When Xuanji Jun Liu Yu saw that he was carrying two swords, his handsome and proud figure was not as good as the heavenly being, he showed his white teeth and smiled slightly: "Yun Zhongjun finally calculated it. I thought I could never wait for Yun Zhongjun to come out to explain."

"I won't come out, aren't you just a waste of time?"

Feng Rugu replied with a loud smile: "It is rare for you to gather here like this. It is a grand event. How dare Feng Er let you down?"

Liu Yu pretended not to understand Feng Rugu's words and bowed modestly: "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk."

Someone couldn't help but snorted: "Sarcastic, he didn't even repent!"

Feng Rugu said curiously: "I would like to ask this Taoist priest, why does Feng Er need to repent?"

Since he was named, the man was not afraid and refused to lie with the monster. He straightened his back and shouted: "What purpose did you conceal the devil for ten years?... Don't put gilds on your face, saying it was for the Taoist sect!"

"Of course it's not for the Taoist sect, but for myself." Feng Rugu said with a smile, "Seeing you all so aggressive, Feng Er was scared to death if he thought about it. How dare he say it easily?"

"Feng Ruyuan--"

Feng Rugu leaned forward slightly, and he was a humble expression of admitting his mistakes and not correcting him: "Master Taoist, how do you hope Feng Er will change?"

"How to change is Feng Daojun's business." Liu Yu brought the topic back on track at the right time, "What is important is, what is Feng Ling's attitude towards this?"

At this point, even Chang Boning, who was not very familiar with the world and human relationships, knew that the words were sinister and could not help but move forward: "You—"

"Senior Brother." Feng Rugu gently called him behind, "What do you think Feng Ling should be about me?"

He was wearing black clothes and was slightly bulging up by the wind. He lowered his voice and said softly in a voice that was only enough for himself and Chang Boning: "...Qingliang Valley is regarded as a ghostly path and hidden under the sun; Danyang Peak, Senior Brother Han, who has lost his careful training, will inevitably decline. Senior Brother, do you want to give up the position of commander of this sect to these fools?"

Chang Boning turned his face and tried not to show even a trace of sadness on his face: "As it is the same, don't say it again."

Feng Rugu was desperate and whispered to his answer: "...Senior Brother, you are the Lord of Fengling. You should know what decision to make for Fengling is the best decision."

Chang Boning's face turned pale.

Should we abandon the great way for one person, or punish one person for keeping the way?

If it were before, this would not be a problem for Chang Boning at all.

He never regards himself as a defender. He is just one of the thousands of Taoist practices. He is not very great or very greedy. He lives in the world just to protect one person.

However, he was as innocent as he said to his master.

When facing the unanimous accusations from everyone, he suddenly realized that these people were not trying to reason and distinguish right from wrong. They wanted to tie Ru Yuan and Feng Ling tightly and destroy Feng Ling with Ru Yuan's identity!

This is the century-old foundation that the master gave him to Chang Boning. It is the way of heaven that the fourth sect regained from the hands of the demons by desperately pursuing. It must not be destroyed in his hands.

However, Chang Boning could not even resist his death by handing over his hands as usual, being tried for public trial, and being trampled on.

Chang Boning lowered his head, his eyes fell into the crowd, and soon found Jing Sanchao's figure.

Jing Sanchai was dripping with a silver light in his right palm, staring at Chang Boning.

The two of them met a hundred feet apart, nodded slightly, and reached a consensus from afar.

Chang Boning never answered for a long time, and the patience of the people below became increasingly thin.

Someone shouted again: "Feng Rugu, please delay by making excuses!"

"Yes, Feng Ling has made up his mind to protect his shortcomings!"

"Take Feng Ruoyou! Otherwise, Fengling Mountain will have the same face as the leader of Fengling's four sects!"

"Yes! Hand over it! Hand over it!"

Feng Rugu's eyes swept away and recognized that a disciple who was clamoring in the noise of the crowd was one of the disciples who were sober and clamoring in the "remaining world" and was one of the disciples who were sober and grateful for his kindness.

He had a blushing face and thick neck, and looked very angry. He probably had received his deep kindness over the years and was unable to rest day and night. He didn't know how to repay him. After a while, he found that he really couldn't afford to repay him, so he hated him.

Feng Rugu's mouth was smiling, but his eyes were like a knife. A strand of black hair hung on his forehead, but still could not block the bright light in his eyes.

He raised his hand and pointed accurately at the people who were grateful and revenge among the crowd: "...you."

Seeing that Feng Rugu was about to speak again, the voice of the people was temporarily resting, and in the direction of his finger, he saw the young man hiding in the crowd who wanted to release malicious intentions.

Feng Rugu pointed it out directly, bathed in the scrutiny of everyone's eyes, the man rolled his throat and silenced.

Feng Rugu smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right, it's you...I remember you."

Feng Rugu took a step forward with his hands in his arms: "...I remember each of you."

Fearing that Feng Rugu would break up the incident in public, the man quickly interrupted him: "Yes! In the 'remaining world', you saved our lives, but because of this, you are even more inexcusable!"

He looked like a smile, and he was not angry at all: "Oh?"

The man raised his courage: "You have seen so many fellow Taoists being killed by the demonic path with your own eyes! You are now adept at the demonic path. Where are you who died in the 'remaining world'? Where are you who slaughtered the demonic path thirteen years ago?"

The more he spoke, the more he felt reasonable, and his words became more and more ups and downs, and he was organized: "How can a person who is possessed by a demon again be the title of Taoist lord? How can a person who is possessed by a demon? How can a person who is possessed by a demon?

At this point, the man suddenly trembled violently, rolled to the ground, covering his waist and abdomen and howled in pain.

Two pieces of fresh flesh and blood fell from his Taoist robe and rolled all over the floor of dirty dust.

His simple white Taoist robe first revealed blood as big as a coin, and soon spread to the size of a fist.

Feng Rugu put his fingertips wrapped in demonic energy on his lips, looked at the shocked face, and hurriedly dodged a large area of ​​people in the Taoist sect, and the young man who was lying in the open space, howling in pain and struggling, shook his head twice.

"Shh." He raised his finger, "Others can still yell at me, but you can't. I am a pretty man and can't bark."

Feng Rugu carried his hands behind his back, crossed Chang Boning's shoulder, leaned against the side of the pavilion, and said with a smile: "You are so magnificent and beautiful. Since fellow Taoists are so righteous, Feng Er is really embarrassed not to take back what you owe me."

Feng Ruyuan was generous and openly picked up the secret he had hidden for ten years: "In the 'remaining world', didn't the young Taoists survive until now by cutting off my flesh and blood? Come on, if there are people who want to attack me today, please return Feng Er's flesh and blood first, so that they can be considered as a matter of mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy and mercy, which is really troublesome."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar!

Luofuchun, Chang Boning was stunned in unison, and was waiting for Yan Jiangnan and Sang Luojiu, who were next to him early. Because he was used to seeing the dirty Taoist sect, he had this guess, so he was not very surprised.

Seeing the discussion, the situation was not good, Xuan Jijun waved his hand in time to suppress the spread of uneasiness: "What is the purpose of Yun Zhongjun praising his achievements in the 'Legend of World'?"

Jing Sanchai held Yinchai tightly and interrupted coldly, "It's not a praising."

He took the opportunity of speaking and walked forward a step closer to Haoranting.

Jing Sanchai secretly estimated the possibility of openly snatching Feng Rugu away, and said: "...Rugu was seriously injured in the 'Liang World'. It is likely that he was contaminated with demonic energy at that time, and it was definitely not intentionally entangled with demons!"

"Why didn't he say it back then? Of course, it's up to you to make it up!" Someone immediately sneered and retorted, "Who doesn't know that he is a demon in the Tao. This time he is possessed by demons, who knows whether he looks down on the righteous magic and deliberately practices the magic path?"

"If I have achieved the right result and refine my demon body, I will never be trapped in the mountains. I will be the number one demon in the world, practice the world's number one sword technique, and accept the world's number one beauty." Feng Rugu did not forget to stir up the flames with a smile, "My fellow Taoists, I really underestimate Feng Er."

The noise below was getting worse and worse.

"Who are you threatening?"

"Have you heard that everyone? He did not repent at all and had a rebellious heart!"

"he--"

Feng Rugu rolled up his sleeves, and a powerful spiritual pressure was released without any reservation. A thousand-foot-foot-shot wind blew up, causing the road to shut up.

Chang Boning was shocked when he saw him using his spiritual power in such a way to fish out of the water: "As usual, don't move spiritual power--"

Feng Rugu turned a deaf ear and looked around carefully for a while, trying to find the "Mr. Jinghan" who was following Xuanjijun.

But there was no such person by Xuanjijun. The bottom of the house was so powerful that people were crowded. Feng Rugu searched for a while and felt that the injured right eye was a little sore. He lifted up his monocle glasses, rubbed his eyelids, and said loudly: "That gentleman who uses Tang Dao, I know you are here."

Han Jing in the crowd was stunned, but there was still no expression on his face.

He is not very good at making expressions. This makes him look no different from the reactions of the people around him.

Feng Rugu said loudly: "Feng Er doesn't know what you want in the end. However, Feng Er is a person who is used to being selfish and selfish, and never likes to make others happy."

Han Jing suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He vaguely sensed Feng Rugu's intention.

But for the first time in his life, he couldn't believe his judgment.

Feng Rugu no longer cared about Tang Daoke's whereabouts.

He raised his eyebrows in the distance and said with his lips: "...Did I say that my greatest achievement as your master is to not drag you down?"

Sang Luojiu, who thought his master would kill more than a dozen Taoist disciples, saw this and immediately lost his composure and called out: "...Not right!"

Luo Fuchun was also rarely aware of it. He felt a little nervous and rushed up to Haoran Pavilion like crazy: "Master!"

After Feng Rugu said a brief farewell to his apprentice, he turned around and smiled at Chang Boning not far behind him, "Senior Brother, I know, you want me to escape."

Chang Boning's eyes showed a confused look: "As it is..."

Feng Rugu caressed his chest.

There, the fire lotus burns the body and the shackles of sin, which are both dirty and holy. Fortunately, they are now buried under the black clothes, which is indescribable.

He whispered: "If I run away, that's not an explanation... I can't explain it to anyone."

"Senior brother can't make up his mind, so he decided to do the same for his senior brother."

Chang Boning suddenly changed his expression: "As usual!! No—"

He had no time to say the following words, and he controlled the wind, turned into a stream of light, and in a blink of an eye he came close to him, reaching out to grab his wrist, trying to stop his movements.

Who would have thought that Feng Rugu was ready to take his wrist and held his hand. Xu Yun was angry and his long sleeves were graceful. He used the force to attack the force, exhausted all his spiritual power and hit Chang Boning down from Haoranting with a palm!

Chang Boning's body flew backwards, and a thread of blood suddenly burst out from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Rugu stood alone on the pavilion, as if standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, and was innocent: "Since you want to explain, Yunzhong Jun Feng Rugu, I will give you an explanation on Fengling."
To be continued...