You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

The monks on the stage changed for three rounds, and Lu Qianchuan received a reminder from [-] urging him to get the task quickly, and his already anxious mood became a mess.

This round of competition was not over yet, something happened at the entrance of the Sword Discourse Arena, and there was a sudden commotion.

Even Lu Fengyi and Yan Zi'an who were sitting at the top were affected by it, Lu Fengyi asked loudly: "What's wrong?"

Because of his words, the crowded crowd broke open, revealing a disciple in the middle who was covered in blood and couldn't even see his true face.

His clothes were soaked in blood, tattered and full of holes. He tried to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited out a big puddle of blood.

The crowd was even more uproarious. Shu Jixue and Yin Tao, the deputy city lord of Xuecheng, got up at the same time, and each asked the little disciples behind them to get the medicine box quickly.

The disciple who seemed to have just escaped from the mouth of a wolf in a tiger's den had only his last breath left. When he spoke, his voice was like a broken bellows, expressing his final unwillingness: "Save... save people..."

Shu Jixue took the emergency medicine prepared for the Sword Discussion Competition, and before the medicine liquid was fed in, the person had already passed away.

She and Tao Niang looked at each other, and continued to rescue without giving up, but the disciple was seriously injured, and the two masters were unable to recover.

Lu Fengyi and Yan Zi'an saw horror from each other's suspicious eyes.

They stood up decisively, Lu Fengyi said solemnly: "This is the end of today's competition, and I invite fellow practitioners to go to the conference hall to talk about it."

The meeting hall was full of voices, and everyone was talking about the disciple and the matter of Luofeng City that came in and made a lot of noise.

Lu Fengyi stopped everyone's discussion, and said in a deep voice: "You must have guessed somewhat, that's right, that disciple just now is a Xuecheng disciple I sent to Luofeng City to investigate."

As he said that, he ordered someone to unfold the map of Luofeng City and hang it on the wall, pointing to the map that is still valuable now, and said: "Luofeng City and Xuecheng come from the same lineage, and there has never been any map in the past hundred years. However, now the gates of the city are closed, and there is no sign of life outside the city."

A monk said: "Since this is the case, this should be Xuecheng's housework."

Lu Fengyi closed his eyes: "I thought it should be Xuecheng's housework, but after several investigations, there is no news of any of the disciples we sent."

"In January, this is the first time we have received a reply letter from the disciples we sent, unfortunately..." His voice gradually lowered, and the gloomy look between his brows became more intense.

Seeing this, Yan Zi'an immediately answered: "This time we sent all experienced fellow practitioners, and the two leading ones are Hu Mang, the master of the sword casting platform in Xuecheng, and my master of the Spirit Palace of the Wanlingzong. Qin Yufeng."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

For Hu Mang and Qin Yufeng, even if they omit the preceding string of prefixes, nine out of ten monks would show admiration for these two names alone.

These two characters have been away for many days and have not returned, but the one who came back was a disciple who was holding his breath and begging for help.

This is probably... more ominous than good.

Everyone peeked at the expressions of Lu Fengyi and Yan Zi'an, and after a moment's commotion, they fell silent.

Lu Fengyi stood up and cupped his hands: "If Zi'an and I's guess is correct, there should be monsters in Luofeng City that we have never come into contact with. This incident is terrible. In the name of the city lord of Snow City, I ask you to suspend the discussion of swords." General Assembly."

The people who were originally quiet caused an uproar because of his words.

In the hundreds of years since the Sword Discussion Conference was founded, there has never been a time when it was suspended.

Lu Fengyi's meaning was already very obvious, there were many dangers in Luofeng City, if they were not dealt with in time, it might bring disaster to the entire cultivation world in the end.

But there are always a few close-minded people who are still calculating their petty profits and pretending to be angry to oppose his proposal.

After Lu Fengyi finished speaking, he put down his hands and quietly waited for everyone's reply.

Fortunately, there are only a small number of people who don't open their eyes. The people in charge of the sect have seen big winds and waves, and know how to advance and retreat when there is a gap in their hearts.

Those voices of opposition were quickly suppressed.

Lu Fengyi breathed a sigh of relief, and said to everyone: "If fellow practitioners don't mind, we will immediately agree on a plan, otherwise changes will occur."

Lu Qianchuan stood expressionlessly at the front of all the disciples of Wanlingzong, and accepted the task of [-] in his heart.

Shao Shu said: "No wonder we see Luo Huayin in the secret realm."

As Lu Qianchuan stepped forward to help arrange the sand table, he wondered, "Is he manipulating behind the scenes?"

Shao Shu said: "Who else could it be but him? There are only a few of the demons who can speak well, and Shi Qingxu will never do such a crazy thing."

Lu Qianchuan thought: "Indeed, in this way, it makes sense why Luo Huayin suddenly appeared in the secret realm."

It was only then that he suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell Yan Zi'an about this matter. What he thought was understandable before now became a crucial point when he thought about it.

But right now there are a lot of people talking, and it's not a good time to talk about such things.

He had no choice but to sigh deeply, thinking that when the crowd dispersed, he must find a secluded place to explain the cause and effect to Yan Zi'an.

The situation was critical, although Lu Fengyi and the others were eager to save people, they couldn't send two teams of monks to die in vain.

He was very efficient in handling affairs, and the heads of several major sects were willing to cooperate, so the wind direction was developing in the direction they expected, but at noon, a set of fairly thorough plans had already been finalized.

Lu Fengyi divided the monks who passed the test into four groups, three of them entered the city according to the planned time, and they could take care of each other.

The fourth group stayed outside the city, ready to respond at any time.

These four groups of monks are all carefully selected elites, except for them, Lu Fengyi and the others are not going to send out some monks whose cultivation base is barely satisfactory.

Lu Qianchuan, Mo Chenyuan, Shen Qingze, and Pei Churan were divided into the first group to enter the city, led by Qi Zehua and Tao Niang.

When he heard this assignment, his heart moved, and he glanced at Qi Zehua quietly.

These two years have been peaceful, he has almost forgotten his doubts about this uncle.

Qi Zehua and Tao Niang were standing by the side discussing something, Tao Niang's complexion was normal, but if she looked closely, her eyes seemed to be slightly red.

The impetuous Hu Taizhu who was trapped in the city was her husband. It was not easy for her to maintain her composure and help deploy troops when the incident happened suddenly.

Qi Zehua clumsily tried to comfort her, but before he could say a few words, Lu Qianchuan watched this petite lady in pink almost crying.

Shu Jixue pushed Qi Zehua away, looking at his expression, he should have reprimanded him, Qi Zehua touched his nose awkwardly, let the two women whisper, and went to check whether the disciples to be brought were ready.

It looks really hard work.

Lu Qianchuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, and thought to himself: "It doesn't matter, I will definitely walk with Uncle Qi after entering the city, just pay more attention then."

He saw that everyone was busy with their own business, and no one was paying attention to him for the time being, so he quietly moved to Yan Zi'an's side, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Qin..."

Yan Zi'an's eyebrows were worried, but his tone was okay: "Yufeng is experienced, don't worry."

Shao Shu also chimed in: "Don't look at Qin Yufeng's honesty, but in fact he has more evil ideas than Qi Zehua."

The same meaning was said by the two of them separately, but the flavors were somewhat different. Lu Qianchuan laughed dumbfounded, relieved, and took the opportunity to tell Yan Zi'an everything about the secret realm.

There was a moment of obvious surprise on Yan Zi'an's originally calm face.

He said, "Leave without success?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "The disciple suspects that he is here to explore the way, and there may be even bigger traps waiting for us."

Yan Zi'an's fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair a few times, his brows were furrowed into a ball, his eyes were bright and dark, and he shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

Lu Qianchuan: "???"

Qi Zehua was already yelling outside to ask everyone to move quickly, time is running out, Yan Zi'an couldn't say much, and only told: "In any case, be careful."

Lu Qianchuan smiled at him, bowed and said goodbye.

When she walked out the door, Liu Qingkui leaned her back against the wall, dressed in red like a wilted flower, the flame imprint between her eyebrows also dimmed a bit, and she looked at Lu Qianchuan with aggrieved red-gold pupils.

With his strength, it would not be a problem for him to enter the city with Lu Qianchuan and the others, but for some reason, Qi Zehua insisted on stuffing him into the support group outside the city.

Liu Qingkui seemed to be upset, she pulled Lu Qianchuan's sleeve, and said worriedly: "Brother, be careful."

Lu Qianchuan rubbed his head and said softly, "You too, be careful."

"Brother." Mo Chenyuan, who was standing in the distance, shouted at the top of his voice, as if he was afraid that Lu Qianchuan would not hear him.

Lu Qianchuan then patted Liu Qingkui on the back, smiled reassuringly, put his hand on Jing Xing's sword hilt, turned around and walked to Qi Zehua's side.

Liu Qingkui and Mo Chenyuan stared at each other across the air.

Everyone walked with their swords, and they arrived outside Luofeng City at lightning speed.

In normal times, this small city is surrounded by maple forests, and the fiery red and golden colors complement each other, which is truly beautiful.

But there is no such thing as a lush maple forest right now, it is full of dead branches and leaves at a glance, and there is a rotten and decadent atmosphere in the air.

The huge city gate seemed to be rusted, and it clenched its teeth tightly, rejecting all visits from outsiders.

Qi Zehua flew into the city directly with them.

An ominous smell of blood permeated the air, and everyone looked dignified and frowned.They floated in mid-air, looking down, there was no one in the city, only dilapidated houses that had lost their windows shivering in the draft.

The road was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, a chilling scene that can only be seen in late autumn, in stark contrast to the warm spring scenery outside the city.

They landed on the ground with their swords, each carrying a spiritual weapon, huddled together, and looked around on the deserted path.

Before taking a step forward, some timid disciples hesitated to move.

Qi Zehua said in a deep voice: "All get together, don't be alone. Take care of each other and pay more attention to the movement around you."

Everyone walked in a group, and only their footsteps could be heard in the silent city.Suddenly, there was a "click" sound from the ground, and everyone raised their spiritual weapons like frightened birds, ready to fight.

Pei Churan, who was walking in the middle of the line, scratched his head, stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, and said, "It seems... I stepped on something that made the sound."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at him helplessly and angrily.

Pei Churan stomped his feet twice, and sure enough, there were two more sounds of dead branches snapping.He knelt down and gently moved the thin loess under his feet, trying to get out the culprit hidden under the soil.

Qi Zehua said: "It's just a broken branch, what are you looking for..."

Before the word "what" came out of his mouth, he suddenly stopped, staring at the long strip that Pei Churan was pinching with his fingertips without blinking——

It was a white bone.