The Dragon from Hell

"You!"

Sang Cancan's eyes widened, wanting to refute, but she couldn't produce any substantial evidence.

Before she could finish her next words, she heard Qin Feng say, "You and Feng Xing just said that you two only saw us besieging Elder Liuqin, which means that you two didn't know what happened in the underground volcano before. In this case, how can you question whether what I said is true or false?"

Sang Cancan was completely speechless, and many people looked at her with doubtful eyes: "Yes, since Senior Sister Sang has never been down the underground volcano, why is she so sure that Niu Mo was not killed by Qin Feng?"

"Although it is incredible, Qin Feng did produce evidence to prove that Niu Mo was killed by himself, but Senior Sister Sang has no evidence at all..."

"Don't you know that Senior Sister Sang has been targeting Qin Feng several times before..."

These discussions were not loud, but they all reached Sang Cancan's ears. She was very angry for a while, and just when she wanted to argue, she was pulled by Feng Xing beside her.

Feng Xing looked indifferent and whispered, "We have said everything we know. How to judge is the matter of the sect master and the elders, and has nothing to do with us."

"But..."

Seeing that Sang Cancan was still red with anger, Feng Xing glanced at her coldly, and this glance made Sang Cancan calm down instantly.

"Remember, the more you say now, the more mistakes you will make, and the more likely you will be suspicious. This matter has nothing to do with us. Do you want others to focus on the conflict between you and Qin Feng?"

Sang Cancan, who was still furious, didn't know whether she was frightened by Feng Xing or convinced by him. Hearing this, she nodded silently: "I understand."

She lowered her head and chose to remain silent in the face of Qin Feng's questions.

Seeing this, An Jingfu above asked, "Does anyone have any questions?"

Seeing that Sang Cancan didn't speak, it was naturally inconvenient for others to speak. After all, the other disciples did not follow to the scene, so they naturally could not witness the situation at the time with their own eyes. All the questions raised were just their own suspicions.

If Qin Feng hadn't produced any evidence, it would have been fine, but now that Qin Feng had taken out the Bull Demon's horns and magic crystals, what else could they say?

Seeing the silence at the scene, Nishang gritted her teeth and stood up: "Reporting to the Sect Master, the disciple has something to say!"

Seeing Nishang coming out, everyone pricked up their ears.

Before, it was these disciples who made the statements, while Liuqin sat at the top without saying a word. As Liuqin's eldest disciple, Nishang's words naturally represented Liuqin's attitude.

"Speak." An Jingfu glanced at her and motioned her to speak.

Nichang's eyes were red, and she turned around and stared at Qin Feng with gritted teeth: "Master, elders, even if this person took out the horns and magic crystals of the Bull Demon, what would happen? Regardless of the origin of the magic crystals, even if he really killed it, it only means that he had encountered the Bull Demon. How can we know that he had contact with Li Zhi?"

"Disciple has no other intentions, but I think that since he wants evidence, he should produce evidence to prove that he fought with Li Zhi. What's the matter with taking out the magic crystals of the Bull Demon?"

What Nichang said was also what other disciples wanted to ask. Everyone wanted to know how a mere mortal bone could fight against Li Zhi and still escape unscathed.

"Of course there is evidence!"

Before Qin Feng could speak, a figure flew down from the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

Today, Mo Wenyuan changed into a white dress, still with white hair and beard, but the long hair that was originally scattered to the ankles was tied up by him.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately caused an uproar at the scene.

Many disciples at the scene had never seen the elder in front of them, let alone his identity and origin.

However, some of the elders with more seniority stood up, especially the elder of Fengling Mountain who had criticized Qin Feng before, his eyes widened: "Mo Wenyuan!"

"Who is Mo Wenyuan?"

"I haven't heard of him. He looks like an old senior who is in seclusion in the sect."

"You don't know Mo Wenyuan. He is the mountain master of Wuyou Sect three hundred years ago."

"Ah, I know, it was because of this elder Mo that Wuyou Sect was completely destroyed three hundred years ago?"

Qin Feng heard the discussion from the back, especially when it was mentioned that Wuyou Sect was completely destroyed because of Mo Wenyuan three hundred years ago, he couldn't help frowning.

But Mo Wenyuan seemed not to hear it, and walked to his side calmly: "Why are you still standing there, show them your arm."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and seeing that Mo Wenyuan looked normal, Qin Feng nodded, walked to the front and pulled open his sleeves.

Everyone looked over. At first, they were curious about what he had in his hand, but when they saw Qin Feng's naked bodyWhen Qin Feng saw his two arms, many people exclaimed.

"Oh my God! What is this?"

"Why is he so badly injured? He hasn't recovered after so many days?"

"Scary, I think there is still demonic erosion..."

The reaction of the crowd was not exaggerated at all, because Qin Feng's two arms were seriously injured.

At that time, he directly touched the Hell Fire with his flesh and pushed the Fire Tree, and his arms almost melted in the Hell Fire.

If it weren't for the power of the seed that burst out, all the spiritual power was concentrated on his arms to help him speed up the repair of his body, I'm afraid his two arms would have been useless now.

It has been a few days since he came back from the Demon Realm, but the injuries on his two arms have not been completely healed.

These days, he has been trying to repair himself with spiritual power, and with the spiritual medicine from Lin Quansheng, he is only half healed now.

When his two arms were revealed, everyone could see that the skin and flesh on his arms were corroded and then grew again, and they could even smell the smell of the skin and flesh being burned.

The smell made some people unable to hold back their breath on the spot, and they almost vomited directly.

An Jingfu stood above, looking at Qin Feng's arm expressionlessly, and asked: "What does this mean?"

Mo Wenyuan gave Qin Feng a look, indicating that he should put his arm away: "Everyone present is the elite of the sect. You can't see how the injury on his arm came from?"

Mo Wenyuan glanced at the elders above and asked sternly: "If someone doesn't know, I don't mind explaining it to him."

"But if someone knows it in his heart, but still pretends to be confused, or deliberately protects it, then I have something to say."

"Is there not many parents in the family? I, Mo Wenyuan, have not left the mountain for three hundred years, let alone accepted a disciple. It's not easy to get such a little disciple. I don't want him to be wronged, and I don't want the people who wronged him to be those present here. What do you think?"