Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

Today is the last day of the martial arts conference.

The difference from the previous few days is that today's reception hall is very serious and serious. All the well-known heroes and martial arts seniors gathered together. Unsmiling, straight, with the momentum and demeanor that only belong to decent people in martial arts.

In the simple and natural lobby, heroes of different identities, headed by the martial arts leader Ming Yuesong, sat opposite each other, frowning and listening to his report.

"...a total of more than 200 people died within half an hour before and after, and the killing methods were the same." Wu Zuo said expressionlessly, "The weapon is an epee about three feet long and one inch wide. There are grooves on both sides of the blade. , should be used for bleeding."

Someone asked: "From the perspective of internal strength swordsmanship, how old is the murderer?"

"At least 30 years." Wu Zuo replied, "The scars are slightly tilted down to the left, from deep to shallow, and the person is right-handed."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help frowning deeply.

Sword is the top of all schools of thought. Eight out of ten people use swords in the world. There are countless swordsmen who have practiced martial arts for more than 30 years.

"Is there any news from the Devil's Cult?" Someone asked again, "Maybe it's because the leader of the Devil's Cult wants to stir up disputes in the world."

"It's not like." Ming Yuesong frowned and shook his head, "There has never been any other movement from the Devil's Cult. The biggest thing that happened in recent months is that the saint Ji Yaoyang ran away from home."

Speaking of which, Ming Yuesong still didn't forget to mock the leader: "Hmph, I can't control my own daughter, useless waste."

Although in the storybook there are all the romances about the leader of the demon sect and the leader of the martial arts, but in reality the relationship between the two of them is not very good. They must fight when they meet, and if they fight, they will fight for three days and three nights. Can't bear it.Even if we don't meet each other, we still have to hang a portrait of the other party in our study to pass the time by throwing hidden weapons.

Everyone has long been familiar with the strangeness, their hearts are extremely numb, and some people secretly poked to express that they were having a good time.

Several gang leaders who stayed here earlier looked at each other, and they all saw the teasing in each other's eyes.

Good guy, the opposite family will finally get married!There is a good show to watch!

Someone coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "Recently, the rumors about Fenghuang Ling in the world have become more and more intense. This is not good news."

Everywhere he said this, everyone became serious.

"The Xiao family has a fart Phoenix Ling!" But seeing someone slam the table down, he said angrily, "Brother Xiao's most valuable book is his broken kung fu book. Why bother to be wiped out all over the house!!!"

This person was tall and tall, his hair was casually pulled up in a bun, and the excess hair fell down in twos and threes, making him look particularly unkempt.Wearing plain and unpretentious coarse linen clothes, and carrying a long knife tightly wrapped in rags on his back, he is Zhongli, the sky blue swordsman, and the master of Luo Yinchuan, the water-cutting sword of the wanderer.

Zhongli has a deep friendship with Xiao Han, the head of the Xiao family, and they have gone through life and death together many times.The annihilation of the Xiao family, the most heartbreaking thing is Zhong Li. He looks around like crazy for the murderer with a knife on his back, but often fails, which makes him angry but helpless.

The Martial Arts League invites heroes from all over the world to come to Jiangnan to discuss this matter, but who knows that other people deliberately delay the time until the seventh day to come to discuss this matter because of their identity.Zhong Li patiently waited until the seventh day, and these people kept talking about the nonsense Phoenix Ling!

What a pile of pustules! !

Zhongli has a fiery temper, so he pulled out his own knife and stuck it on the table, stepped on the stool, and said angrily: "Mingyuesong, I came to this stupid meeting for your sake! What news do you have to tell me?" Just come out, don't hide it!!"

Although Zhong Li looks sloppy and unkempt, he is really a famous figure in the world, and his character of emphasizing love and righteousness is easy to make people like him.Although his temper became a little hotter, no one got angry with him because of it.

Mingyue Song saw that Zhongli was about to fight, she waved her hands and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient, I'm going to talk about this."

"Let's not talk about the murderer who killed Xiao's family." Ming Yuesong took an envelope from his subordinate, "I asked someone to ask Qianji Pavilion for information. Do you know where the rumors about Fenghuang Ling came from?"

Qianji Pavilion is an extremely prestigious organization in the arena, almost on an equal footing with the Wulin League.It appeared quietly, and it grew extremely rapidly almost overnight, making people unable to react in time.

This organization is both good and evil, specializing in the business of selling news. The people in the pavilion are all mysterious, and there are always various ways to get news that other people can't get.Various rankings such as Jianghu Hero List and Beauty List are written by them, and they are updated every year.

The owner of Qianji Pavilion is extremely mysterious, and he has never shown himself in the arena so far.

Zhong Li hurriedly snatched the envelope, opened the letter inside and read it in a few clicks, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in surprise, "The Xiao family??"

Everyone was in an uproar: "Aren't they all exterminated? How did such news spread?!"

Ming Yuesong shook her head: "To be more precise, it was an old slave from the outer sect of the Xiao family. On the day the Xiao family was destroyed, he was sitting at the back door to enjoy the shade, and vaguely heard Fenghuang Ling's words."

Someone asked, "Then why wasn't he killed?"

"It is said that the murderer's sword was placed on his neck, and the blood dripped into his clothes. The old man's eyes were not clear, and he thought it was raining, so he raised his head and muttered vaguely: 'The rain is so heavy.'" Mingyue Song frowned and said doubtfully, "Then the murderer left and didn't kill him."

"It's so strange! So many people have been killed, why does it matter if there is rain?!"

Zhong Li suppressed his temper and asked, "Where is that old man now?"

"I've already sent someone to look for it." Ming Yuesong shook her head, "But the effect is minimal. Qianji Pavilion never told me the location of that old man."

Someone sighed: "As soon as the rumors about Fenghuang Ling came out, I always felt that there was going to be another bloodbath in the world."

Most of the people present are people with decades of experience in the world, and even if they don't, they must be talented, courageous and resourceful.Hearing the words, he was silent, and he could see the unrest in the next few years in his heart.

Apart from that other person of extraordinary beauty, who has not accumulated internal strength and martial arts bit by bit?The unknown juniors are easily looked down upon by others, so they desperately climbed up.In order to stabilize their status and reputation and not be easily overtaken by later generations, the powerful martial arts ancestors also practiced martial arts desperately.

However, such a process is destined to be boring and difficult. When everyone is doing everything to practice martial arts, Fenghuang Ling is like a drop of water suddenly falling into a boiling oil pan, which is bound to cause an uproar.

This is a sign of a storm coming.

Although there are many people in the living room, there are only a few who really have a clear heart.The rest of the people looked calm and calm, but they didn't know how active they were.They were powerless to stop the spread of the rumors, they could only try to stabilize their minds in the turbulent wind and rain, so as not to let the wind and rain blow their bodies down.

In the silence, Qichan, who had been silent for a long time, chanted the dharma name, and stood up quietly again: "Dabei Temple will not participate in this dispute, and the little monk will leave."

Strictly speaking, the Dabei Temple does not belong to the martial arts forces, and they have participated in very few martial arts incidents.It's just that the monks in it will practice martial arts day after day to strengthen their bodies, and after a long time, they will form a force that cannot be ignored. There are many difficult things in the world, and they will ask the Dabei Temple for justice. The Dabei Temple was involved in the martial arts dispute.

And Qichan, as the newly appointed host, was invited by an invitation letter from the Wulin League, which can be regarded as an attitude.

If there are difficulties, Dabei Temple will help.

If there is a dispute, the Dabei Temple will not participate.

It is precisely because of their attitude that the martial arts people with different thoughts feel that they have a little confidence in their hearts to make all kinds of troubles, and they will not worry about being stabbed secretly, and they will not be buried when they die.

Qichan, dressed in commoner clothes, left the reception hall with her monks, apparently preparing to get up and return to the Great Compassion Temple.Zhong Li didn't bother to compliment each other with this group of upright and decent martial arts people. Seeing that Ming Yuesong couldn't come up with the exact information about the murderer, he bowed his hands and left.

They're gone, and the meeting has to go on.

The crowd quarreled for almost a whole day, and finally left with a frown. The whole crowd carried a lingering hostility and dissatisfaction.

Ming Yuesong sat on the chair wearily, took a sip of the tea poured by his hands, and said, "Did someone come over from the Burial Snow Villa?"

The subordinate behind said respectfully: "The post has been accepted, and I haven't seen anyone from them in recent days."

The Burial Snow Villa is located in the extreme north, and it can be regarded as one of the most powerful forces in the Jianghu.About 20 years ago, something happened in the village, and all the passages leading to the outside were suddenly closed, and the owner of the village also lost the news.If someone hadn't deliberately checked and was beaten back, everyone would have thought that the Burial Snow Villa had been wiped out and disappeared in the snowstorm ever since.

Information can be sold anywhere in Qianji Pavilion, whether it is from the Demon Cult or from the palace, there is no information that they do not know.But he didn't mention anything about the Snow Burial Villa, which really makes people curious.

In this martial arts conference, Mingyue Song only sent a post to the Burial Snow Villa in a symbolic way, thinking that it would be returned intact like before, but this time the other party actually accepted the post.

Ming Yuesong had been looking forward to it for a long time, thinking that he could finally spy a corner of the Buried Snow Villa in the snowstorm, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't come at all.

Tell him not to be disappointed.

Ming Yuesong took a sip of tea, suddenly remembered something, frowned and said, "Why haven't I seen He Er in the past few days?"

The subordinate behind him choked: "Uh...young master..."

"Speak up if you have something to say, why are you hesitating." Ming Yuesong lowered her tone and said sternly, "Where is she?"

"Chasing, chasing the jade pendant my wife gave him." The subordinate stammered, "I haven't come back yet."