Seeing that many people questioned Chen Ling, Ni Wanqing said fiercely: You are bullying the crowd, and you only believe in the traitors' rhetoric, but just use it as a means of your coercion. All their selfish intentions are still on this Qi Xuanshan. She hummed: Is it the so-called famous and upright sect?

Chen Ling looked at Ni Wanqing and Ni Wanqing. Seeing that although her face was gentle and charming, she felt solemn. He stroked Ni Wanqing behind her. Chen Ling looked a little sad and angry. He laughed dryly: Since our ancestors founded the courtyard, our Chenyuan has been as famous as the three courtyards and six sects. Each sect has always been intimate and is called the right sect in the world. Each sect should have carried on killing demons and eliminating demons and benefiting the people of the world as a successor. Unexpectedly, you ignore the feelings of your fellow disciples to seize the seven mystery. You only do your own selfishness and cause me to sink into the desperate situation. Is this the law of heaven?

At this time, a middle-aged man in white from the Twelve Swords of East China came forward and said, "Hmph! Stop talking, Chen Ling, you should hand over the "Qian Xuan Shan" obediently, otherwise you will definitely not be as you wish after retirement today. We don't have so much leisure time."

As soon as he said this, a young man drew his sword and came out. A sharp shadow slashed at him and said violently: "A bad thief, I'll fight with you."

Everyone at the scene saw a white shadow containing a thick vein energy and quickly left. The rapid aura made others in the field flash aside quickly, and only a strong wind blew the sides of the lobby.

When the middle-aged man in white saw the sword shadow slashing, a pulse light flashed out to protect his body. However, when he saw this young man, his eyes were filled with a blank look and he thought to himself: I dare to fight with me with this kind of cultivation. I am really impatient to live. When he saw the white shadow approaching his body, he pushed away with a palm print. A palm print exuded a white light, and blasted towards the young man who was coming to the body. The gathering white light circled the palm print, exerting the energy to the extreme, and the speed was so fast. The sword shadow touched the palm print and was defeated in an instant. The palm print hit the man's chest. With a scream, the young man was hit by the palm print, and instantly popped up several feet away, hitting the ground hard, with blood soaked in front of his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Chen Ling and his wife, Mr. Ye, almost shouted in unison: Feng'er, Chen Feng.

Facing the battle just now, everyone saw it. How could a young disciple from Shenyuan be the opponent of a senior figure in East China? It’s not that he overestimated himself and was seeking death, but the attack just now made everyone see clearly what the strength comparison is. He was also very impressed by this sect. After the battle just now, the lobby became quiet.

The two elders of the Baimai Sect saw it but did not express their opinions. A man and a woman behind him moved the sword and were about to step forward, but were stopped by the two. In their opinion, there might be something strange about Shen Yuan. I think that Shen Ling and Shen Yuan always hide something, so they have to see what they want.

Tianyun stood up and shook his head and said, "Amitabha," he looked at the middle-aged man in white in the field and said, "Eagle Pavilion, as one of the twelve lords in East China, why should you be really angry with this junior and seriously injured and killed him? It's too cruel to be in front of these sects."

The man in white in East China was called the Eagle Pavilion. He heard Master Tianyun scold him with a little accusation. He stopped the arrogance just now and said respectfully: Master Tianyun said that he was a little heavier in his attack, but Master you saw it just now. Chen Feng, the disciple of Shenyuan, came to attack him hard. In a hurry, my Eagle Pavilion had to fight with him. Then he pretended to sigh: Who knew that Chen Feng was so unbearable, and he didn't resist my slight palm. I hope the master would understand.

Tianyun also knew that this was just a statement from Yingge's Pavilion to excuse him. But now that things have come to this point, it is a grudge between the two factions, so he was not easy to say. The rogue shook his head and said: I hope the Lord of Yingge's Pavilion will not commit another murder. It's a sin, a sin.

Chen Ling and his wife and Ye Lao both rushed forward, and the people from Chen's courtyard surrounded him. Chen Ling helped Chen Feng up and checked the injuries on his chest.

Chen Feng shook his hand and struggled to get up, but it was in great pain. His whole body could not move. Instead, the blood on his chest was getting more and more fierce. His face gradually became gray, and the blood in his chest continued to rush, dyeing the stone slabs in the lobby into blood red. His face kept twitching, and he opened his mouth hard and said: Useless, Master, then he struggled: Disciple... Disciple is really... useless, I'm useless, I'm out of Master and... Shenyuan... I can't do this... angry, hope... Master... Master, as he said, his eyes flashed a little dim, then his hands lightened, his eyes slowly closed, and there was no sound again.

Ni Wanqing turned her face to the side, unable to bear to watch the young and familiar figure leave. She didn't understand why she had an inexplicable fluctuation. It was not restlessness, but a kind of sadness. She walked along with Chen Yuan. In order to integrate into Chen Yuan and gain the trust in the hospital, she was also concerned about Chen Yuan's affairs, but she was not in a hurry to force it. After a long time, she had already regarded herself as a member of Chen Yuan. Therefore, when someone in Chen Yuan left, she still had a trace of affection and grief in her heart, but she understood that Chen Feng's death might be just the beginning for this moment. She knew very well what would happen next. She looked at her deep sleeves, her eyes became more complicated and solemn. Then when she looked at the flesh and flesh in her belly, a hint of calmness and firmness rose on her face. She had to repeat the sentence in her heart, everything depends on the will of heaven.

Facing Chen Feng's departure, Chen Ling felt very sad, his face was obviously cold, but there was no tear. He closed his eyes deeply, took a deep breath, and stood up and said, "People's body was placed in the back hall, and then several disciples from the Shenyuan carried Chen Feng's body out.

Everyone in the Shenyuan stood up and looked at the Eagle Pavilion in the scene with grief and anger, wishing to tear it to pieces to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

The scene was silent, and murderous intent appeared everywhere.

The middle-aged man in white stood in the hall with arrogance and did not regret the attack just now. He looked at the crowd in the Shenyuan, as if he was provoking.

Chen Ling turned around and looked at the man in white, with deep and cold eyes, and said with anger: As a senior from East China, you Yingge, you have made such a heavy move to my disciples in Chenyuan. You are simply inhumane and bullied them. Today, let me, Chen, come to understand you, the arrogant man. As he said that the sword that Chen Feng was shot down just now, instantly spun off the ground and squeezed it into his hand. The sword in Shen Ling's hand was not a sword shadow, but turned into a sword pillar, and was lying straight in front of his chest.

Seeing Chen Ling attacking with the sword in person, the man in white looked solemn, his eyebrows sank, and his face looked solemn. How could Chen Feng compare to this kind of cultivation? He was so careful that he saw a broad broad sword between his sleeves transformed out. The broad sword sacred a purple light in his hand. The purple light contained a thick vein energy, making the broad broad sword seem to be integrated with his arm. As the purple light was soaring, the broad sword came out and attacked Chen Ling.

Everyone present was shocked. These two people were the leaders of the two sects, and they should not be underestimated by the meridian cultivation. When they started to move on the lobby, the force and fluctuations caused would not be like the scene of fighting just now. The two of them rushed straight away with their strong pulse, just like a strong wind passing by. A fierce wind suddenly blew up in the entire meeting hall. Everyone stood up and retreated to both sides of the lobby, but stared at the two people in the field. Although everyone had their own expressions on their faces, they were filled with extremely cautious light for the sudden fight.

Among the two, one is the Ying Pavilion of the Twelve Swords in the East China, and the other is the owner of the Shenyuan Courtyard. The Ying Pavilion and another middle-aged man present are called Yinglan Pavilion. This person is the Ying Pavilion, and the other is Lan Pavilion. Among the Twelve Swords in the East China, these two are the youngest, and they are already the senior pavilion masters in the Twelve Swords in the East China. It can be seen that the two are not ordinary people, and their meridian cultivation is also a person with advanced meridians.

In comparison, Chen Ling is slightly inferior in cultivation, but the two of them are in the same realm of heaven and earth in cultivation. If we only talk about the level, then the Eagle Pavilion is just a little better. Compared with each other, the mind and skills are different, how can we predict who will kill us?

The two of them met quickly. When the two sword lights touched each other, fire was splashing everywhere. When the two sword lights were soaring, they seemed to merge into one, but they were in stalemate. Both of them emitted fierce lights and glared at each other, especially Chen Ling. He wanted to cut this person into pieces and turn it into ashes to sacrifice his dead disciple Chen Feng's spirit in the sky. The two used their best to greet each other. For a moment, compared to the internal force, the sword light burst and blended with the light in the lobby, which made people deeply dazzling. The Lingbo aura that circled the two of them spread into the field like a scorching heat wave, making everyone feel a little restless.

The two of them fought each other with their internal strength, and they fought each other without falling for a moment. As the pulse continued to fight, there was already a trace of sweat on their foreheads. However, Chen Ling's face was even more serious at this moment. He knew in his heart that if he fought alone with his cultivation, he would soon be at a disadvantage and would definitely lose. He gradually deepened his strength and took advantage of the instant burst of sword light, and he slashed the long sword in his hand slightly. The Eagle Pavilion was unwilling to use internal strength to fight for a long time, so he dispersed with one blow. Both of them rose in the air. When the sword shadows attacked each other again, the two figures had already shot out of the lobby and fought outside the lobby for a moment.

Outside the lobby of the Shenyuan Courtyard, down the stone steps, is a wide square, surrounded by houses and temples, which is suitable for competition. The two of them jumped out of the convention hall and could give it a try without any scruples.

Seeing that the two of them had instantly flew out of the hall, the sects in the hall were in chaos, and everyone was already hugging the outside of the hall. Ni Wanqing and Old Ye brought the disciples of Chenyuan to the hall first. Since the fight between Chen Ling and the Eagle Pavilion, she had never left the sight of the two, fearing that Chen Ling would be plotted against by villains. Fortunately, the difference in cultivation between the two was not too big, as long as no one else intervened.
Chapter completed!