"The public trial is coming, and Zhenjun Linyue cannot stay outside..." Shi Haisheng had a calm face, as if he smelled some different information.

"Senior Brother Shi, don't be anxious first. Maybe Zhenjun will go to the guild first and there is no time to notify us." A younger disciple advised.

"Impossible." He shook his head. It would be no surprise that he would do this if he changed to a young child, but that was the True Lord of Linyue.

Who is the Zhenjun of Linyue? Heavyweight who has experienced the storm and avoided the baptism of the civil strife of Guiyi. Although he can only be at the edge of power, his qualifications and seniority are at the forefront, not to mention the power, he is indeed the old man who has come out steadily.

How could such a person not be able to tell the difference between importance and even more impossible to leave them behind at such a node?

So now there is only one possibility. The other party is tripped by something and cannot come back at all. What else will happen in the moment? The more Shi Haisheng thought about it, the more trouble he felt, and his eyebrows were almost twisted into a hemp rope.

"It's better than us..." someone suddenly suggested-

There was a commotion in the outer door, and some people shouted in panic, running pace and movements that were getting closer and closer in their ears.

Everyone in Guiyimen in the room was stunned. They had been gathered in this living room for a night and did not dare to rest. In addition, they set up restrictions and told people outside not to disturb them if there was no major problem.

So what happened?

For some reason, the unknown premonition in the hearts of the Guiyi Sect coincided with some expectations.

"Who is outside? Let him in, hurry..."

"Pu" The door panel was pushed open brutally, and a stumble figure rushed in.

Everyone was not allowed to exclaim at the situation in front of them, and the other party started howling loudly.

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This time, the guild and the others were not leaving the other yard, so they were led into the large yard several times to the direction of the main hall. According to the guide, the public trial will be held in the Sibian Hall, the main hall of the guild.

From the main entrance, to the main courtyard and then to the main hall, Ningxia and others enjoyed the scenery inside the guild. They were magnificent and magnificent, and were not worse than the Forbidden Palace that Ningxia saw in their previous life. Compared with the Wuhua Sect and other sects, they just lacked some historical background.

The guild is worthy of being a place where the skilled artists in the southeast border are established. Its eyes are all related to the Six Arts. The prosperous spiritual herbs everywhere, the smell of sulfur that can be smelled everywhere, as well as the sound of shouts and flashing lights in the distance.

Along the way, I saw many people in a hurry, most of whom were wearing robes of the same standard but different colors, and special ribbons hung around my waist. I looked very busy, and no one paid attention to these abrupt guests.

No need to think that these should be the personnel of the guild. By passing by, Ningxia even heard someone whispering to the fact that the alchemy stove was hot, what kind of fine iron should be forged today, and so on.

It turns out that this is the "scientists" club in the cultivation world. It has that style...

When he found Ningxia in a daze, Zhenjun Yuanheng urged her, Ningxia quickly reacted and followed her quickly. Others thought she was distracted by the spirits. Several people slowed down slightly and waited a little.

"Wuhua sent--"

Sibian Hall is a very tall hall, with a very regular appearance outside, but the surrounding area is very clear, and there is a Sanskrit sound coming from afar. Everyone stood in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little solemn.

Before I could fully step into the gate, Ningxia had already heard someone report.

"Wuhua sent--"

This time, the Wuhua Sect had no intention of being low-key, and walked in with his head held high and his chest held high in front of the eyes of everyone inside.

True Lord Yuanheng seemed to have put some pressure on him. Ningxia saw the table of monks closest to them moving backwards, his face slightly pale, as if he was under some pressure.

True Lord Yuanheng led them to sit down in the first seat on the upper left without any hesitation, facing the various gazes from the venue calmly.

When they came, there were already many monks in Sibian Hall. There were many people in various sects and major forces.

It was quite early... A hint of unpredictability flashed in the eyes of Zhenjun Yuanheng. Then he saluted to an old man who was very handsome above, and it seemed that he knew someone he knew. Ningxia thought uncertainly.

Ningxia also looked along the line of sight. He didn't know any of the front rows. He was old and found one of them. The Chongri Zhenjun, who had met several times before, was also here, but this time he retreated to the back row. Together with the judges he met in the last assessment, it was estimated that the person in charge was a big figure in the guild.

Since sitting down, Ningxia and other disciples of the Wuhua Sect kept receiving some unidentified gazes, as if they were afraid and gloating. In short, it was quite complicated.

What are these people selling in the gourd? Ningxia was a little confused. Could it be that the accident happened to their flying boat caused these people to react like this? But they always felt that their reaction did not seem simple.

Yuanheng Zhenjun and other members of the Wuhua Sect sat in the seat with a calm expression. They all looked solemn, and they could see that they were in a bad mood, so no one dared to touch their thunder for the time being.

Of course, no matter what they were talking about in private or what their mood was in, the disciples of the sects only dared to give a few glances in a while, and no one really dared to put the words on the table.

At present, the atmosphere in Sibian Hall is quite harmonious, so I don’t know when it will trigger a certain critical point.

Until the arrival of another team disrupted the tranquility of the room and dragged everyone in the hall into the drama.

"True Lord Yuanheng!"

Someone who was blocking the door to sing a name felt a strong wind blowing at his storefront and quickly poured into the Sibian Hall. His steps were messy, and it was obvious that the pair of people were panicked.

Before the voice arrived, the voice arrived first.

And you can hear the anger and doubt in the words of the caller.

The visitor is not good.

When everyone looked at it, they realized that, hehe, another team of parties came, but they looked like they were coming to seek revenge.

At this time, the person who was singing the name at the door seemed to be slowing down and shouted blankly: "Remembering the door--"

True Lord Yuanheng turned his eyes to look at the person who was shouting, with a expressionless face, as if he had no reaction to the other party's very disrespectful attitude. He just looked at the other party without answering.

The other party was still staring at Yuan Heng Zhenjun, his tone couldn't be concealed and angry: "I dare to ask Zhenjun, I wonder where our Guiyi Sect has offended you, and it has made you ruthlessly?"

Haha, the evil man complained about this? Why did the world become different after sleeping all night?
Chapter completed!