Outside Weiyun Sect, there are torches in the sky. Blood flowed down the steps step by step, and a thick smell of blood filled the air.
Feng Ling and others took a deep breath as soon as they stepped out of the door.
The corpses of the eight disciples who died tragically were lying in a pool of blood, strangely arranged into a two-meter large bloody character - "Death"!
The gate is decorated with faces, and the word "death" is placed on the door, which means that death is coming, which means death is imminent!
"Asshole! Who is so arrogant? Could it be that he doesn't even take Ling, an eighth-level senior ghost master, in his eyes?"
Feng Ling was furious, and Whitebeard was trembling with anger. The fake Pan Yuanshi and the spies mixed in among the disciples were all there, and they couldn't tolerate him not being pretentious.
He deliberately bit the eighth-level ghost spirit master very hard, causing nearly a dozen figures in the crowd to tremble slightly.
There are so many!
Feng Ling was shocked, it seemed that he had a plan!
The cool breeze blew, and a sleeve of clothes blew by. Feng Ling secretly screamed, and immediately stretched out her fingers and said angrily: "Hurry up and drag me down!"
Hearing this, several disciples quickly stepped forward, dragged the body away, and washed the ground with water.
"Huh!?" The fake Pan Yuanshi stared at all this secretly, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
Was it seen out?
Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, someone came to disturb the situation!
"Dad! Oh no, my second uncle is missing..."
Ling Chi and Ling Han passed by the early morning residence and saw that the door was open. When they went in, they found that there was no one in the house!
"Could it be...?" Upon hearing this, everyone with gloomy faces changed their expressions, as if they had thought of something!
"Master~! I have long said not to keep your wild brother, he is not a good thing, and you must not listen! What should I do if this disaster happens!"
The tone is complaining and chattering.
"Shut up, I!"
Feng Ling shouted angrily at the fake Pan Yuan who opened her mouth, otherwise, looking at her posture, she would have made you deaf.
"Hmph~!" The fake Pan Yuanshi bit her lip and lowered her head to shut up. A trace of imperceptible sinisterness flashed in the old woman's pupils, but Feng Ling, who had been paying close attention, saw it clearly.
"Sect Master! It must be the elder Chen Qing, please make a decision!"
"Yes, Dad! My second uncle has been a member of the Dead Leaf Sect for a long time, so there is no guarantee that he won't covet our sect's secrets on ghost skills!"
Everyone spoke one after another, Feng Ling's face was gloomy, and his expression kept flickering.
Hum~! Then I will give you a trick and let your guard down first.
Weiyun Sect, Dead Leaf Sect and Heishui Sect are geographically in the shape of a right triangle. They are only a few dozen miles apart from each other. At the speed of Elder Chen and others, a round trip can take no more than five hours. It is already past half hour. By the time the sun rises, we can completely break up the counterattack!
"All the disciples listened to the order and immediately sealed off a kilometer radius. Search carefully for the whereabouts of the thief brother! Not a single plant or tree will be spared... inform me as soon as possible after discovery."
Suddenly, shouts of death shook the sky, and clusters of torches scattered around, vowing to catch the thief in the early morning! In an instant, everyone was gone.
"Suddenly, it's so dangerous!"
"It seems that the aura of the eighth-level ghost spirit body alone cannot convince the evil spirit master. She has already begun to doubt me!"
Feng Ling smiled bitterly. It seemed that he would have to sort out the memories of the two lives again next time. Otherwise, he could not guarantee that the other party would be able to keep his composure if such a situation were to easily reveal itself again.
They returned to the lobby and closed their eyes to rest. Hours passed in a flash. When a ray of sunshine shone on Feng Ling's old face, everyone finally came back with their tired bodies, and their faces were all full of decadence.
"Sect Master~! We didn't even let go of the ants on the ground, but we still couldn't find any trace of the thief. It's like we hit a ghost. Please punish me, Sect Master!"
This person is Xue Jiu, Ling Weiyun's eldest disciple. He is in his forties and has reached the sixth level of cultivation!
Most of the more than fifty disciples who knelt to receive the punishment were in the third or fourth rank, and there were two in the fifth rank. They were Ling Weiyun's two good-for-nothing sons.
"Hmph~! It would be weird if you could find him. Get up and leave! Follow me to hold a banquet outside the sect later. I have a hunch that there will be distinguished guests coming!"
Feng Ling sneered in her heart, if you guys find her, it will be called a ghost.
"yes!"
Although everyone was puzzled, they still got up and left respectfully. They also needed to rest for a while.
Hongmen Banquet!
A familiar allusion flashed through Feng Ling's mind. This situation was so similar.
It's just that he, the Liu Bang actor, is the master, and he is holding a banquet waiting for the overlord to show up! And the elder in the morning is Fan Kuai...
He quickly stood up and walked towards the outside of the sect. Facing the bright morning sun, a white-haired old man slowly began to box. As the speed continued to increase, an indescribable charm filled the air.
"Look~! The sect leader is practicing boxing! The first set of boxing techniques is so fierce!"
"It's the gravel fist! The sect leader's gravel fist has actually reached this level!"
"What is the endless soft boxing technique? Is it a new creation of the sect master?"
Several diligent disciples who got up early to sweep the mountain were talking about it, looking at the figure that was sometimes strong and sometimes soft, their eyes full of reverence.
When you reach the advanced level of a ghost spirit master, you can create your own ghost skills and moves based on your own conditions.
"That's called Tai Chi!"
Suddenly~! After exhaling a breath and wiping away the sweat stains on his forehead, Feng Ling smiled kindly at the disciples.
After alternating between gravel boxing and Tai Chi three times in a row, Feng Ling didn't use any ghost power. He carefully sensed the rhythm of every muscle and bone in his body. Although he was sweating, he felt more energetic!
He couldn't help but sigh at the profoundness of the ancient Chinese culture in his previous life!
"Sect Master, forgive me! The disciples did not intend to disturb the Sect Master's boxing practice!"
These disciples were no more than twenty years old, and their cultivation level was only at Level 3. Seeing Feng Ling stop and look, he immediately panicked, threw down his broom and knelt down to apologize.
Children with pure and good character can be taught!
Feng Ling looked at the three people kneeling with their heads down, and couldn't help but praise them in her heart.
God rewards hard work! When leading a disciple, you are not afraid of being stupid, but you are afraid of not being diligent; if you are not afraid of mediocrity, you are afraid of having bad intentions!
Just when Feng Ling was about to call the three of them, a figure appeared on a hilltop in the distance and came all the way very quickly. The leader was none other than the leader of the Dead Leaf Sect, the Dead Leaf Ape!
Rank seven strong man! Special skill - Dead Leaf Palm!
"You and the three of you should go down the mountain quickly and don't come back again! The sect is in danger of a bloody disaster!"
"Sect Master~...!"
The three of them thought that "Ling Weiyun" was driving them down the mountain in disguise, and they immediately cried out in aggrievedness.
"Get out of here! There's no time to explain."
Feng Ling angrily drove away three of Youyuan's disciples. He really didn't want too many innocent people to be implicated!
In fact, the most important thing is that these three people look pleasing to the eye...
Is it finally starting? Staring absentmindedly at the thirty figures approaching in the distance, Feng Ling thought silently in his heart.
It was a sunny morning, but a dark cloud was faintly hanging over the entire Weiyun Sect!
Feng Ling never thought of counting on the Dead Leaf Sect, he just wanted to muddy the muddy water. There are too many uncertainties, which makes it easier for an assassin like me to adapt!
In the hidden courtyard of the back hall...
"Master, don't hesitate any more! Everyone has arranged the arrangements and it's almost time to close the net!"
"Xu Laosan, after all, I am just guessing. I have not found out whether Ling Weiyun has really lost his cultivation level!" An old woman glared at the masked man in front of her, then turned to the leader of a group of men in black. Said: "Master, we'd better be careful!"
"Damn it! Are you afraid of death?"
The masked man shouted angrily, and the old woman's face turned gloomy. The two of them immediately started arguing, shouting and cursing all over the place! In the end, the leader in black frowned and stopped the two of them.
"Heiyan, you are too cautious! I also think the third brother's suggestion is good!"
The old woman bit her lip lightly, her eyes flickering, and she wanted to say something else, but the leader in black reached out to stop her.
"I've been lurking for ten years, it's time to close the net! Is there a banquet...?"
The leader in black looked up to the sky and sighed! Now let everyone disperse to make preparations.
