As soon as Yang Zhengyu said this, things immediately took a turn for the worse, and everyone's eyes turned to Yang Zhengyu.┌．
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Yang Ming was overjoyed and stepped in front of Chen Feng. He looked directly at Yang Zhengyu and asked in a deep voice.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Chen Feng looked at Yang Zhengyu, and his heart was extremely complicated. Although the relationship between the two was good, it would be a bit exaggerated to say that Yang Zhengyu could give up his life for him. There must be some hidden secret in it, but Chen Feng believed that the person who framed him would definitely be the one who framed him.
It won't be Yang Zhengyu.
"The elixir thing was done by me and has nothing to do with Chen Feng!"
"Nonsense, how can you, a disciple from the outer courtyard, steal elixirs from the inner courtyard?" The great elder's expression condensed, obviously not believing what Yang Zhengyu said.
Yang Zhengyu looked serious and opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment, Yang Zhengting rushed in with disheveled hair. Her beautiful eyes were already crying, and she looked very pitiful.
"Master, don't listen to my brother's nonsense. This, all of this was done by me. I deliberately framed Senior Brother Chen!"
"Do you think this is child's play?" Master Miaoji snorted and said loudly.
Hearing what Yang Zhengting said, everyone in the room frowned, while Yang Zhengyu's face was ashen.
"You tell it!" Yang Mingju didn't care what others thought, as long as he could save Chen Feng, he didn't care how twists and turns this matter would be.
"Disciple Yang Zhengting, a disciple of the outer courtyard..."
"Shut up!" Yang Zhengyu shouted angrily, trying to stop Yang Zhengting from continuing, but Yang Ming raised his sleeves and swung his robe, and a cloud of spiritual mist flew out, directly tying Yang Zhengyu tightly and hitting him far to the wall.
Yang Zhengyu's eyes widened with anger, his face flushed, and he looked at his sister pleadingly, but Yang Zhengting didn't look at her and slowly told the story.
It turned out that one month ago, Yang Zhengting was practicing in her room as usual. At night, a disciple from the inner courtyard sneaked into her room, handed her a few purple gold pills, and asked her to help her brother reach the third level of the Qi training stage.
, enter the outer courtyard and obtain the qualification to participate in the exchange meeting.
Yang Zhengting was very puzzled. She did not believe that there would be a free lunch in the world, so she did not agree. However, the other party also told her frankly that her purpose was to kill Chen Feng. If Yang Zhengting did not cooperate, then the other party would not mind killing her sister.
Two brothers.
At first glance, Yang Zhengting was hesitant. She often went to the junkyard to see Yang Zhengyu, and she also knew that Chen Feng and her younger brother had a good relationship. But after thinking about it carefully, Yang Zhengting agreed to the other party's request, because with Chen Feng and
When comparing the lives of two siblings, there is no comparability at all.
In this way, Yang Zhengting first used the elixir to forcibly upgrade Yang Zhengyu to the third level of the Qi training stage, and then entered the inner courtyard.
Moreover, the two of them came to Luoxia Mountain on the first day of the exchange meeting, waiting for Chen Feng to appear.
Of course, Yang Zhengyu had been kept in the dark about all this. This plan could also be said to be flawless.
However, Yang Zhengting was kind-hearted in nature, and because she felt guilty towards Chen Feng, she unconsciously showed some strangeness in her daily life, which made Yang Zhengyu, who was familiar with her sister's character, suspicious.
After several inquiries, Yang Zhengting finally couldn't withstand the pressure from her younger brother. Coupled with her inner guilt for Chen Feng, she told Yang Zhengyu the whole matter.
But he didn't expect that Yang Zhengyu would be shocked and angry when he heard it. He couldn't accept the fact that his good brother was killed by his sister, so Yang Zhengyu resolutely rushed into the room where Chen Feng was, regardless of his sister's dissuasion.
After Yang Zhengting finished speaking, everyone was silent. They are all people who have lived for more than a hundred years. Of course they know that what this little girl said is probably 80% true.
"Do you recognize the person who is looking for you?" Yang Ming raised his eyes and rolled his eyes, determined to nip the danger in the bud for his apprentice.
"My disciples don't know that that senior brother wears a mask every time he comes, his voice is deliberately hoarse, and his clothes are too bulky. He is obviously carefully disguised."
Yang Zhengting was choking while looking towards her younger brother. She saw that Yang Zhengyu was trapped in the corner of the room by the spiritual mist. His silver teeth were clenched, and the veins on his face were exposed, but his eyes were as lifeless as dead fish.
"Now that the matter is clear, I think the head brother must have his own arrangements!" Although Yang Mingju did not find out who wanted to harm Chen Feng, after all, this matter had nothing to do with Chen Feng, and he couldn't help but smile a little.
"The family has its own rules and the family has its own laws. Although the Yang siblings are not the masterminds, the law does not tolerate mercy. Let's die!" Master Miaoji pondered for a moment and said slowly.
"The Master, although the Yang siblings have made mistakes, they are being blackmailed. I hope the Master will be accommodating and take back their lives!"
Chen Feng was very anxious. Although he knew that his words had no weight at all, at this moment, he could no longer think too much, so he hurriedly bowed and said.
"Do you have the right to speak here?" The great elder looked at Chen Feng coldly. He had been blocked many times and could not vent his anger, so he angrily scolded Chen Feng.
Chen Feng ignored the great elder and looked straight at Master Miaoji.
"It's useless to talk too much, I'll give you death!"
Master Miaoji's words were like a trial from the underworld, directly announcing the fate of Yang's siblings. Yang Zhengting's face turned gray. She smiled bitterly and looked towards her brother in the corner. She saw that Yang Zhengyu seemed to have not heard.
He stared blankly at everyone in front of him.
"Master Master..." Chen Feng seemed to want to say something more, but Master Miaoji's face was already a little unkind.
Seeing this, Yang Mingju stretched out his hand to interrupt Chen Feng's words, looked at Master Miaoji with a smile, and said softly.
"Senior Brother Head, although what I said is not entirely correct, it still makes sense. In my opinion, Yang Zhengyu is the most innocent boy in this matter. Why don't we let him go!"
It has to be said that Yang Mingju is the core force of Tianyun Sect after all. Even Master Miaoji is not willing to refute Yang Mingju’s face because of two juniors.
"Since the third child has said it, I think so!" The second elder rolled his eyes, knowing that it was not the leader who should be speaking at this time, so he hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Yang Zhengting, his sin is unforgivable and he must die. As for his younger brother,
, abandon your cultivation, drive out of Tianyun Sect, and become a mortal!"
After the Second Protector finished speaking, he looked at Master Miu Ji and then at Yang Mingju. He found that neither of them spoke, so he knew that the matter had been decided.
Chen Feng was in a hurry and wanted to speak, but Yang Mingju next to him slashed Chen Feng's neck with his palm. A wave of dizziness spread and Chen Feng fell to the ground.
When Yang Zhengting heard that she was going to die, there were violent waves in her soul, and then she calmed down. The torture of good and evil made her instantly free at this moment. She smiled, and her messy hair was printed on her pale cheeks, so beautiful.
The wind is moving, but the heart is still. The turbid eyes are becoming clearer and clearer at this moment, so bright, shining in the heart!
Those uncontested eyes suddenly emitted a fiery light and were fixed on the faces of the superior uncles. She smiled again, as if she had met the most beautiful second in her life.
Yang Zhengting's eyes swept over the faces of Master Miuji and the elders one by one. All she saw was indifference, and the coldness and arrogance unique to immortal cultivators.
Is this the path to immortality that he pursues? Apart from their strength, what else do they have? In his eyes, they are just bodies with powerful strength. The funny thing is that he has never been able to do it until today.
Really seeing clearly the journey of cultivating immortality is nothing more than this.
Yang Zhengting's gaze was like a ruthless sword, tearing at the righteous cloak of these arrogant immortal cultivators crazily. The Great Elder, in Yang Zhengting's gaze, suddenly felt terror, a feeling of being seen through, which made him somewhat helpless.
from.
"Death!" The great elder seemed like a wounded beast. In the depths of his heart, a strong desire to kill suddenly arose. He held one hand for a moment, and a long sword came out, piercing Yang Zhengting straight.
body.
For a moment, blood splashed everywhere, and scarlet colors flew. Under the reflection of the sun, the colors were blurred. The scarlet blood seemed like floating flowers, falling one after another on Yang Zhengting's chest. Yang Zhengting looked at the sword on her chest quietly, and then
With a sad smile, he fell to the ground.
The scarlet blood slowly overflowed from her body, forming a beautiful picture in front of Yang Zhengting, like a pool of red lake water, tightly surrounding her graceful body.
The great elder looked at Yang Zhengting in a pool of blood, his hands were shaking, and cold sweat covered his body: "Why, why do I feel afraid?"
Yang Mingju looked at the fainted Chen Feng, sighed secretly, and closed his eyes.
Yang Zhengyu couldn't believe it. Looking at his sister who was so close, his mouth opened silently. He seemed to be screaming, but he couldn't make the slightest sound. An endless flame of anger burned and steamed in his heart.
He struggled and rolled crazily in the spiritual mist, trying to break free and go see his sister who depended on each other, but everything was in vain.
Blood was still gurgling on Yang Zhengting's chest, and a wisp of blood and tears fell from Yang Zhengyu's eyes...
