When Yun Yan first came out, many monks had already gathered outside the courtyard, most of them wearing the costumes of their respective sects.
There are also some people wearing Apocalypse costumes, mixed in the crowd.
Standing in front of everyone is Qingyu's support.
Beside him, there were several heads of sects standing. Yun Yanchu had only met them a few times, so he didn't know which sect they belonged to.
Each of them had anger on their faces, as if Qian Mingzong had done something unjust.
On the other hand, Hua Rong and Chu Wanjun, who were in trouble, looked unconcerned.
He even turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.
Chu Wanjun looked at Yun Yanchu in surprise and asked, "Little junior sister, why are you here?"
"Protect Master and Senior Sister, who is yelling at my Master?" Yun Yanchu said with a slight pout, and quickly walked to the position between Chu Wanjun and Hua Rong.
After hearing Yun Yanchu's words, the corners of Hua Rong's mouth rose slightly uncontrollably.
Protect... this word seems particularly strange when applied to him.
Hua Rong thought to himself, looking at his fierce little apprentice, he looked so cute that he wanted to make the decision for him.
Chu Wanjun didn't expect that Shen Nanzhou couldn't stop him, but Yun Yanchu just thought about it and it didn't matter.
At most, when blood splattered three feet later, she would reach out to block Yun Yanchu's sight.
Seeing the three masters and apprentices ignoring their actions, the group of people who came to find trouble became even more angry.
"Hua Rong, in order to win the competition, you sent someone to secretly drug him, causing the disciples to compete abnormally. This is simply despicable and shameless!"
The man who spoke was ordinary-looking, tall and stout, with a slightly ferocious face.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a huge hat fell from the sky and hit Qian Mingzong.
Before Hua Rong could speak, someone else said: "To get the first place through such despicable means is despising!"
"The Qianming Sect is the Qianming Sect. I thought it was really powerful, but I didn't expect it to rely on this kind of humiliation."
Each one of them accused Hua Rong of his misdeeds, as if they had been greatly wronged.
Hua Rong, however, did not even give them a look, and directly focused his gaze on Qingyu Sword Sect's head.
Fuyan never expected that Hua Rong would suddenly look at him.
When their eyes met, he, as the sect that was harmed this time, naturally had to stand up and seek justice for everyone.
"Hua Rong, you sent people to poison the clothes of the sect disciples, causing them to perform abnormally in the Demon Refining Tower competition. There must be an explanation for this matter."
Fuyan said righteously. The moment he stood up, everyone became a little bolder when facing Hua Rong.
Upon hearing this, Hua Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with great disdain: "You say it's me, that's me? Where's the evidence?"
"I knew you wouldn't admit it, but we brought the evidence!" When the person who spoke first heard Hua Rong say this, he immediately shouted and waved his hand.
Everyone standing behind him made way for him.
I saw one person dragging the little mute who was tied up with five flowers, and threw him directly towards Qian Ming and the others.
"Look, are you the one who works for the Ming Sect?"
The man said with confidence, as if he was sure that Qian Ming would plead guilty.
Yun Yanchu quickly caught the little mute who was thrown over with quick eyesight and hands.
The little mute had his mouth blocked with a cloth and could only whimper.
There were tears in those eyes, and his body was trembling slightly as he looked at Yun Yanchu who was holding him up.
Yun Yanchu quickly took off the cloth, and Chu Wanjun also stepped forward to untie the rope that bound the little mute.
The little mute was not injured, but his hands were a little red from being tied too tightly.
The moment the rope was untied, the little mute immediately grabbed Yun Yanchu's hand, shook his head crazily and wrote: "I didn't..."
Before he finished writing, Yun Yanchu gently held his hand, shook his head and said, "I believe you."
Three simple words calmed down the initially panicked little mute.
Meeting Yun Yanchu's gentle gaze, the little mute shed two tears in grievance, and his lips trembled slightly.
Yun Yanchu raised his hand and gently stroked the little mute's wrist, and the spiritual mass was so light that it was almost imperceptible.
The wrist, which had been strangled red by the rope, gradually returned to its original appearance.
Upon seeing this, Chu Wanjun quickly pulled the little mute, lowered her head and whispered softly: "You go into the courtyard first."
The little mute was always well-behaved and didn't ask for the reason. He knew that he couldn't help here at this time and would only cause trouble, so he walked quickly into the courtyard.
When he went in, he happened to bump into Shen Nanzhou coming out.
Seeing that the little mute returned safely, Shen Nanzhou patted his shoulder and walked quickly towards Chu Wanjun.
Wei Siyou and Xu Zhengdu, who followed closely behind, also walked out of the courtyard.
When the three of them walked out, they happened to hear one person say:
"Since you recognize this person, do you admit that this person's behavior is related to your Qian Ming?"
Chu Wanjun frowned slightly when she heard this and looked at the person who spoke.
The man was dressed in black robes, had a handsome appearance, and had an upright and awe-inspiring attitude, with a bit of disdain.
"You want evidence, and now the evidence is in front of you."
"The disciples of my sect have been practicing hard, but they have stopped at the Demon Refining Tower. You, Qian Ming, must give an explanation for this!"
"We have sent people to ask Lord Wen to come and make the decision."
Those people seemed to be anxious to convict the Qianming Sect, talking word by word without interruption.
Fuyan listened to their words, but he knew in his heart that these people were just for their own selfish desires.
After all, if this crime is convicted, Qian Ming will definitely be disqualified from participating in the competition, so the affected rankings will naturally have to start over.
They knew very well whether any disciples had been manipulated or not. They came together to raise the disciples to accuse them, but they just wanted to gain some benefits.
Qingyu was different, he had actually been tricked.
Three disciples were knocked out of the Demon Refining Tower midway, causing Qingyu to drop one place in the ranking.
Qingyu's loss is not only the reward for the ranking competition, but also Qingyu's reputation as the number one sect in Dongzhou.
Fuyan looked at Hua Rong's indifferent expression, but he actually didn't believe that Hua Rong would do such a thing.
How could such an arrogant person do such a small trick?
But this little mute was indeed caught by Lin Wanqing, and he was indeed a member of the Qianming Sect.
He believed in Hua Rong and even more believed in what Lin Wanqing said.
The real victim hadn't spoken yet, but those who came with him were attacking Qian Ming word by word.
He thought Qian Ming was guilty, so he didn't dare to speak, and his words became more and more sharp.
"As a murderer, we naturally don't expect them to do anything good."
The moment this sentence came out from the crowd, Hua Rong's aura suddenly changed, and an invisible aura burst out, instantly suppressing everyone.
The people who were shouting just now suddenly shut up, and all of them turned blue, resisting the pressure from the Mahayana Mirror monks.
Fuyan's face changed slightly, and he reminded sternly: "Hua Rong! This is the Apocalypse Sword City, and you won't tolerate your mischief!"
Hua Rong sneered when he heard this, and his sarcastic eyes fell on Fu Yan, "It seems that the head of Qingyu doesn't know me very well, are you using Tianqi to suppress me?"
"I just thought you were too noisy and it was annoying, so I told you to shut up."
He spoke in an understatement, but the smile on his face had long since disappeared.
As he spoke, the pressure suddenly increased by three points.
Only a "pop" sound was heard, indicating that the murderer from the Qian Ming Sect could not hold on any longer and fell to his knees.
Hua Rong raised his hand with a surprised look on his face and lightly covered his lips with his fingers, "You dare to frame me, Qian Ming, with your little strength. How capable do you think you are?" This chapter has been completed!