"It may be quite rare in other places to destroy the spirit roots, but it is not rare at all on Tianbei Island!"
In the last few words, Yan Yan deliberately extended the ending sound, successfully creating a meaningful feeling.
As soon as she said this, in the stands, all the previous accusations against Yan Yan instantly quieted down.
All eyes were focused on Yan Yan again.
The originally indignant faces were instantly replaced by surprise and confusion.
The dignified Tianbei Island, the Holy Sect of Practicing on the Eastern Continent, is an example of almost all spiritual sects.
In this way, the Immortal Sect’s God Mansion, which was regarded as a holy place for cultivation by the immortals, would there be such an immoral thing as destroying human spiritual roots?
Who did this?
Who is the monk who was destroyed by the destruction of the spirit root?
There were a lot of discussions at the viewing table, and everyone was competing to guess...
On the stands of the White Mist Palace
Agui's face was tense, almost expanding his spiritual power to the maximum, and he didn't even let go of a flying mosquito in the field.
Under the tea table, the earth-type talisman in the palm rotates rapidly, ready to attack the person who sneaks into Yan Yan at any time.
Agui knew in his heart that once the incident was told, Yan Yan would have broken the sky.
Rong Mochou will definitely kill her personally.
But even A Gui didn't expect that Yan Yan would reveal the incident back then on such a big occasion.
Needless to say, Shen Yuyun had no cultivation, and his muscles were tense to the critical point, and he was ready to use his body to resist the sneak attack and plot for Yan Yan at any time.
Even if he sacrificed his life, he could not let Yan Yan have an accident.
Even the most stable Mr. Yumei silently put his spiritual consciousness to the greatest extent.
However, Mr. Yumei only helped to defend, and he was not as nervous as Shen Yuyun and Agui around him.
Yumei knew that Yan Yan would not die.
What a joke, Yan Yatou holds Sumeru Realm and Emperor Canghua in her hands.
How could it be possible to die?
Not to mention her, she can protect her even if she can do so, so there will be no danger.
Yan Yatou's cultivation is just too weak, otherwise she could turn the entire Tianbei Island into the sky with these two things alone.
So, this is also the reason why Yumei stopped Shen Yuyun just now.
Only the little girl Yan Yan can do such a thing as breaking the sky, and no one can do it.
The dark place of Mingxiang Pavilion
Yu Xinzhu clenched her fists silently and gave a deep voice to Yueya on her side:
"Aunt Ya, from now on, you don't have to protect me, release all your spiritual power, and be ready to deal with Rong Mochou, who wants to do evil to Ayan at any time. Be sure to ensure that Ayan is safe!"
Yueya looked at Yu Xinzhu beside her.
Yu Xinzhu's expression was tense at this moment, and there was a fine sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that her own spiritual power had been released, and she was closely monitoring the movements around Yan Yan on the stage.
Although all the people who care about Yan Yan, both inside and outside the court, were ready to protect Yan Yan at this moment, no one planned to stop Yan Yan.
In the hearts of Shen Yuyun, Yu Meizi, Yu Xinzhu, their lives were long been left by Yan Yan's desperate efforts.
She let go of her hands and do whatever she wanted. They could only drink blood from the knife and swear to death.
At the host's seat
Rong Mochou still quietly turned the teacup on the table, and his face was still a gentle smile with a good temper:
"People, it's not good to let such people speak freely in such occasions, and to slander my reputation as Tianbei Island."
When he finished speaking, the teacup that had been slowly turning in his hand also stopped and looked at Yu Song beside him.
Yu Song's attitude has been ambiguous since just now.
Except for the kind smile on his face, Rong Mochou could see clearly, the old man's other thoughts were completely unconscious.
"I remember that back then, the old pavilion master had not yet gone into seclusion... Oh, it was about decades ago, when Tianbei Island was in charge of the Changsheng Pavilion..."
Yan Yan stood on the stage, his voice loud and he told slowly.
Everyone listened carefully when watching the table around.
Who doesn’t want to eat the big melons on Tianbei Island?
"Click!"
Rong Mochou gently placed the teacup between his fingers on the table and said gently: "This person bewitched the public and openly slandered my reputation as Tianbei Island. If Lord Yu doesn't plan to take care of him, I can't sit idly by."
Yu Song turned his face, and the smile on his face became more kind: "Why Chou wants to deal with this person?"
After saying that, Yu Song paused for a moment and asked with a smile: "Has her spiritual roots also destroyed?"
The smile on Rong Mochou's face instantly restrained, and the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed.
But in just a moment, Rong Mochou quickly realized that he had lost his composure and quickly recovered his previous relaxed expression and smiled gently: "The Lord of the Pavilion is joking, how could I do such a thing? It's nothing more than..."
Rong Mochou turned his face and turned his eyes to Yan Yan on the stage.
At this moment, Yan Yan was facing away from the host seat, still telling the old story of the past, but she had not yet made it clear who it was.
Staring at the back of Yan Yan's head, Rong Mochou narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's nothing more than asking her to shut up."
When he finished speaking, Rong Mochou wanted to take action as soon as he sacrificed the power of his spiritual consciousness.
Yu Song was sitting next to him. Rong Mochou knew that the old man's sword energy was faster than his spiritual power. Only by attacking him without any precaution could he successfully attack Yan Yan on the stage.
Otherwise, once he is entangled by Yu Song's sword energy, he will have to borrow someone else's hand.
This woman violated his bottom line and he wanted to kill this woman with his own hands!
However, just as the power of the spiritual consciousness was about to explode, another voice suddenly came into Rong Mochou's spiritual consciousness.
"Appointing the sect leader, there was a female cultivator outside the museum asking for a meeting. According to this person, she knew some of the details of Tang Tang on the stage and wanted to come in and expose it."
"This woman was late because she was stopped by the disciples of Jiange and was not put in. My subordinates also heard that at this moment, they asked the acting sect leader to let this woman go into the museum?"
The attack that had just been organized in Rong Mochou's spiritual consciousness disappeared instantly. He looked at Yan Yan on the stage, smiled sarcastically in his eyes, and ordered the voice in his spiritual consciousness: "Put the person in."
"Yes! I'll let that female cultivator come in..."
Rong Mochou's smile became deeper and he slowly leaned his body into the chair, looking at the stage with a relaxed expression, Yan Yan, who was still telling the old story back then.
Yan Yan raised his lips and smiled meaningfully, and asked everyone at the viewing table: "You guess, where did the cultivator prodigy from that year go?"
Everyone in the watchroom was so stunning that when Yan Yan raised the question, everyone immediately started to talk.
Among them was a sensitive monk who whispered: "Can you be jealous of someone... ruined the spiritual roots, right?"
Some people started, and others thought about Yan Yan's previous behavior and immediately guessed seven out of ten.
Everyone became more and more curious about Yan Yan's narration and couldn't help asking:
"Which pavilion is this? What you said, which monk is from Tianbei Island?"
"Yes, who is the cultivator whose spiritual roots have been destroyed?"
"Who knows whether what you said is true or false?"