Just as they were talking, Lu Qingfeng suddenly spoke, walked up to Tang Ling, and glanced around with a pair of ordinary eyes filled with the power of time, seemingly casually.
The chatter that had been going on just now stopped for an instant, and in the silence, only the wet sound of drizzle falling on the ground could be heard.
"Master." Tang Ling was a little moved. He had never felt that his unassuming master was so handsome.
"Ling'er." Lu Qingfeng also turned around, glanced at Duo Mo nearby, and finally set his sights on Wei Zhiming behind Tang Ling.
"Are you... Wei Zhiming?" Wei Zhiming nodded, but made no move to salute or address Lu Qingfeng.
"I heard Duo Mo talking about you, and you are a rare tool-making material."
Lu Qingfeng took two steps forward. He didn't seem to care. He paused, then suddenly stretched out his long arm and clasped Wei Zhiming's shoulder with his right hand.
Because the distance was too close and too unexpected, Wei Zhiming was unable to dodge for a while. Everyone saw a purple shadow suddenly pop up from Wei Zhiming's body and flew toward the air with a "swish", followed closely by Lu Qingfeng.
Then, one purple and one white quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Tang Ling never expected that Lu Qingfeng would do something like this. Before he could dissuade or explain, he watched the two figures disappear into the night, heading in an unknown direction.
Oops, misunderstood.
And Nangong Xun is probably no match for Lu Qingfeng.
Why do you think he was running away?!
Tang Ling wanted to catch up, but what she didn't expect was that the monks who also saw this scene started to get angry.
"It is indeed a devil!"
"This kid is not a good guy if he colludes with monsters!"
"My disciples were all captured by this boy and that demon and taken to the prison city and killed alive!"
"Qian'er, this is your first time out of the mountain! It's all your father's fault for dragging you out! Your life was in vain!"
"And the storyteller and our brother!" Detective Tiezhu and Li Laoba said with tears in their eyes, "Those two demons may be in the same group! Gods, you have to make the decision for us!"
"We, the monks, should subjugate demons, protect mortals without magic power, and eliminate harm for the people!"
"People from harm!"
"People from harm!"
here we go.
After sending the signal to the black crow, Song Nan returned to the crowd, still dressed as "Lin Ping", and carefully observed everyone's expressions.
Everyone is very excited.
Several elders of the Lingxian Sect had some hesitation on their faces, while Duo Mo kept a dark face, wondering what he was thinking, but Song Nan noticed that he had put his hand on the storage bag, as if he was preparing something at any time.
Fu Qingcheng was protected behind him by Shu Yi, and his expression could not be seen.
Shu Yi's old face had always only had a ferocious look on it, but now it was just a little more sinister than the ferocious look on his face.
The expressions of the several detectives were obviously the most excited, but the muscles on their faces seemed very stiff as if they had been pulled by someone, and their movements were sluggish and repetitive like puppets pulling strings.
Puppet curse?
Or an advanced puppet spell.
The person who cast the spell must be a high-level practitioner. If he had not had past life experience, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary monks to see it.
Song Nan's expression condensed.
He joined the Black Crow, controlled the escape of Nangong Jialing, and tried his best to avoid the death of the people in Zhenchao Guan, but now he still can't avoid the tragic death of Wei Zhiming?
Because someone is behind all this.
Some people want Wei Zhiming dead.
Wei Zhiming still didn't move or say a word.
There is something strangely familiar about this scene.
It seems to have happened countless times.
When he didn't show the books to A Niu in the Forgotten Village, when all the children surrounded the whole village and scolded him for being an alien, when the Lingxian Sect was rejected by everyone...
He's used to it.
He never had hope in people.
It's just a pity that I haven't reached the ability to fight against it now.
"People from harm?"
A clear and familiar voice accompanied by a sneer broke through the noise of the crowd and attracted the attention of Song Nan, Wei Zhiming and others.
Tang Ling had been standing in front of Wei Zhiming, and couldn't help laughing when he heard these words, "Several agents, you should have seen clearly in the main control room just now, who were they in the air corridor?"
Killed the mechanical serpent?"
Qin Sihai and Tie Zhu looked at each other, hesitated for a while and said, "Are you talking about the monster flying in the sky? It seems to be a young man in white."
"Later in the secret room, who got rid of the demon that possessed Li Xue?"
Qin Sihai and Tiezhu Li Laoba looked at each other, Qin Sihai frowned, "When you were fighting, it was all dark, and the main control room couldn't see clearly. I only know that when I finally could see clearly, it was very messy and everywhere.
Blood. You have been seriously injured. The two young men in white clothes and the girl in white clothes put away their weapons, and then used the flag given by the girl in brown clothes to take the demon in. From this look, it seems that several of them worked together to eliminate it.
It fell."
The answer is quite objective.
Tang Ling nodded to Qin Sihai, then looked at the monks, "Did all fellow Taoists and elders hear it? The guy in white, the girl in white, the girl in brown and I mentioned by the catcher are the ones who finally escaped from the mechanism.
We are the ones who came out. You said you wanted to eliminate evil for the people. We were the ones who eliminated the evil in the end, and we were the ones who were seriously injured. Isn’t it too late for you to say this now?"
"What you said makes no sense. I was out searching for you missing disciples at that time. We didn't even go down to what happened under the prison city. How could we help?" a monk said.
"Then what you said is ridiculous!" Tang Ling turned around, faced the monk, and said without fear, "Most of you present are from the famous weapon-refining sects in Qingyun Continent. After searching for three days, even mortals have built the
You can't even find the entrance to the organ city, and you still say you want to protect mortals and eliminate harm for the people?"
"Eh? That makes sense." Yuan Yulang followed closely behind him, "We have been wandering around outside for so long. Don't the Shanhe Sect and the Longan Sect boast of being the best in the Qi Sect competition every day? There are so many elders and monks.
, why can’t it be compared to a small monk from our Lingxian sect who came to compete?”
Huh, Yuan Yulang always lost to them in the competition a few days ago. Yuan Yulang had been feeling aggrieved for a long time.
It's all because of Wei Zhiming's failure to live up to expectations.
But it seems that he finally gave up the game and looked for someone, and for the sake of finding someone, Yuan Yulang was still very satisfied.
It's a good time to vent your pent-up anger.
"You brat! Ours is Guiyuan! It's not longan!" the monks of Guiyuan Sect said, "And what do you mean by that?"
"Is that what you understand?" Yuan Yulang put his arm around Wei Zhiming's shoulders and said, "He is a disciple of our Lingxian Sect. After Tang Ling disappeared, he gave up the game to look for someone. Not only was he found, but the result was returned to everyone.
I brought it out, do you think it's powerful?"
"I expect you to rescue me?" Yuan Yulang immediately wrinkled his features and looked around, saying "tsk tsk tsk" several times.
"The grass on the grave is already three feet tall!"