Chapter 347 (1/2)

Mu Tianyan lifted his eyes and glanced at him faintly, which made song Zixuan feel angry.

I don't know if it's an illusion. He always feels that he has been written down by Mu Tianyan

”Who made you attack the Song family more than 20 years ago?”

Mu Tianyan didn't bother to pay attention to song Zixuan again. Instead, he looked at the old strange Taoist priest and coldly repeated the question just now.

”I don't know what you're talking about.”

The old strange Taoist denied it without changing his color on the surface, but he started a terrible wave in his heart.

Immediately, his eyes glanced in the direction of Master Li without trace, and a touch of gloom flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

Then the old strange Taoist added, ”we are all the same people. In the past, the well water didn't invade the river. Now if you do so, you won't be afraid to cause gratitude and resentment of the sect?”

Whether it is a martial arts school or a martial arts school, even if there are personal grievances, most of them dare not go too far because they are afraid of causing school disputes and becoming sinners of the school.

There are few people who rise to the hatred of life and death.

Because of this, even if the old strange Taoist became a prisoner at the moment, he didn't worry about his life. He thought Lu Zijia and others would never dare to kill him.

”I don't have any sects. What sects are I afraid of?”

Mu Tianyan's mouth aroused a sneer, and his deep eyes became colder and colder. ”I'll ask you again, who ordered you more than 20 years ago.”

As the voice fell, the long sword in Mu Tianyan's hand pointed at the naked part of the old strange Taoist's right foot, which clearly showed that if he didn't say, the next sword would waste his foot.

The old strange Taoist, who had lived for decades and was threatened by people for the first time, suddenly turned blue, ”how dare you!”

Mu Tianyan sneered even more, ”why dare not.”

Under the cruel stare of the old strange Taoist, Mu Tianyan controlled the long sword in his hand and picked the tendon of the old strange Taoist's right foot without changing his face.