"Tell me the specific situation."

Wang Jinglong said.

"yes."

Chu Xinghui nodded in awe.

Of course, the more this happens, the more determined Chu Xinghui is to take the opportunity to kill Ling Yun.

Wang Jinglong's background is so extraordinary, so he wants Wang Jinglong to be prejudiced against Ling Yun and make Ling Yun unable to turn over.

Chu Xinghui immediately added fuel to the fire and told the whole story.

In this matter, Song Yang was obviously the one who caused trouble first, but when it came to Chu Xinghui's mouth, it turned out to be Ling Yun's arrogance. Song Yang just came to visit, and Ling Yun violently killed people.

"Instructor Song, this is a crime committed by one of your disciples from the outer camp. How do you think we should handle it?"

Wang Jinglong's voice was light and somewhat sarcastic.

Not long ago, Song Yuan kept saying that he wanted to introduce Ling Yun to him.

As a result, Ling Yun now killed Song Yuan's son, which is undoubtedly a huge mockery.

Song Yuan clenched his fist tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Palace Master Wang, although Ling Yun is a lawless bastard and should be cut into pieces, this is a matter for the Discipline Hall, and everything should be decided by Hall Master Wang."

How dare he go beyond his duties now and give Wang Jinglong casual advice.

Song Yang died, and he was very sad and angry.

But he has more than one son, Song Yang.

As long as his status can be maintained, he can cultivate other sons in the future, but if he offends Wang Jinglong, he and his other sons may be in trouble.

After recognizing the current affairs clearly, Song Yuan became very self-aware.

Wang Jinglong nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he looked at Chu Xinghui: "Where are the people?"

"Go back to the hall master, I have arrested Ling Yun and brought him to justice. He is waiting outside."

Chu Xinghui said.

"Bring people in."

Wang Jinglong said.

Not long after, Ling Yun was brought into the lobby by the people from the Discipline Hall.

He noticed Song Yuan at first sight.

In fact, the look in Song Yuan's eyes made it impossible for him not to notice it.

At this moment, Song Yuan was like a poisonous snake, staring at him viciously.

Even so, Ling Yun's eyes only glanced past him.

What concerned Ling Yun more in the lobby was Wang Jinglong beside Song Yuan.

Ling Yun didn't know Wang Jinglong, but he could sense a strong threat from Wang Jinglong.

There is no doubt that this young man in white is a Martial Emperor.

This person is about the same age as Di Qianqiu.

And Di Qianqiu was regarded as the number one genius in the ancient continent in the past. At this age, he was only a supreme martial emperor, and he was promoted to a martial saint not long ago.

This young man in white is actually Emperor Wu.

The evil nature of this person is self-evident.

Not only that.

In Ling Yun's perception, this young man in white clothes was not an ordinary Martial Emperor.

Although the threat the other party brought to him was not as good as that of Zhao Xun, it was by no means a low-level Martial Emperor.

Almost instantly, Ling Yun guessed the identity of the other party.

In the Discipline Hall, being so powerful and sitting in the main seat, you don't need to think too much to know who the other party is.

At this time, Wang Jinglong's face was also a little surprised.

When he heard Song Yuan talk about it before, he thought Ling Yun was at least forty years old.

For a warrior, forty is definitely a very young age.

After reaching the level of Martial Saint, one's lifespan can reach two hundred and fifty years. Forty years old can be said to be a young man.

"Ling Yun?"

Wang Jinglong's voice revealed surprise.

"I've met the master of the Discipline Hall."

Lingyun raised his hand.

In just a moment, Wang Jinglong regained his composure.

It is indeed extraordinary that Ling Yun could defeat Chu Xinghui in both alchemy and martial arts at such a young age.

However, his vision far exceeds those of the monks on Pagoda Island.

So he knew very well that if he wanted to go far in martial arts, talent was only one aspect.

In this world, countless geniuses die every year.

So even though Ling Yun surprised him, it was nothing more than that and not enough for him to really take it seriously.

Wang Jinglong immediately said calmly: "Ling Yun, where did you get the courage to kill people in Futu Camp?"

Ling Yun had no expression on his face and replied calmly: "Hall Master, I killed Song Yang, but everything I did was done for a reason.

To be honest with the hall master, this is the first time Song Yang and I have met each other. We have never met each other before, let alone hate him. The reason why I killed him was because I was forced to fight back."

Hearing this, Song Yuan's eyes turned blood red instantly: "Ling Yun, it was you who killed my son, not my son who killed you, but when it comes to your mouth, it seems that you are the victim?"

Chu Xinghui also sneered: "Even if Song Yang is a little at fault, do you need to kill someone?

I think you just don’t take the Discipline Hall seriously."

Ling Yun was unmoved and said calmly: "Chu Xinghui, in front of the hall master, you are so good at criticizing others. It seems that you have already become proficient in this method.

Song Yang forced his way into my yard without my permission and beat up my teammates. After being stopped by me, he not only did not repent, but also intensified his efforts to deal with me. How did it come to your mind that he was at fault?"

"Smooth words and charming words."

Chu Xinghui angrily scolded, "Ling Yun, since you are not convinced, then I will make you convinced and call the witness."

Then, he introduced Song Yang's followers to the Discipline Hall.

These followers of Song Yang were undoubtedly biased towards Chu Xinghui, and each one of them said that Ling Yun had offended a lot of people.

After asking, Chu Xinghui smiled proudly: "Ling Yun, now that things have happened, what else do you have to say?"

Ling Yun looked disdainful: "Chu Xinghui, these people you asked about are Song Yang's followers. They are also Song Yang's accomplices. Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to ask them to be witnesses?"

"You..." Chu Xinghui was furious.

This Ling Yun was really calm and cunning to an extreme. Under such circumstances, the opponent was still able to calmly counterattack in the face of danger.

Before Chu Xinghui could speak again, Ling Yun turned around and said to Wang Jinglong: "Hall Master, it's already obvious that Chu Xinghui is avenging his personal vendetta and deliberately slandering me.

The fact is that Song Yang forced his way into my yard and was so arrogant that I was forced to fight back before killing him. Otherwise, why didn’t Song Yang die somewhere else but in my yard?"

Ling Yun and Chu Xinghui each hold their own opinions.

From beginning to end, Wang Jinglong's expression was very calm, occasionally showing a trace of amusement.

Song Yuan, who had already understood Wang Jinglong's true identity before, felt ice-cold in his heart when he saw this.

He knew that both Ling Yun and Chu Xinghui were nothing more than prey in the sheepfold in Wang Jinglong's eyes.

Wang Jinglong's gaze was like watching a prey fight.

Including the death of his son Song Yang, to Wang Jinglong, it was no different from the death of a sheep.

However, precisely because of this, Wang Jinglong has always been very rational and has not been influenced by any party.

"There must have been other bystanders to the fight between Ling Yun and Song Yang. Go and ask those bystanders. I want to know what happened."

Afterwards, everyone heard Wang Jinglong say to several members of the Discipline Hall.

When the members of the Discipline Hall left, cold sweat broke out on Chu Xinghui's face.

He's not stupid either.

When he heard Wang Jinglong's words, he immediately realized that Wang Jinglong had never believed his words from beginning to end and was not affected by the provocation.

So, in Wang Jinglong's eyes, do his previous series of performances look like clowns?
Chapter completed!