In the small town for a moment, Zhu Laosan did not know that there was a problem with the Heaven-telling Technique he had activated.
At this moment, many experts from the Xiaoqian Realm gathered together, because Yan Sect actually sent another elder here this time.
"Minglong, what do you want to do?"
Zhu Laosan looked at Yanzong Minglong with a gloomy look. All the sects and aristocratic families who participated in the Zhongling Daochi event were gathered here.
"In the name of the sect master, I came to investigate the cause of my young master's death."
Minglong, who was dressed in gray robes, had a cold expression. He glanced at everyone's faces and could see that these people were panicking.
"What? Your young master is dead?"
"No way, are you talking about Mr. Ming?"
"He's actually dead?"
Everyone said in shock, with some astonishment flowing in their eyes. Rouyin and Aji from the Eternal Immortal Palace sat aside, with a look of ridicule on their faces.
"If you die, you die. The Zhongling Dao Pond Grand Ceremony has long been stipulated. As long as you participate in the competition for the Dao Pond, you will not be held accountable for your death or injury."
"Now that you are here to investigate after someone is dead, aren't you trying to break the rules that have been established for thousands of years?"
Rouyin sneered, exuding endless charm.
Everyone looked at Rouyin. Although Rouyin had an ordinary face, if they looked at her for a few more times, they would be trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
These countless charms that cannot be revealed again are really hard to resist.
"Palace Master Rouyin, even so, it was my Yan Sect's young master who died. Now that my sect master is furious and wants me to investigate the cause of his death, it's very difficult for me to handle."
Minglong smiled faintly, but there was something cold and cruel in this smile.
"Is it difficult to handle? If it's difficult to handle, just don't do it!"
Rouyin sneered.
"Minglong, your Yan Sect has indeed done something wrong in this matter. Even if it is your young master who dies, you can't come here to ask questions."
"The Small Thousand World has been a place of cruel cultivation since ancient times. Don't you understand the principle that the winner is king and strength is respected?"
Confucian Zhu Laosan said indifferently.
"But, over the years, in every Zhong Ling Dao Pond Grand Conference, have any core disciples died?"
Minglong said with a cold smile.
"this……"
These words choked Zhu Laosan, and everyone felt heavy.
There are thirteen sects in the Xiaoqianjie. This saying has been sung to this day because these thirteen sects are extremely powerful. Even though the rules of the Zhongling Daochi Grand Ceremony are very cruel, the core of the thirteen sects has never died.
disciple.
Especially for the son of a sect leader like Mr. Ming, it is even more impossible for him to die in the grand gathering of Zhong Ling Dao Pond.
Although Young Master Ming is domineering, when people from other sects see him, they will give him a bit of a thumbs down.
Even if he is humiliated or bullied, Yan Zong will never say anything.
But if Mr. Ming dies, it will be a big deal.
"What do you want?"
Zhu Laosan frowned and stared at Minglong and asked.
"Find the cause of death and kill!"
Minglong's voice was cold and full of murderous intent. Everyone around him frowned, some of them unable to speak.
If a core disciple in their sect died, Minglong would probably react like this.
However, it would be very difficult to investigate the true cause of Mr. Ming's death, so these people felt relieved.
But more people still pray silently in their hearts, hoping that the disciples of their sect will not be so cruel.
Killing the son of the leader of the Yan Sect was a serious crime.
…
In Xuyu Mountain, Su Li walked forward under the scorching sun.
The Holy Spirit Ice Breath Umbrella was held above his head, blocking out all sunlight. Lines of ice breath fell on Su Li, shielding him from the scorching sun during the day. This blazing temperature could not harm Su Li in the slightest.
But the ground was burned by the scorching sun and turned into a pool of magma.
Fortunately, a magic weapon like the Holy Spirit Ice Breath Umbrella continuously releases ice breath, cooling and solidifying the ground, eventually forming a solid ground.
Su Li moved forward step by step. The speed was not very fast, but fortunately he was able to hurry up.
In three days, Su Li had climbed halfway up the mountain.
Traveling day and night, the rest of the people participating in this event could not catch up.
"Huh? It's a little weird."
Su Li's face condensed, and he immediately saw a piece of black cloth hanging on the iron tree not far away. This piece of black cloth looked like something that had been torn from a person's body.
However, the scorching sun was scorching, and if these were human clothes, they would have been completely burned by the fire.
Furthermore, Su Li traveled day and night, how could anyone catch up with him?
Su Li then walked over and took off the black cloth.
A familiar smell of rouge and gouache spread. Su Li frowned and was shocked.
"This is the smell of the fish oiran!"
Su Li frowned, beating gongs and drums in his heart.
Previously in the small town of Xunyu, Su Li was taken to Fengya Building by Wu Qing. By chance, Su Li was arranged by the owner of Fengya Building, Dongfang Sheng, to have an affair, and the object was the fish Oiran Yu Youwei.
Being in the same room as Yu Youwei, although Su Li didn't do anything, he deeply remembered the smell of Yu Youwei.
Su Li was confident that he would not admit the strong smell of rouge and gouache.
"Oiran Yu probably has no cultivation, and it is impossible for her to participate in this grand gathering of Zhongling Dao Pond..."
Su Li narrowed his eyes, raised his head and looked forward.
This place halfway up the mountain has been able to reduce a lot of sunlight, and there are more iron trees here. Perhaps the fish and the oiran rested here for the night, so they left this piece of black cloth torn from their bodies.
"What's the conspiracy?"
Su Li took a deep breath, perhaps only when he reached the top of the mountain could he understand the secret.
For ten consecutive days, Su Li was crazily climbing this mountain.
For a moment, the mountain was filled with blazing flames, severe cold, and the double alternation could be described as the ninth level of ice and fire. Countless disciples died on the way up, and only some disciples from big sects and big families could survive.
But after ten days in a row, they barely climbed halfway up the mountain.
Here, they have more time to continue climbing to the top of the mountain every day.
Zhu Yu'er stepped halfway up the mountain and happened to see a stone slab with a carved text on it.
"Proceed with caution, there is something weird in this Zhongling Dao Pool..."
"Also, remember to keep my secret..."
These two lines of words made Zhu Yuer chuckle, and she instantly understood who had left them behind.
"Miss Yu'er, this is the first time I've seen you smiling so much in the past few days. Could it be that you recognized the owner of these words?"
Li Wuya followed Zhu Yu'er and asked with a smile.
But when his eyes fell on the stone, his face turned cold instantly.
Zhu Yuer is the woman he likes, and he will never allow others to stare at this piece of fat. The owner of the word can actually make Zhu Yuer laugh. This is something Li Wuya cannot bear.
The most important thing is that the font was obviously engraved some time ago.
This means that someone is walking ahead of Li Wuya.
As the son of a genius, Li Wuya would never allow anyone to steal his limelight, no one.