Chapter 889 (1/2)
Feeling the abnormal tone of the other side, Ling xuanzi on the lotus platform frowned: ”brother Chunjun has something to say, but it doesn't matter!”
Pure all son light smile, open the door to see the mountain way: ”poor way wants to beg for a person to Ling Lord!”
”Who do you want?” Ling xuanzi made a sound.
For a while, countless people's eyes turned to chunjunzi. Obviously, they didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd.
Chunjunzi took a deep breath, then looked up at the leaves on the ground. He swept the dust: ”I want to ask for this son from Lord Ling!”
”Boom...”
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately fell into the crowd like a heavy bomb, causing a terrible sensation.
”What does chunjunzi mean by this?”
”It's hard not to say that he is attracted to ye Wushuang's talent, so he wants to protect him?”
”It is possible, but ye Wushuang is now regarded as rebellious with the ninth peak. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for chunjunzi to do so?”
“……”
For a while, just like the general voice of the waves broke out in the crowd, the Taoist whispers spread into the ears of Ling xuanzi.
At that moment, the faces of the elder xuanjian and the elder Tianjian changed. If the Taoist sect really wanted to protect ye Wushuang, things would be a little tricky.
Ling xuanzi's eyes sank and he seemed to be displeased: ”brother Dao is going to interfere in the internal affairs of our sword clan?”
”No, no!”
Meet his eye, chunjunzi slightly shook his head, and then said: ”before that, I have to ask you a question!”
His eyes scanned all the people, and he paused for a few seconds on the top of the top ten schools: ”do you remember that five days ago, a man wearing a bamboo hat killed a lot of Tianjiao in Kunlun market?”
As his voice fell.
At that moment, Gu Quan, Hua Ling and others also reacted. Their faces were pale, and their eyes towards ye Wushuang were full of guilt.
”Brother Chunjun, I don't know about it!”
A giant of lingfu sect got up and sneered: ”this event shocked the whole Kunlun emptiness at that time. Even Tuoba long, the first true disciple of lingfu sect, was killed by this tusk!”
”Yes, and the son of the Lord of the magic gate. The Red Prince also died in this man's hand!” A giant in Mormon smiled, his eyes full of coldness.
For a while, many forces on the scene responded. When they mentioned this, their faces were full of murderous intentions.
”Brother Chunjun, what you said has nothing to do with our sword clan?” Ling xuanzi's noncommittal way.
Among the top ten clans in Kunlun ruins, only zigai mountain and Jianzong did not die in Ye Chen's hands. Therefore, Jianzong did not pay much attention to this matter.
”Of course it has something to do with your sword clan!”
Chunjunzi sneered: ”the reason why Tianjiao died that day was because of a sword, and this sword is the ninth peak leaf of your sword clan.”
There was a dark color in his eyes: ”and this sword was photographed by the man with the hat on his face that day. He killed Tuoba dragon of our lingfu school with this sword, and then disappeared!”
At this point, he suddenly raised his eyes to ye Wushuang, and focused on the long sword in his hand: ”do you think you are familiar with this sword again?”
The crowd followed his gaze.
It doesn't matter. Countless people, including the top ten giants, have changed their looks.
”Didn't the man with the hat on his face take the sword away? How can it appear in his hand? ”
”Is it possible that ye Wushuang disguised himself as the thief wearing a bamboo hat?”
”It's possible. What a double reed plan. It's really cunning!”
“……”
At that moment, there was a roar of anger between heaven and earth, and the temperature of the whole first peak suddenly dropped, as if it had cooled for tens of degrees.
Hearing such a sound, even the faces of Ling xuanzi and others could not help changing. They had never found this detail.
And chunjunzi, the Taoist, slowly looked at Ling xuanzi, and his face was not satisfied with the previous Indifference: ”Lord Ling, now do you think it is related to your sword clan?”
Ling xuanzi is silent.
On the contrary, the old man xuanjian beside him explained: ”you guys, we don't know about this. Moreover, ye Wushuang is now a rebel, not to mention a shield.”
”Ye Wushuang, I ask you, why does this sword appear in your hand?” The giant of demon gate looks at ye Wushuang directly. His eyes are like fierce beasts that choose people to eat.
”Is that a question?”
The giant on the ghost gate seat sneered, and his mouth was full of bloodthirsty radians: ”it must be this son dressed in disguise, killing the supreme Tianjiao of our great cult!”
Facing the public's pressing questions, ye Wushuang said nothing, looked down at his sword, his eyes were full of confusion.