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Chapter 57 Don't Look For It, I'm Here!
"Treasurer Tong!"

Seeing the old woman appear, all the monks of the Baibing Pavilion around stopped their movements immediately, and bowed their hands to salute the old woman together.

"Uncle, Yan Motai was killed by the people of Aojian City!"

The monks in the robes of Minghai City saw shopkeeper Tong and a group of monks approaching, yelled sadly, and cried loudly towards the middle-aged monk on the right side of shopkeeper Tong.

"What, what did you say, Yan Motai was killed!"

Hearing the cry of the long-robed monk, the middle-aged monk glanced away, and immediately saw the corpse of Yan Motai standing in front of Jiang Feichen.

He froze for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.

"Who is so bold, even dare to kill people from my Yanmo family!"

The middle-aged monk flew into a rage, with hair and beards rushing to his crown.

He rushed to Yan Motai's corpse in one step, and hugged Yan Motai's body in his arms, distraught.

"Tong Qingshui, my nephew was killed in your important town of Yunjiao, you cannot escape responsibility, why don't you hurry up and order someone to hunt down the murderer!"

The middle-aged monk with long beard suddenly turned his head, glared at shopkeeper Tong, and shouted harshly.

"Don't be angry with Manager Yanmo. Since the incident happened in my place, I will definitely find out the truth and punish the murderer severely!"

Tong Qingshui was also shocked when she saw Yan Motai was killed, although the long-bearded monk Yan Mozhen's tone was very unkind, which made her unhappy.

But after all, Yan Motai is dead, and as the treasurer of Baibing Pavilion in the important town of Yunjiao, she should be responsible.

"Yanmo is in charge, the murderer didn't escape, he is still here!"

Yu Linghan, a young man from Minghai City, stepped forward and pointed at Jiang Feichen with a wave of his finger.

"What, you killed my nephew and still dare to stay here, you really don't take my Yanmo family seriously, who is he!"

Hearing this, Yan Mozhen's face became even more frightened and angry. He stood up abruptly, his eyes followed Yu Linghan's fingers, and Jiang Feichen's figure immediately came into his sight.

"what!"

Meng Changhe was startled when he saw this, and quickly moved to the side, approaching Jiang Feichen again, lest Yan Mozhen suddenly attack him.

He Lou Qingshan's legs were also tense, ready to rush out of the protection at any time.

"Ling Han, where is that person?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Mozhen's gaze didn't stay on Jiang Feichen's body, but glanced over, looking directly behind Jiang Feichen, his eyes scanning back and forth.

But he didn't see any trace of the murderer as he imagined.

"Ling Han, where is the murderer?"

Yan Mo shook his head and asked anxiously.

"Uncle, he's right there!"

The robed monk Yan Moyue reached out and pointed at Jiang Feichen again.

"Yanmo is in charge, the murderer is right in front of you!"

Yu Linghan also pointed at Jiang Feichen and yelled sharply.

"Where is it!"

Yan Mozhen turned his head again, but apart from Jiang Feichen, there was no one in the direction Yan Moyue and Yu Linghan were pointing at.

Even Yan Mozhen's eyes full of murderous intent suddenly showed a trace of confusion.

Although he has not entered the Spiritual Realm for a short time, his aura has already been compatible with one side of the world.

All the aura fluctuations within a hundred feet around cannot escape his perception.

But in the direction Yan Moyue and Yu Linghan were pointing at, he couldn't detect any hidden figures at all.

As for Jiang Feichen, he was automatically filtered by his brain.

How could a minor cultivator in the Qi refining stage kill a monk in the late foundation establishment stage.

"Uncle, isn't he just standing here!" Yan Mo shouted more and more anxiously.

"Steward Yanmo, that's him!" Yu Linghan swung his arm violently.

"Where is it!"

Yanmo was so shocked that he almost ran away.

If it wasn't for the way Yan Moyue and Yu Linghan couldn't be serious anymore, he even suspected that this was just a farce.

"Pfft!"

The Baibinge monks who were watching around were a little worried about Jiang Feichen and wanted to explain to Tong Qingshui.

But seeing such a scene, some monks couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing.

"Steward Yanmo, I'm here!"

Jiang Feichen looked at Yan Mozhen who was getting more and more confused, and couldn't bear it, so he waved his hand to Yan Mozhen kindly.

"roll!"

Yan Mozhen was originally full of anger, but he couldn't help being a little baffled by the complex eyes of the monks around him full of sympathy, pity, and gloating.

Seeing Jiang Feichen waving at him now, he was even more annoyed, and angrily reprimanded: "Don't make trouble, I'm not looking for you!"

Iwamotsu: ...

Yu Linghan: ...

All monks: ...

"Uncle, it's him, it's him, it's this boy, kill Yan Motai!"

Yan Moyue was about to cry, and he rushed towards Jiang Feichen, ignoring all the monks around who wanted to capture him.

"What do you want to do!"

"Damn it, stop for me!"

However, before Yan Moyue got up, several Baibinge monks around him, with quick hands and eyes, shot at the same time, with a few punches and kicks, they knocked Yan Moyue to the ground.

"Bastard, what are you doing!"

Yan Mozhen saw that the monks of Aojian City around him turned his nephew to the ground in front of him, and his heart was filled with anger, feeling unprecedented anger.

His body shook, and terrifying spiritual power roared out, instantly enveloping all the monks present at Baibinge Pavilion.

With one palm of his hand, in mid-air, the spiritual power gathered together. A giant hand with ten feet of spiritual power appeared out of thin air, and slapped the monks of Baibing Pavilion around Yanmoyue with one palm.

"Steward Yanmo, please stop!"

And just when the giant hand of spiritual power was about to slap down, not far away, Tong Qingshui lightly pressed his palm, and a gentle breeze rose up, rocking the storm of spiritual power around and immediately disintegrating.

And in mid-air, the giant hand of spiritual power that slapped down also collapsed in an instant, turning into countless turbulent flows of spiritual power and scattered in all directions.

"Shopkeeper Tong, what do you mean!"

Yan Mozhen's offensive was instantly resolved by Tong Qingshui, full of shame and anger.

"This is my important town in Yunjiao, please don't be impulsive in managing Yanmo!" Tong Qingshui smiled lightly.

"Tong Qingshui, you've seen it too. Just as my nephew was about to identify the murderer, they blatantly tried to stop him. Do you want to cover it up?"

Yan Motai said angrily: "I think the people here must be related to this matter, Tong Qingshui, you take them all to me now, otherwise I will tell the master of Baibing Pavilion in Minghai City to ask you! "

"Steward Yanmo, I understand your feelings. I will definitely investigate this matter to the end and will never favor anyone."

Tong Qingshui said coldly: "However, this is the important town of Yunjiao, and it is only under the command of the Baibing Pavilion of Aojian City. No matter how powerful your Baibing Pavilion of Minghai City is, you can't influence anyone."

"Hmph, Tong Qingshui, I hope that what you do can satisfy Ming Haicheng and me!"

Yan Motai's face was gloomy and uncertain, although he was extremely dissatisfied in his heart.

But at this moment, he was in the important town of Yunjiao, and he only brought less than ten monks from Minghai City with him, so his power was weak.

And Tong Qingshui's cultivation level is also much higher than him.

Yan Mozhen could only press the anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)