The most powerful plant system

Chapter 254 Even if you fall into the magic way!

Yinglao remained silent, he knew that Murong Changhen was telling the truth, but Xi Jianzong, who had suffered a heavy loss, obviously would not give up, he must find out the reason, what he said was just asking for trouble.

"How about Sishi and Ye Feng? Are they dead? You are telling the truth!"

Xue Huiniang's face was also very pale, and her phoenix eyes pressed her with anger.

After the Sword Market broke down and the relics of the Sword Saint manifested, everyone came out except Ye Feng and Yu Sishi. Although they were all injured, fortunately, they were all fine.

Jiang Wuqing and Tang Xian'er had already been taken away by people from their own sect, and among the remaining disciples, a group of people questioned what happened in the Sword Market one after another, only Murong Changhen didn't know what happened in the sword market, it was really unreasonable.

"Elder Xue, I really don't know what happened to Junior Sister Yu!"

Murong Chang said helplessly, looking at Elder Ying next to him from time to time, and somewhat hated why he let him take the Seven Days of Unfeeling Pill, so that now he became the object of everyone's suspicion.

How could he hide this behavior from the aging Zheng Fenghua? Seeing this, he stood up slowly, revealing a resolute majesty.

"This time we encountered a catastrophe, and our sect suffered a great loss of vitality. I am afraid that the situation in the future will be even worse than before. Sishi possesses swordsmanship, and now is the only hope for my sect's revival. There is absolutely no room for loss."

"Murong Changhen, Ying, if you don't give an explanation, none of you will get out of here alive today!"

Zheng Fenghua speaks loudly, after all, he is the leader of a sect, and he is absolutely unambiguous when it comes to making decisions!

Hearing this, Murong Changhen was so frightened that his body trembled, and Yinglao turned pale.

"Master Zheng, the sect is now besieged on all sides, I am afraid we still need the help of Dajing Murong's family, we must not do this!"

The master of Xijianzong said quickly.

"Hmph, confused!"

With a flick of Zheng Fenghua's sleeve, the face of the master of Xijian Sect was severely swollen, and he didn't dare to speak for a while, trembling with fear.

"Dajing Murong's family is thousands of miles away, can the distant water save the near fire?"

A look of sadness appeared on his face, "At this point, the wall is falling and everyone is pushing, do you think I can still survive?"

Zheng Fenghua's words made all the elders of Xijianzong turn pale.

The uncle said it directly, but it is not unreasonable!

Xijianzong used to be able to intimidate all parties on the east bank, but now it is just a piece of fat that the wolves are looking around at!
"The relics of the sword saint appeared in our sect. No matter how things develop next, we will not escape. The current plan, what we can do is to secretly send away some potential disciples, and we cannot let Xijianzong break the law." Otherwise, you will be ashamed of the ancestors of the past generations!"

What Zheng Fenghua said was painful, and everyone was in despair.

"Yi swordsmanship once brought glory to Xijianzong, and now someone has finally practiced it. I thought I saw the hope of the sect's rise. How could such an accident happen?"

"This old man originally planned to take Yu Sishi to the ancestral land of the sect himself when she came out of the Sword Market. It didn't waste her talent. Who would have thought that her whereabouts are unknown!"

"You Lizi, you originally had an unreasonable attempt to contemplate poetry, but now you refuse to explain everything, you must be hiding something!"

"Today, the old man put the words aside. I don't care how powerful your Murong family is. If you don't tell the truth, you will surely die today! If Yu Sishi makes a mistake, you will also surely die!"

Zheng Fenghua's voice was deafening, sonorous and powerful, the king-level coercion descended on Murong Changhen, he was crushed to the ground with a thud, and he was so frightened that he shitted!
"Master, spare your life! Master, spare your life! I really don't know what happened to Junior Sister Yu, but I can tell you my purpose of entering the Sword Market!"

Murong Chang hated not being able to bear the coercion, and panicked to reveal his hidden purpose all along.

"Little Lord!"

As soon as Yinglao's face changed, he immediately wanted to stop it. If Zheng Fenghua found out about this, he might die even worse!

After all, he didn't have any real evidence. This statement gave the other party an excuse to kill someone!

Whoosh!

It's a pity that he couldn't stop him, so he was slapped on the wall by Zheng Fenghua's palm casually, vomiting blood wildly, and half his life was lost!

"Say!" Zheng Fenghua's sleeves were blown, and Murong's long-term hatred was rolled up. The smell of feces and urine permeated the audience, making many elders feel ashamed.

This is the chief disciple of the sect?

Simply shameful!
"I... I was sent by the family, I... I was supposed to infiltrate the Sword Cleansing Sect, and wait for the opportunity to find the demon sword!"

He told all the secrets in one go, and everyone present was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"You have accepted a good apprentice!"

Zheng Fenghua was furious after hearing that, and glared at the master of Xijian sect. The master of Xijian sect turned pale for a while, and he actually led the wolf into the house!

"Demon Saber, Demon Saber, it turns out that another holy power is the legendary Demon Saber!"

He looked up at the resplendent and resplendent sword saint ruins in the sky, and vaguely understood what was happening inside.

His eyes flickered non-stop, and finally revealed the color of madness.

"This matter must not be known to any outsiders, and the two of them shall be strictly guarded!"

He gave the order to die.

He originally wanted to kill Murong Changhen and Yinglao directly, but thinking that they might still be useful, he decided to delay the killing.

"Master Zheng, what should we do now? Yu Sishi is missing, should we send the other disciples away quietly?"

An elder hurriedly asked, the suzerain should have asked this question, but the suzerain was so ashamed that he didn't dare to ask any more.

"Send! Send away some disciples as much as possible, and we must not cut off the incense of the sect!"

Zheng Fenghua said firmly.

"Uncle, you can escort the disciples away, the sect will be guarded by us until the end."

Xue Huiniang said sadly, even if the disciples can be sent away, if they do not have a strong backer to rely on, it may be difficult to continue the inheritance of Xijianzong.

With Zheng Fenghua's strength, if they abandon them and leave, there is a great possibility of escaping. After all, the attention of all forces is currently on the relic of the sword saint.

"No, the old man will never leave."

Zheng Fenghua shook his head, looking sadly at the broken mountains and rivers.

He was born here since he was a child, grew up here, and dedicated his whole life to the Sword Cleansing Sect. In his hands, the Sword Cleansing Sect must never perish!
If it is doomed to perish, he will also fight to the last moment!
"What is the master planning to do?"

Many elders could see that the uncle's mood had some inexplicable changes.

"Demon knife! Since that demon knife is in my sword sect, maybe I have a chance to snatch it!"

"It is rumored that even a saint can surrender that demon sword. As long as the old man grabs that demon sword, the crisis of the Sword Cleansing Sect will be wiped out!"

Zheng Fenghua is usually a fairy, but now he is crazy, like a lone wolf at the end of the road.

"But the demon sword is so evil, even if you snatch it, uncle, I'm afraid you will fall into the evil way of Shura."

The elders said sadly, they knew that the uncle was helpless.

"As long as I, Xijianzong, will not perish, even if I fall into the devil's way, even if my body is afflicted with calamities, I will not hesitate!"

(End of this chapter)