible barrier. He fell to the ground hard, dust was flying, he coughed twice, put his hands on the ground, and killed his father and enemy with his eyes He stared at Bai Chui.

"How dare you show up..."

"Why didn't I dare?" Bai Chui asked back.

After the man fell, all the disciples of the immortal family drew their swords one after another, at this moment someone shouted at him: "Su Zheqing, if we can kill you the first time, we can kill you the second time!"

Immediately someone agreed.

"Correct!"

"That's right!"

The sensation of Bai Zhui's appearance instantly overwhelmed Zai Hanyan's obsession, with thousands of mouths under him, there was no chance for Bai Zhui to interrupt.

Zai Yan said angrily: "Su Zheqing, I, Miaoxian Pavilion, have never done anything wrong to you. Now you are repaying your kindness and hurting my son like this. I will never let you go!"

He didn't seem to have any sense of mentorship with Su Zheqing.

The hall masters of the other three great immortal sects all stood up.

Bai Zhui said calmly, "Please listen to me."

Zai Yan: "What else do you have to say!"

Bai Chuan glanced at him, and slowly said: "I am not a demon cultivator, and those people did not die at my hands."

"The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, what do you have to quibble about!"

"Where is the certificate?" Bai Chuan asked, but the man fell silent.

Bai Chuan smiled softly: "I have grievances to avenge."

Zai Hanyan clenched her hands tightly, as if magma erupted in her mind, she knew that Su Zheqing couldn't let Su Zheqing continue talking, otherwise, there would be bad consequences, but she stood there and couldn't even move.

Her body was bound by an invisible spiritual power, and she didn't even dare to shout to attract other people's attention with her current appearance.

"Those people were not killed by me, the murderer," Bai Zhuo turned to Zai Hanyan, "it was her."

"what?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"How could it be Zai Hanyan, she is the Young Sect Master of Miaoxian Pavilion."

"Let's talk nonsense!"

Bai Zhui brought out his scapegoat rhetoric in the teahouse, "I was imprisoned in Shuangqing Mountain by Zai Hanyan, and I couldn't get in touch with the outside world. When I was able to see the light of day again, everyone said I was It's bloodthirsty, killing people like hemp, not even giving me a chance to defend, and driving me to the bottom, if I was not lucky enough to be rescued, I'm afraid no one will know the truth."

These words were once again hotly debated, most people didn't know much about what happened, they only heard who Su Zheqing had killed, he had many enemies, and quite a few people came to seek revenge.

"Bah! Su Zheqing, you destroyed my Wuji Sect, and you still said such upside-down words to confuse the public. Although the lord of my Wuji Sect is no longer here, I, the Wuji Sect, will never let you go!"

"That's right! Su Zheqing, you killed so many people, and you just want to sow discord with a few words, we won't be confused by you!"

Then two or three people echoed and said a few words. Zai Hanyan was afraid that they would believe him. After all, she didn't expect such a thing to happen. Everything she designed went very smoothly, so she also There is no way out.

She was the one who released the rumors about Su Zheqing's obsession, and she also released the rumors about murder. Su Zheqing happened to disappear from everyone's eyes since then, and no one doubted the veracity of the rumors.

Flies don't bite seamless eggs, if those are fake, how can rumors spread.

Zai Hanyan took advantage of everyone's mentality and strength to help her get rid of Su Zheqing.

Bai Zhui set his sights on the masters of the four great celestial sects, "If you don't believe me, you can come over and check my spiritual veins. Whether it's a demon cultivator or not, you'll know right away."

The flow of spiritual veins of Moxiu is opposite to that of immortal cultivators.

"I'll do it." The Sect Master of Xingtianmen stepped forward, his face was serious, making people unconsciously convinced.

He jumped lightly, and the formations on the stage did not resist him, allowing him to enter the middle of the stage smoothly.

His eyebrows and eyes were full of coercion, Bai Chuan handed him his hand, and the master of Xingtianmen gave him a pause. Generally speaking, people rarely let others explore their spiritual veins, because if a person's spiritual veins are invaded by others, It was a breeze to kill him.

But Bai Chuan put the Gate of Fate in front of him like this, and the Xingtianmen Sect Master's heart was slightly shaken. Would a person who kills like hemp be so relieved to put the Gate of Fate in front of others?

At least not even the Sect Master of Xingtianmen dared to do this easily.

His face was congealed, he put a finger on Bai Chuan's wrist, and poked a ray of mind into it.

Everyone waited with bated breath, and when Zai Hanyan saw Bai Chui's swearing appearance, she was not sure.

Su Zheqing's soul was taken from her just a few days ago. It stands to reason that even with the help of an expert to fuse him with his body, the direction of the spirit vein cannot be changed.

Unless he got a new body.

But obviously, he didn't.

A moment later, the Xingtianmen Sect Master opened his eyes. Amid the expectations of the crowd, he frowned first, as if he was confused. Bai Zhuo moved his hands, and the Xingtianmen Sect Master realized that his hands were still in the same position as before.

He let go of his hand, turned around, and slowly shook his head under the gaze of thousands of eyes, "He is indeed not a demon cultivator."

"How is it possible, he must have used some crooked trick!"

The Sect Master of Xingtianmen followed the voice and looked over. It was the person who said that Su Zheqing had destroyed his sect just now.

He said in a deep voice, "I won't make a mistake."

He denied that person's words.

Impossible, how could it be possible, Su Zheqing was possessed by a demon, she saw it with her own eyes, and there was her handwriting in it, how could it be possible that she was not possessed, impossible!

Zai Hanyan's mind was filled with impossibility, and he stared blankly at Bai Chui's back.

The crowd was silent, and the breathing of each other was clearly visible. Suddenly, a person walked out of the crowd.

This man was dressed in coarse linen, and he had no sense of presence in the crowd, and his body had lost all spiritual power. Now when he came out, he stood out from the crowd.

He knelt under the stage, saluted, and said loudly: "Shangxian, I have something to say."

A large group of people stared at him like a torch. They have not yet come out of the shock of Su Zheqing not being a demon cultivator, and they don't know how to react.

The Sect Master of Xingtianmen lowered his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and uttered a word: "Say."

The moment Zai Hanyan came out, his face changed suddenly, her eyes widened, her heart was beating wildly, she wanted to interrupt the continuous development of the scene, but she just breathed a little rough, her mind was in a mess, Can't think of any other way.

The person kneeling at the bottom lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, and said eloquently: "I was originally a disciple of the Miaoxian Pavilion. I disappeared one night. Others said that I died under the hands of Moxiu. There have been frequent murders in and out recently. made, so no one suspects it, but it is not."

He changed the subject: "I..."

"Shut up!" A sharp voice interrupted his words, Zai Hanyan's face was pale, his body was trembling, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

When everyone's eyes turned to her, she couldn't say a word. Now she was like a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out, and she only bluffed to give herself a sense of security.

The Sect Master of Xingtianmen narrowed his eyes, turned to Qing Yang and said, "Continue talking."

"Sect Master Yang!" Seeing his daughter's appearance, Zai Yan couldn't help but say, "It's just an unknown person, so what can we say, the most important thing we should do now is to arrest Su Zheqing, the devil. Cut into pieces with a knife to relieve the hatred in everyone's heart."

He said righteous words in his mouth, but his heart was empty.

But there is no way, if the situation continues like this, Miaoxian Pavilion will be over.

"Sect Master Zai, why are you in a hurry." Sect Master Yun Yuxuan said flatly, "I'm not in a hurry, I still have time to listen to a few words. Besides, there may be some shameful grievances in it."

"Sect Master Yan, what do you mean?" Zai Yan's eyes darkened.

He and Yun Yuxuan have always been at odds. Yun Yuxuan, a sect with a lot of female cultivators, also has a place among the four great immortal sects. Zai Yan doesn't think they have that qualification.

However, this Yun Yuxuan always likes to overwhelm them everywhere, with new and old grudges, Zai Yan knows that she is trying to add fuel to the flames, so that their Miaoxian Pavilion will be removed from the four great immortal sects.

If Zai Hanyan is really labeled as a demon cultivator, they might not have a bright future in the Miaoxian Pavilion.

Sect Master Yun Yuxuan met his gaze neither humble nor overbearing, and said: "Su Zheqing said that Hanyan, the master of your sect, has entered the devil's way, but you pushed him out as a scapegoat, shouldn't you investigate clearly? Or-- This is real?"

Zai Yan's eyes were reddened by her words, but he couldn't say anything more. If he continued, wouldn't he be acquiescing to her words.

He flicked his sleeves and clenched his hands into fists.

Sect Master Yun Yuxuan looked at Qing Yang with the same indifferent look: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Yes." Qing Yang continued hastily, "Actually, I was not killed by someone in the demonic way, but was locked up in a cave in Shuangqing Mountain by her, Hanyan. Puppet, you ruined my cultivation and destroyed my spiritual root, if I didn't escape by chance... If you don't believe me, I can take you there now, I think, there should still be traces of that cave."

He finished speaking eloquently.

Abolishing cultivation base, destroying spiritual root, not giving a little life, the means are so cruel.

"Impossible, Elder Sister would not do such a thing!"

"Qing Yang, Elder Sister is so kind to you, why did you pour this pot of dirty water on her?"

"We all know who the elder sister is. The person you are talking about cannot be the elder sister."

The Miaoxian Pavilion almost completely helped Zai Hanyan to speak, and occasionally one or two people raised objections, but they were all reprimanded.

Qing Yang ignored the voices behind him, and only looked up at the Xingtianmen Sect Master. This was what Bai Zhui told him, other people's voices are all nonsense, and only those who can have the right to speak on the field have weight.

He doesn't care what other people say about him now, anyway, he will never be able to cultivate immortality in the future, he can only be an ordinary mortal.

No one can understand this pain.

If he had never experienced the life of an immortal cultivator, he could still be a mortal with peace of mind, but he obviously had the opportunity to cultivate immortality, but was forcibly deprived of it by others. With his life, he would drag Zai Hanyan to hell with him.

Although he didn't know until just now that the man on the stage is the well-known devil Su Zheqing, but he doesn't care anymore, no matter who the other party is, he only needs to kill Hanyan to get her retribution.

He said: "If Shangxian doesn't believe me, you can go to Shuangqing Mountain with me to have a look."

He remembered the route to the cave very clearly, and in those desperate nights, every time he recalled this fatal route, he regretted it endlessly.

He raised his hand and swore: "If I have half a false sentence, the sky will be struck by lightning, I will die a bad death, I will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and I will suffer the pain of thousands of cuts day and night!"

Not everyone dares to make this kind of poisonous oath, because it will come true, this person is so cruel to himself, it can be seen that he hates Zai Hanyan very much.

Zai Hanyan's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were red, like that evil ghost that climbed up from hell.

The Sect Master of Xingtianmen and the three Sect Masters on the opposite side looked at each other, lowered their eyes and said, "Okay, we will go and have a look with you."