Wu Yuanyuan followed Meng Jiuxiao to a secluded place with a pale face. The anxiety and fear in her heart became deeper and deeper. When she saw no one around, she asked again: "Where is Zhuo Mufeng?"
Meng Jiuxiao did not answer her question, but asked: "Miss, please tell me in detail how you left with Lan Xiang last night."
Hearing this, Wu Yuanyuan's delicate body trembled. She was not a fool. Meng Jiuxiao asked this question, which meant that he acquiesced to the fact that Zhuo Mufeng had an accident.
Her mind was in chaos at the moment, and she had no intention of thinking about anything else, so she rushed towards the direction of Zhuo Mufeng's tent. She didn't dare to face it before, thinking of taking chances, but now her psychological defense collapsed, and she couldn't wait anymore.
A hand pressed her shoulder, and Wu Yuanyuan shouted: "Get out of the way!" After struggling for a few times, but unable to break away, Wu Yuanyuan drew out the sword hanging from her waist in anger.
"Miss, calm down!" Meng Jiuxiao flipped the palm of his hand, pushed the Huanhua Sword back into the scabbard, and said in a deep voice to Wu Yuanyuan: "The alliance leader and I have sent people to find Mu Feng. It's useless for you to be anxious now.
What we have to do is to find out the whole story as soon as possible, and maybe we can deduce what happened to Mu Feng."
Wu Yuanyuan burst into tears and cried: "How to check?"
Meng Jiuxiao: "Someone saw Mu Feng looking for you last night. Later, I heard that you left with Lan Xiang, so he followed the direction you were going. Have you seen him?"
Hearing this, Miss Wu cried even harder, shaking her head and saying, "No..."
After carefully observing the eldest lady's reaction, Meng Jiuxiao was basically certain that there was no possibility of Wu Yuanyuan designing Zhuo Mufeng. In fact, this possibility was just based on his thorough assumptions.
"Why did Lan Xiang come to you last night and ask you out?"
Wu Yuanyuan raised her head in astonishment and looked at Meng Jiuxiao blankly: "Uncle Meng, what do you mean..."
Meng Jiuxiao said coldly: "The truth is not clear now. Everyone is suspected. We must find out. If anything happens to Mu Feng, you must want to avenge him."
As soon as these words came out, Wu Yuanyuan covered her mouth and her delicate nostrils expanded and contracted several times. The four words "encountered an accident" stung her heart like a knife, making her brain turn white and stars flashing in front of her eyes.
After Meng Jiuxiao comforted and explained the pros and cons for a while, Wu Yuanyuan finally came back to her senses and told the details of last night with sobs.
After listening, Meng Jiuxiao's face was frighteningly gloomy: "In other words, Lan Xiang didn't have any clear purpose in asking you out last night. He took you in a circle and then came back. This is not like his past style."
Wu Yuanyuan said in disbelief: "Why did he want to harm Zhuo Mufeng? Moreover, he never took action from the beginning to the end, and there was no sign."
Meng Jiuxiao said hehely: "Of course he can't kill Mu Feng, but what if there is help from others? He only needs to lead Mu Feng out of a safe area."
Wu Yuanyuan didn't understand it at first, but when she thought about it, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Although Meng Jiuxiao didn't say it clearly, his meaning was very clear. If this matter was really related to Lan Xiang, why did Lan Xiang lure Zhuo Mufeng out? It was her!
In other words, she unknowingly became one of the murderers who framed Zhuo Mufeng. Thinking of this, Miss Wu felt heartbroken and gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go find him and ask him for an explanation!"
"No need." Meng Jiuxiao said from behind: "I have sent a message to Song Lele and asked him to bring Lan Xiang over to see the alliance leader."
Previously, he deliberately stood still just to see Lan Xiang's reaction. Now that he heard Wu Yuanyuan's confession, it was necessary to put him to trial regardless of whether he was the murderer or not.
…
In addition to a few envoys and hall masters from the Sanjiang League, all the masters who followed this time were dispatched to search for traces of Zhuo Mufeng in the vast jungle.
Wu Guanting even went out in person to look for clues wherever possible. He was afraid that he would miss something, so he looked very carefully, not missing every inch.
The greater the number of people, the greater the power, and the larger the scope. More than half an hour later, news finally came back. Someone found traces of fighting and some blood stains in some places.
Wu Guanting arrived after hearing the news and scanned the scene, and the muscles in his entire face collapsed.
Because the scene was severely damaged, it was impossible to see the martial arts skills of the perpetrators. The slight blood stains were probably the result of being accidentally missed when covering up the traces afterwards.
But this undoubtedly further proves the possibility that something happened to Zhuo Mufeng.
"Look, keep looking!" Wu Guanting shouted in a deep voice.
Half a day passed, and even though the Sanjiang Alliance tried its best, they still found nothing. Wu Guanting found it difficult to accept this result, and ordered people to expand the search area, but the result attracted the attention of Fei Huangdao officers and soldiers.
After some questioning, Wu Guanting also wanted to use the other party's strength, so he reported the matter truthfully.
When the news reached Mei Shanhui's ears, the Jiedushi was a little surprised: "The young man named Zhuo was killed?"
The officer and soldier who reported the report lowered their heads and said: "According to the Sanjiang League, Zhuo Mufeng disappeared last night. When they were looking for him today, they found traces of blood."
Mei Shanhui couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. He knew something about the grievances and hatreds of Jianghu people, and he also knew that the Sanjiang League and some sects had always been incompatible. Of course, it might also be that Zhuo Mufeng was too outstanding, which attracted the jealousy and hatred of some people.
meaning.
He didn't care whether Zhuo Mufeng died or not. What Mei Shanhui cared about was that even though he knew he was here, there were still people who dared to take action. This meant that they didn't take him seriously.
After pondering for a moment, Mei Shanhui gave the order: "Go down and cooperate with the actions of the Sanjiang Alliance to search the mountain comprehensively. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find Zhuo Mufeng."
"Yes!" The officers and soldiers took the order and retreated.
A man and a woman on the left and right of Mei Shanhui looked at each other silently. The girl looked sad and said: "How could this happen?"
The outstanding grace of the young man in white appeared in front of her eyes. He was in his prime, and it was inevitable that he would pay more attention to outstanding people of the opposite sex, which inevitably gave rise to a slight feeling of sadness.
The man said: "This is Jianghu. Killing people is just a matter of course to them. They have no scruples or reverence. They use force to break the law. Humph! The so-called Jianghu people should not appear in this world. If they can destroy the world,
With all the martial arts in the world, the world will definitely be much more peaceful."
Hearing the dissatisfaction in his words, Mei Shanhui couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. He glanced sideways and noticed that the sickly middle-aged man not far away was coughing violently again.
…
The fierce battle in the arena continued. After Tang Xiu defeated Yan Qingting, some top players on the Earth Spirit Ranking also came on stage to challenge, which aroused a good response from the scene.
But the real climax came when Tang Xiu made his second appearance. This time the person he wanted to challenge was none other than Li Qiuhan!
Before yesterday, this battle was recognized by the martial arts community of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty as the battle that determined the young generation of kings. Now, even with the appearance of Tao Yin, this battle has not faded too much.
Facts have proved that neither Li Qiuhan nor Tang Xiu disappoints.
With the lonely sword and the strange and unpredictable shadow, the fight between the two was far more restrained than the battle between Tang Xiu and Yan Qingting, but it was also much more thrilling. It was like hearing thunder in a silent place. Every time they crossed paths, they were more restrained.
Either way, it may determine the next outcome.
One hundred moves.
Two hundred moves.
Three hundred moves.
Li Qiuhan saw through the fake bodies created by Tang Xiu time and time again, but Tang Xiu also used this trick to constantly confuse Li Qiuhan and delay the opponent's sword attacks.
However, as the battle progressed, people discovered something strange. Li Qiuhan's sword seemed to have no ups and downs. It was always so plain, yet hiddenly sharp, like an endlessly long tune with no changes in high and low.
Many people began to feel depressed.
As his opponent, Tang Xiu was the first to feel this silent restraint, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. Li Qiuhan's swordsmanship had no vitality, and was as lonely as an endless darkness, which made him feel...
Waves of despair.
Over time, Tang Xiu found that his reactions and movements began to slow down. He tried his best to get rid of this situation, but the harder he struggled, the weaker he became.
call out!
A ray of sword light struck from the side, and Tang Xiu hurriedly tried to fake it, but this time the phantom of the ice sculpture had just condensed halfway, and the sword light turned around and suddenly struck from the other side.
A scoff!
The placket of Tang Xiu's chest was cut open, and a sword was pressed against his neck, less than half an inch away.
Nine hundred and ninety-six moves, Li Qiuhan won.
"This Li Qiuhan, I'm afraid everyone has underestimated him and his understanding of swordsmanship. He will be weak when he is weak, and he will be strong when he is strong. This son's swordsmanship style is unique. Once it is truly formed, he will definitely become the leading martial arts player in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Master of swordsmanship."
The old man who spoke had his arms folded across his chest, and many people recognized that this old man was the person who ranked fifth on the previous Heavenly Star Ranking.
"In terms of swordsmanship talent, this boy is indeed a step ahead of others. He has already vaguely touched the Tao with his skills. Looking at this aspect alone, no one in this generation, not even my generation, can compare with him."
Another old man was also amazed, and his admiration for Li Qiuhan could not be higher.
The disciple standing beside him asked: "Master, don't forget that Zhuo Mufeng is also a genius in swordsmanship. How does he compare to Li Qiuhan?"
The old man: "My master has never seen the person you mentioned take action, but according to your description, that person is stronger in overall talent. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is not as good as Li Qiuhan."
Everyone around him couldn't help but feel awe-struck when he heard this comment. Looking at Li Qiuhan who was slowly walking down the ring, he felt that the loneliness on his body was even stronger.
At this time, Yue Chao, Feng Yulou and Ouyang Yuan also received reports from their subordinates, saying that Zhuo Mufeng's body had not been found, and that the Sanjiang Alliance was also looking for someone, and even alerted Mei Shanhui. Now a large number of officers and soldiers were searching.
Mountain.
The expressions of the three people changed slightly.
Ouyang Yuan sent a message: "Don't panic, maybe it was the swordsman Gong Beixuan mentioned that took away the boy's body."
Yue Chao: "I hope so, but don't have any surprises!"
Feng Yulou had a stern face, but for some reason he felt a little uneasy.
At the same time, the leaders and elders of other factions who were watching the battle also received reports from the masters of their respective sects and learned about Zhuo Mufeng.