When Pang Yi returned to his residence, he found Wang Chuan waiting in the hall with a dark face: "How is it? I just asked you to deal with a small handyman disciple, but you can still delay it until now, huh!"
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"Gudu."
Pang Yi swallowed his saliva subconsciously, his eyes a little evasive.
Wang Chuan suddenly frowned: "Don't tell me that you haven't succeeded this time? It's been more than a week!"
Pang Yi's lips turned pale and his face turned even paler. He weakly shook his head: "No, no."
"That little bastard suddenly had a seizure. He didn't sleep or read at night. Instead, he went to make elixirs."
"As I continued to practice, the cauldron exploded, and then..."
Before he could finish his explanation, Wang Chuan had already lost his patience and took action: "Pah!"
Over the past few days, he had heard enough of Pang Yi's various excuses for failure. He even had a feeling that this guy was acting in a counter-intuitive manner and that he did not contribute at all?
Otherwise, how could it be that it has been delayed until now and still can't deal with a handyman disciple?
In his rage, Wang Chuan's slap was a bit harsh.
After Pang Yi was knocked to the ground, Wang Chuan was about to yell and curse, but suddenly he noticed something strange——
After Pang Yi received this slap, not only did he lose two of his teeth, but he also spit out a large mouthful of blood!
Moreover, after this guy was slapped to the ground, he didn't even cry out in pain. He just lay on the cold ground, motionless...
"Huh? You fainted now? That's not true!"
Wang Chuan couldn't help but frowned: "No matter how you say it, he is still a peak nine-star profound master. Although the palm I just struck was a bit heavy, it only used half of my profound energy. Most of it was just a slap with physical explosive power...
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With a trace of doubt, Wang Chuan decisively used his soul perception.
During this exploration, Wang Chuan subconsciously took half a step back, his eyes full of incredible light: "Dead, dead? This, this, this... how is this possible?"
"Bang!"
At this moment, the door was broken open by someone from the outside.
Then, three people wearing Qingyun battle robes and carrying jade pendants of law enforcement elders slowly walked into the room.
When they saw Pang Yi lying on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die, and Wang Chuan, who was standing there blankly, with a hint of doubt and fear in his eyes, they all frowned.
When Wang Chuan saw these three people clearly, his mind suddenly tightened: These three are old acquaintances!
The young woman standing in the middle has a beautiful face, long hair reaching her waist, and a green cloud robe that wraps her graceful figure into exciting curves. She is Fa Yi.
The other two men, one is a rough forensic detective who wears rhinoceros boots and carries a mace; the other is a forensic detective who wears an eye patch, has a bald head, and is painted with makeup.
These three law enforcement elders had just recently punished Wang Chuan for "slandering a fellow sect member." Now, when they met as acquaintances, they caught Wang Chuan at the crime scene.
"Hahaha, Wang Chuan, we are really destined!" Fa Jian said in a strange tone, turning the word "destined" eighteen times, and the meaning was self-evident.
Fazhu took a step forward: "Get out of the way, don't block my autopsy."
Wang Chuan was startled, and subconsciously moved two steps to the left, and defended: "The three law enforcement elders clearly understand that the disciples don't know what happened. Disciples..."
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Before the young man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fa Zhu with a dark face.
This guy raised his orchid and pointed at Wang Chuan, and said in a rough voice: "In Pang Yi's meridians and flesh, only your water-type profound energy remains. How dare you say that you don't know what happened?"
"Hmph! It's obviously you who killed Pang Yi!" The forensic detective also took a step forward and shouted angrily.
Speaking of which, he still harbors some resentment towards Wang Chuan.
Eight days ago, Chen Shen was framed in a case, which brought disgrace to the judicial detective and others. As law enforcement elders, they had no reason to lower themselves to argue with a small handyman disciple, not to mention that he was also a victim.
As a result, the anger of the forensic detective and others was vented on Wang Chuan.
However, as a core disciple, Wang Chuan's status in the sect was extraordinary. Even if they were law enforcement elders, they would not dare to tamper with it.
Now, it's great, but the other party actually brings the clue to the door. Is there any reason not to catch it?
"It's unjust! The three elders and disciples have been unjustly accused!" Wang Chuan suddenly became anxious.
If the person who died under his hands was just a handyman disciple, it would be insignificant.
If he were just an outer disciple, with Wang Chuan's status, it would not be difficult to suppress this matter and turn it into a minor matter.
But now, the person who died was an inner disciple, the mainstay of the sect!
Don't say that Wang Chuan is just a core disciple. Even if he is an inner sect elder, if he dares to kill an inner sect disciple in vain, he will have to pay a heavy price...
"Unjustly accused? Humph!"
Fa Zhu raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are questioning my ruling. Well, in that case, I will take a sample and leave a certificate, and then let the elders of the three convening halls use the power of their souls to investigate and see if you
Is it unfair or not?"
"If you are really wronged, I have nothing to say and I will definitely compensate you. But if not, hey hey hey... just be prepared to bear the wrath of many elders of the three halls!"
Hearing this, Wang Chuan shuddered subconsciously.
The three-tang joint trial is a cross-examination trial in which the Qingyun Sect's Law Enforcement Hall, which enforces the sect's rules, the Xingtang, which is responsible for torture, and the Lutang, which collects rewards and punishments for all disciples, jointly send representatives.
This kind of battle cannot be said to be absolutely fair, but it is not too far off.
If a core disciple commits a crime and is taken away by the law enforcement elders, he is indeed qualified to request a three-chamber trial.
However...according to the practice of three joint trials, if the result of the review is favorable to the "suspect", that's fine. If it is unfavorable to him and he is eventually convicted, the suspect will often get a higher crime!
Who told you to stir up trouble and waste the precious time of all the elders? Wouldn't it be better if you confessed your crime earlier? If you are tried by the three councils, then you are really doing your own thing.
Wang Chuan had no choice but to glance at the young woman who entered the room without saying a word.
He knew that Fa Yi was the leader of this three-person team, so he begged in a low voice: "Elder Fa Yi, you must not be deceived by appearances. Disciple, I am really unjust!"
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Fa Yi never said a word and his face was as calm as water.
But in her beautiful eyes, there seemed to be a strange light surging, and she murmured in her heart: "Could this be a coincidence? Or...is there another mystery?"
It turns out that as early as three days ago, the Law Enforcement Hall suddenly received an anonymous letter.
Oh no, maybe it's more accurate to call it a threatening letter.
The words on the letter were made of black rice grains, making it impossible to identify the possible author of the letter by looking at the strokes of the font.
The general content of the letter is that in order to avenge old revenge, he will launch an assassination operation within the Qingyun Sect.
He will kill a thousand outer disciples, a hundred inner disciples, ten core disciples, and one true disciple of the Qingyun Sect within a week...