Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

"The one who did all this is my master."

Song Xiao smiled and pulled Wangchen into the vortex.

The moment she met Wangchen's cold gaze, Song Xiao's whole body seemed to be hit. She vomited blood and her vision was dim.

Duan Lang placed his hand on Song Xiao to block Wangchen's attack.

"This..." There was surprise on Duan Lang's face. He looked at Wangchen: "Senior Wangchen, do you have anything to explain?"

Who would have thought that Song Xiao would say that the person who did all this was Ancestor Wangchen.

Speaking of which, although Wangchen is famous, his presence in the Hidden Sword Sect is actually not high.

Before this, many people were suspected, and several elders were investigated in turn, but no one suspected Wangchen, who was always in seclusion.

Now that I think about it, the other party hid it well.

"What an evil person says can be taken seriously."

Wangchen was not angry, and his tone was not like the anger after someone exposed the conspiracy. Instead, he was calm and calm, making people wonder whether they had misunderstood him.

"Evil disciple, you said that I asked you to do all this. Do you have any evidence? If you dare to speak nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude."

He waved his sleeves and showed his identity as an ancestor, as if he didn't want to argue with these people.

"It can't be the ancestor's."

Someone whispered that the ancestor Wangchen and the Hidden Sword Sect had such a deep relationship. If it was Wangchen, wouldn't it mean that the Hidden Sword Sect has not been able to hide any secrets over the years.

It’s scary just thinking about it.

"Duan Lang, as the leader of the Punishment Hall and in charge of Yifeng, when did you learn to listen to hearsay." Wangchen held Duan Lang accountable, and the force that came over him made Duan Lang feel a little stressed.

Just when Yun Tian was about to move, he saw the look Duan Lang was giving him and temporarily put it aside.

"Fellow Daoist Duanlang, although we are just bystanders in this matter, Senior Wangchen has a special status. Without conclusive evidence, there are certain things that cannot be said."

Xiangru's opening was unexpected by some people.

Xiangru, who had been aggressive before, now stood by Wangchen again, as if he was afraid of not disturbing the muddy waters of the Hidden Sword Sect.

It's hard to say for Xiangru's plan, after all, what he said makes sense.

"I have evidence."

This sudden sound was very unfamiliar, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Looking over, I realized that it was a disciple dressed in gray. He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were clear enough.

Many people didn't recognize the person coming and looked at him with confusion.

Amidst a lot of doubts and shock, the visitor walked up to everyone under pressure.

"My name is Zhang Zijin, and I am a Sasu disciple under the Wangchen Patriarch." Zhang Zijin said his identity, his eyes vaguely passed over Lu Yun, with a bit of luck that he came in time.

"In the past year, I have been taking care of all the trivial matters around the ancestor. Half a year ago, before the ancestor left seclusion, he met a person."

As he spoke, he took out the photo stone.

Everyone knows the effect of this stone, and many people are breathing rapidly.

Zhang Zijin's cultivation is very weak, and he is only in the foundation building period now, but the foundation is very solid. This is also the reason why the opponent was selected to enter the inner sect and even became the sweeper around the ancestor.

Such a person, placed in the entire Hidden Sword Sect, would naturally be ignored by everyone, but at this moment, everyone is paying attention.

The photo stone was opened, and the beginning of the image was the scene of Wuluan Peak where the ancestor was.

"I used the photo stone originally just to record some daily practice problems, and I planned to find an opportunity to ask some senior brothers for advice."

The scene inside changed quickly. Zhang Zijin inside was indeed studying and practicing, until a voice appeared, which was Wangchen's.

"I told you not to come here to find me again."

Wangchen's voice was cold and easy to distinguish. It was also after this sound that Wangchen suddenly took action. After forcing Duan Lang back with a palm, he wanted to kill and silence him. This time, his target was Zhang Zijin.

At that speed, even if Duanlang was on guard, he couldn't stop it.

Fortunately, Yuntian was also on guard and pulled Zhang Zijin to Ji Hongxi and others.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Yun Tian asked with a smile, but looking at the rising aura on his body, he knew that Yun Tian was also extremely angry.

"A mere Sasu disciple dares to commit fraud. I'm just cleaning up the family, so why not?"

Wangchen's voice, which contained violent spiritual power, hurt the eardrums of some disciples with weak cultivation.

Many people's eyes changed when they looked at Wangchen.

No matter how high-sounding Wangchen's words were, there were not many fools present. It was not about cleaning up the family, it was about killing people and silencing them.

This also proves that the things in the image stone may be very important.

"continue."

Ji Hongxi signaled Zhang Zijin to continue, while he, Meng Lin and others surrounded Zhang Zijin.

"Whoever wants to kill him should step over my body first."

Ji Hongxi's half-smiling expression was too sarcastic, and Wangchen's face suddenly darkened. He wanted to take action, but Yuntian ducked to Ji Hongxi's side.

Yuntian may not be able to defeat Wangchen, but he can still prevent Wangchen from sneaking up and killing people.

Inside, Zhang Zijin remained calm in the face of danger and continued to play the picture stone.

In the picture, Zhang Zijin looked up in confusion, and the direction of the shadow stone was reversed. He happened to see Wangchen talking to someone not far away.

The man was wrapped in black clothes, and he looked like he was not a good person.

"Ha, I'm here to remind you that it will be too late if you don't take action. It's just a little girl who can be crushed to death. Why bother?"

A little impatience appeared on Wangchen's face when he was questioned: "If she can be solved so easily, why should you and I have to go through so much trouble?"

"You and I don't know if that sword has other uses. Who dares to take the risk?"

"One more thing, those old immortals are staring at her now. If they take action rashly, they will definitely arouse suspicion and the gain will not be worth the loss."

Although they didn't mention her by name, they all knew she was talking about Lu Yun.

"Hmph, but don't worry, I received news that the girl was crippled by the Lord of the Demon Nest. She can't be healed in a day or two."

"While she is recovering from her injuries in the Hidden Sword Sect, you can get the sword earlier. If you get it later, your plan and mine will be over."

These two people should be acquaintances. Although the man in black covered his face, he did not cover up his voice.

It just so happened that everyone had heard this voice before today. Suddenly, many people focused their attention on the demon cultivator who was holding Lu Yun hostage.

This demon cultivator's expression was not good.

He never expected that these scenes would be recorded.

Even Wangchen clenched his fists when he looked at himself in the shadow stone.

The conversation continues.

"I can't take action, but you can, and the others can." Wangchen's smile contained strong malice.

The following words of the two people were the experiences of the Hidden Sword Sect in the past six months.

The Hidden Sword Sect's status was unusual and could not be forced, so they first instigated some people to hand over Lu Yun on the grounds of opening the formation as soon as possible.

In the process, the team was expanded to form a deterrent to the Hidden Sword Sect.

Finally, Wangchen left a gap in the formation, allowing the demon cultivator to break in and capture Lu Yun, achieving the ultimate goal of holding the emperor hostage and ordering the princes.