In the Qingtian Sect, the disciples of Jian Wuya's lineage seemed to be an alien species, somewhat out of tune with everyone else.
This trip to the Taixu Martial Realm was precisely because of Jian Wuya's instructions that the swordsman accepted the sect's mission and left Jianya to go out and practice.
Ye Feng, a white-robed man, frowned and felt extremely anxious.
Jiansheng's death was of great importance. On the way back to the sect, he originally planned to conceal the news to avoid causing Jian Wuya's anger.
But after much thought, he still felt it was inappropriate.
After all, Jiansheng died because of him, and was killed by him himself. All the details were never revealed. If Jian Wuya found out the truth, he might not be able to escape his death.
By then, even if the sect leader comes forward, he cannot be saved.
Therefore, after several days of weighing and deliberation, he decided to take the initiative to ask Jian Wuya to explain the situation.
As for the reason for Jiansheng's death, of course he couldn't tell the truth and could only blame it on Jiang Tian.
In this way, you can not only avoid responsibility, but also use the knife to kill people, which is the best of both worlds!
Although Jian Wuya may not believe these words, he can only do this, otherwise it will easily arouse the other party's suspicion.
"I'm telling you? No!" Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, his face looking very ugly.
"I can only talk to Uncle Sword Master about this matter, I can't let you convey it to me, I'm sorry!"
Ye Feng rejected the two senior brothers.
The matter was so important that if someone else conveyed the rhetoric he had carefully crafted, the effect would inevitably be greatly reduced, which he did not want to see.
However, the "Taixu Martial Realm" is about to open, and if nothing is said at this time, it will be delayed until several months later.
In such a long period of time, it is difficult to guarantee that Jian Wuya will not find any doubts, and then the trouble will be big.
"We don't have time, it seems we have to find another way!"
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and sighed, preparing to turn around and leave.
"Ye Feng!"
At this moment, a powerful wave of spiritual thoughts suddenly swept across, and at the same time, an old voice sounded like thunder in front of the temple!
The majestic and domineering power contained in it shocked Ye Feng's heart, and also caused the expressions of the two disciples guarding in front of the temple to change slightly!
"Master!" The two of them quickly bowed towards the main hall and saluted.
"Uncle Sword Master!" Ye Feng's heart beat wildly and his expression changed drastically.
The deep and terrifying aura made him feel a kind of panic from the bottom of his heart, and he almost couldn't help but kneel down to confess his crime and tell the whole truth.
But he still stayed awake enough and finally endured it.
It is conceivable that as long as he is really exposed, he will definitely die a violent death. Even if the two disciples guarding the temple do not attack him, they will be beaten to pieces by Jian Wuya.
"Why did you come to me?"
Jian Wuya's deep voice sounded again, rumbling in the void.
The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched, and his heart was beating wildly: "Disciple..."
"Is it because of...Jiansheng's death?"
Jian Wuya's voice suddenly became sharp!
"What? Junior Brother Jian has died!"
"How is it possible? His qualifications are so strong. Even if the two of us join forces, we may not be able to kill him. It's impossible, it's impossible!"
The two disciples guarding the temple were shocked and their expressions changed drastically!
The strength of both of them is not weaker than that of Kensei, and they can definitely win one-on-one, but when it comes to killing Kensheng, even if they join forces, they are not very sure.
The strength they have today mainly depends on their hard work accumulated over time, but the swordsman's qualifications are quite different from theirs.
The swordsman has an enviable "innate sword body" and is a swordsman created by God. He is simply born for the sword!
Such a genius, even if he encounters many powerful people in the Xuanxu Realm, has the ability to protect himself, how could he suddenly fall?
"Ye Feng, what happened?"
"Say it quickly!"
The two of them were almost furious and shouted anxiously.
"Uncle Sword Master..."
Ye Feng's face changed wildly, he fell to his knees and kowtowed.
Jian Wuya's aura suddenly surged, and a powerful will loomed over him, pinning Ye Feng to the ground.
At this moment, Ye Feng even had the urge to tell the truth in order to get relief, but he finally endured it.
Every disciple of the Qingtian Sect, especially the core disciples, will leave soul beads or soul cards in the sect. Once a major change occurs, the sect will know it immediately.
Therefore, he was not surprised when Jian Wuya spoke out about Jiansheng's death.
"Who did it? Tell me!"
Jian Wuya's voice filled the air wildly, as if the whole world was contaminated by his rage.
Ye Feng's heart was filled with fear. He took a few deep breaths, suppressed his fear and said, "Jiang Tian!"
"who?"
"Jiang Tian! Who is he?"
The two temple guarding disciples frowned and asked subconsciously.
Ye Feng did not dare to neglect and said quickly: "He is a warrior from the Tianfeng Empire. He is the top genius in the Tianfeng Martial Arts Association. He has already obtained the qualification of the 'Taixu Martial Realm'!"
"How is it possible? How can an empire warrior have the strength to kill Junior Brother Jian?"
"There may be something weird about this matter!"
The two disciples guarding the temple immediately discovered something suspicious.
"Are you telling the truth?" Jian Wuya's deep voice sounded again.
Both disciples could see something was wrong, and Jian Wuya was naturally more able to see the doubts.
Ye Feng's mind almost collapsed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Everything I said is true, if there is even half a lie, I am willing to be struck by five thunders from heaven!"
As the words spread, everything in Jianya remained as usual.
Ye Feng paused for a moment, feeling secretly relieved, and said: "This person's qualifications are incredible, and he has all kinds of powerful magic weapons that I have never seen before. It can be seen that he is also a person with great opportunities... Brother Jian, maybe because of Tai
I was overconfident, so I fell into his trap and was killed by him. Even the Silver Scale Magic Sword was forcibly taken away by that man... If I hadn't run away quickly when I saw that the situation was bad, I might have already... Sigh!"
Ye Feng poured out all his carefully crafted words, brushing himself off completely, blaming all the blame on Jiang Tian, and even made up a few strong men who did not exist.
And according to what he said, these so-called "strong men" were also killed by the swordsman with great power in that battle, and they were killed on the spot, leaving nothing behind!
Ye Feng spoke with such indignation that the two disciples guarding the temple were also furious, and there was no flaw at all.
Jian Wuya just listened and fell into silence.
There was silence in Jian Cliff, so eerily quiet!
Ye Feng's heart was beating wildly, life and death seemed to depend on a single thought.
For a moment, he even smelled death!
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. This old guy really wasn't that easy to deceive. Fortunately, he had already thought it through and considered it repeatedly, and all his arguments were flawless.
Otherwise, it might be really difficult to get through this level.
"Damn it! A little warrior from the empire dared to kill Junior Brother Jian, you turned against him!"
"Where is that Jiang Tian now? I'm going to kill him!"
The disciples guarding the temple clenched their fists tightly, with murderous intent on their faces. They wished they could find Jiang Tian now and avenge Jiansheng.
Ye Feng was filled with ecstasy, but his face was pretending to be troubled.