Hearing this, A Wan's heart tightened, and she quickly stretched out her hand to take off the black cloth that covered her eyes. Before she could look around, she saw Fang Zilan unhurriedly unwrapping the tightly wrapped plum sword layer by layer. in front of people.
There was chaos in the hall, and some people exclaimed: "Plum Sword! She is Zi Xiu!" Others said quietly: "No one has ever seen Zi Xiu and what the plum sword in her hand looks like. How come they saw a sword shaped like a plum branch?" The handle is said to be a plum sword?"
Only Mr. Liu, after taking off the black blindfold, stared at Fang Zilan and the plum sword in her hand, unable to react for a long time. No wonder she knew Zi Xiu's whereabouts and purpose very well. No wonder she said her identity could only be revealed when she paid homage to the mountain. No wonder she made no mistakes along the way. It turned out that she was Zi Xiu herself. Then...
It turns out that Geng Nan was right, it was the Plum Sword, and the person holding the Plum Sword was Fang Zilan.
After Mr. Liu realized this, he could no longer hold his balance. He wanted to step forward but was stopped by the strong man beside him, "What are you going to do? Be honest!"
"I..." Mr. Liu opened his mouth, but finally stepped back, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on Fang Zilan.
Fang Zilan casually held a sword flower, and everyone around him involuntarily took a few steps back and spread out a little. Then he realized that this was on their territory, so what if it was Zi Xiu? He suddenly felt confident, puffed up his chest and gathered around again.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I want you to come out and see me." Fang Zilan looked impatient, and his eyes were filled with venom, which made everyone feel dwarfed. I don't know who had the courage to yell, "You Even if I say I am Zi Xiu, then I am still the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces of the Ghost Sect..."
Before he could finish his words, his throat had been cut by the plum sword, and blood spattered three feet.
No one could see Fang Zilan's movements clearly, they could only see her raising her sword and lowering it. In the blink of an eye, she had killed one person, but her expression was as indifferent as if nothing happened.
"I killed the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace of the Ghost Sect." Fang Zilan said quietly: "Now the grass on the grave is three feet high."
The more casually she spoke, the more excited everyone was. Earlier, the court had announced that the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace had committed many evil deeds and had been killed by a righteous man. Who would have thought that he was actually killed by Zixiu.
But besides Zixiu, who else in the world can kill the Tenth Palace of Hell by himself?
If you think about it this way, it's very subtle. Did Zixiu kill the Tenth Palace King of Hell because of the order of the imperial court, in the name of a ghost sect master, or because of her own whim?
If it was the order of the imperial court, then did Zixiu come here also on the order of the imperial court? If it's the master of the ghost sect... this is really impossible. After all, the Tenth Palace King of Hell is his right-hand man. Why should he kill the good guy? If Zi Xiu had a whim...then could she be crazy?
"Okay, stop guessing." Fang Zilan looked at the people with colorful expressions with a half-smile, "I won't say anything until your supervisor shows up."
"Who are you in charge of?" someone spat and said, "If you don't speak clearly, no one will be able to see you!"
"It doesn't matter." Fang Zilan glanced at the people in the hall and curled her lips slightly, "When I kill you all, you managers will naturally want to see me."
"You have such a loud tone!" Everyone was angered by Fang Zilan's words. They waved their weapons and were about to rush forward. At the critical moment, a voice sounded from behind the curtain, "Stop."
Those two words, neither warm nor cold, made everyone stop and remain silent.
Built in the heart of the mountain, this spacious hall can accommodate a hundred people, and is illuminated by lights as if it were daytime. It is so quiet at this time that you can hear a needle drop. Only the red curtain hanging on the high platform in front moved with the wind, and this voice came from there.
Fang Zilan raised her eyes and looked over, "It seems that the person in charge can't keep his temper."
"Are you Zixiu?" The male voice behind the curtain was a little deeper. Fang Zilan slowly approached step by step, "It's true."
After a brief silence, a male voice sounded again, "Zixiu, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for someone." Fang Zilan said concisely and concisely, "King of Wheels, I want to know where he is."
"Just now you said that the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces was killed by you." The male voice said meaningfully: "In that case, the King of Wheels is no exception."
"As expected, you know." Fang Zilan unceremoniously opened the curtain with her plum sword, her expression cold, "Stop pretending to be a ghost in front of me..."
She stopped abruptly before she finished speaking, because she knew the face in front of her.
"Why are you here..." Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of him steadily, his expression relaxed a little, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Is it a surprise?" The man in the curtain stood up, "Compared to me, you are more surprising."
"Fang Lihui." Fang Zilan gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know when you became so capable?"
"Lan Mei doesn't know a lot of things." Fang Lihui chuckled, "Just like I don't know that you are Zi Xiu."
Fang Zilan suppressed the surging emotions in her chest one by one. She felt sober and calm as never before, "Feiling Mountain Bandit Leader, what is your relationship?"
"Business partner." Fang Lihui made no secret, and Fang Zilan suddenly felt as if her heart was falling into an ice cave, "You..."
"Sister Lan, are you sure you want to talk to me here?" Fang Lihui waved the folding fan in his hand, looking like the cynical noble man he always was.
The plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand was pointed directly at Fang Lihui, with no intention of taking it back. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never associate Fang Lihui with the bandits, but now that she had seen it, some things had explanations.
"I'm here to pay my respects to you at the top of the mountain. Mr. Fang, you don't have to miss your old feelings. Just follow the rules." Fang Zilan looked solemn, and Fang Lihui said thoughtfully, "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't persuade you much."
"Business partner." Fang Lihui made no secret, and Fang Zilan suddenly felt as if her heart was falling into an ice cave, "You..."
"Sister Lan, are you sure you want to talk to me here?" Fang Lihui waved the folding fan in his hand, looking like the cynical noble man he always was.
The plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand was pointed directly at Fang Lihui, with no intention of taking it back. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never associate Fang Lihui with the bandits, but now that she had seen it, some things had explanations.
"I'm here to pay my respects to you at the top of the mountain. Mr. Fang, you don't have to miss your old feelings. Just follow the rules." Fang Zilan looked solemn, and Fang Lihui said thoughtfully, "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't persuade you much."
The plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand was pointed directly at Fang Lihui, with no intention of taking it back. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never associate Fang Lihui with the bandits, but now that she had seen it, some things had explanations.
"Young Master Fang, there is no need to miss old feelings."
