Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

At this time, even the leaders such as Zhenren Qianyang, Venerable Fenlie, Zhuge Qingtian, Shen Qingyang, Jia Hantian, and Xia Houjian frowned.

As for Wu Fan's friends, their hearts tightened and they couldn't help looking at each other.

Uncle Gonghu is right, killing someone in the city is a serious crime. This is a decree issued by the three major alliances at the same time. So far, no one dares to break it.

For a time, Gong Yuqian, Xuandaozi, Xuanchengzi, Mr. Lu and others were sweating for Wu Fan.

These people were really afraid of the leaders of the three major alliances and were forced to punish Wu Fan due to oppression.

"Hmph! That nephew of yours dares to contradict me, damn it!"

However, Wu Fan didn't change his expression when he heard this, he looked at the other person and snorted coldly.

"Wu Fan, you are going too far to bully others. Is it because my nephew contradicts you that you are going to do this?"

The public servant was furious, pointed at Wu Fan and shouted again.

At this time, Zhong Changshu also had a look of hatred on his face, and his eyes seemed to be biting people. .

"I'll just kill him, what can you do to me?"

Wu Fan curled his lips and smiled coldly, his words full of provocation.

"You, you, you!"

Uncle Gonghu was so angry that he trembled with anger. He pointed at Wu Fan and screamed a few times. Then he turned his head and looked at Master Qianyang and shouted:

"Great Elder, you don't care about this matter. Yang Qing is a late-stage Jindan monk. Now in this war, a person with this level of cultivation is a big help. To die like this now is a big loss. Besides, we are all members of the Righteous Alliance, so you must make the decision for me! Oh, by the way, Wu Fan not only killed Yang Qing, but also seriously injured Guo Tianzhi. I don’t know if he can be revived yet."

"this……!"

Master Qianyang's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He looked at his uncle, then at Wu Fan, but didn't speak for a while.

This matter was too embarrassing for him. If Wu Fan was not punished, he would definitely not be able to convince the public, but if he was punished, Wu Fan would be offended. And during this war, internal chaos would not be a good thing.

However, just when Master Qianyang was hesitating, Wu Fan's cold words came out again.

"I have already said that they deserve to die. Since they dare to provoke me again and again, they will deserve to die."

Wu Fan didn't even look at Master Qianyang, and just stared at the uncle, his expression as calm as water.

"Wu Fan, are you too domineering? As a senior, is it possible that you still have to argue with the juniors, or even kill people ruthlessly, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

Before the uncle could speak, Zhong Changshu suddenly shouted loudly. It was obvious that he wanted to elevate the matter to a moral level.

"Hmph! Do you have a role to speak here?"

However, Wu Fan remained unmoved, turned his head and glanced at the other party with a sneer.

"you…!"

Zhong Changshu was stunned, and then his face instantly turned red.

So he hurriedly turned around and looked around, and found that everyone present was laughing. This made him even more embarrassed, and he even wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

"You also said that since those two boys are juniors, they should respect the seniors. I have given these two people a chance before. They don't know how to praise them. They deserve to die. Could it be that Wu If someone is provoked by a junior, he still has to swallow his anger? If this matter gets out, how will Wu see anyone in the future?"

In front of so many people, Wu Fan naturally would not remain arrogant, and then looked at Zhong Changshu and sneered.

"Even if my nephew doesn't understand the ways of the world, he's not guilty enough to die, right?"

Seeing that his junior brother was frustrated, the uncle immediately took over the words.

"Do you think that just because of this incident, Mr. Wu will kill him? Do you need me to arrest that boy named Guo and let Qianyang Zhenren search his soul to see what insidious things they have done? ?”

"There are some things that Wu doesn't want to say, but you two know it well. I have a good idea in my mind whether that kid should die or not. Fortunately, I came back in time, otherwise my Qingfengmen was wrongly accused and after the punishment was imposed, I’m afraid more disciples will die.”

Being attacked by both of them, Wu Fan did not lose at all and spoke sharply.

As soon as these words came out, even the most stupid person would probably understand what was going on.

Although Wu Fan is not afraid of the other party, he doesn't want to be criticized or said behind his back that he is arrogant and unreasonable.

"Wu Fan, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you killed someone and became the victim instead!"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the public servant, and he took a sneak peek at Master Qianyang, and then he immediately spoke plausibly.

"Okay, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you want to take revenge, I will accompany you at any time. As long as your two brothers dare, I can accompany you to spar now."

Wu Fan suddenly waved his arm, interrupting the other party's words, raised his brows, and his eyes were full of provocation.

"you……!"

The uncle's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver. He pointed at Wu Fan and his body started to tremble.

He wanted to accept the challenge in anger, but his remaining reason made him give up the idea, joking, unless he didn't want to live anymore.

This scene made everyone present laugh and cry. They had never seen the public servant be so depressed. He had always relied on his status and cultivation to show off his power in the Beidou Territory, and now he finally hit the iron plate.

"Okay, stop arguing. I believe Wu Daoyou will not kill people for no reason. Let's leave this matter as it is."

At this time, Master Qianyang finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the two of them with a cold voice.

"But…!"

Uncle Gonghu looked unwilling when he heard this and wanted to say something else, but before he finished speaking, Qian Yang spoke again.

"But what, do you want me to punish Wu Daoyou now? Don't forget, Wu Daoyou made a great contribution to our Beidou Domain eight years ago. If I punish him, how will the world think of me?"

"In addition, now that the war is coming, I don't want us to have internal troubles, let alone lose lives over a trivial matter. Besides, there is something fishy about this matter. We must wait until the war is over to investigate it thoroughly."

Master Qianyang's eyes widened and he yelled angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, he gave the uncle a subtle wink.

The meaning is obvious, he doesn't want it to continue and must end this storm quickly, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the uncle seemed to be so angry that he lost his mind. He couldn't see the heat and shouted angrily:

"Great Elder, what's the point of investigating this? Wu Fan killed someone in public, there is irrefutable evidence."

At this moment, the uncle's eyes were red and he was almost crazy.

"Then are you willing to bring that Guo Tianzhi and let me search for his soul?"

Master Qianyang was so angry that he glanced at him with hatred, his face completely darkened, and his voice was slightly cold.

After all, he is an old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years, so how could he not understand the meaning of Wu Fan's words just now? It is obvious that Xuan Shuang Sect deliberately set up the Qingfeng Sect to anger Wu Fan, so he took action to kill.

It's a shame that the uncle of the household didn't hurry down the steps, but instead caused him trouble again and again, which really made him extremely angry.

If Xuan Shuang Sect was not a member of the Righteous Alliance, Qian Yang would have wanted to strike him with a palm.

"I...! Humph! Junior brother, let's go!"

The uncle was startled when he heard this, and finally came to his senses. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly, turned around and left.