After such a big event happened, the Bianxi patriarch and the big witch also rushed over.
The picket team in the original ice zone separated the crowd from the arena, and stayed aside for orders.
The warrior who made the earth wall and earth shield let out a sigh of relief, withdrew his abilities and stepped aside.
No one was going to guard against the two people in the arena. With the leader and the priests present, no one was worried that these two people would accidentally injure people in the outer circle.
Yan Mo didn't talk to the eldest son of the Bianxi patriarch, but went straight to the Bianxi patriarch who also just arrived, and said calmly: "Let's make them stop first."
The head of the Bianxi tribe looked at him seriously, and said a word: "Okay."
"Father!" his eldest son, Bian Bao, shouted angrily.
Yan Mo patted Sumen.
As if he didn't hear the eldest son's cry, the head of the Bianxi clan said at the same time as Su Men: "Stop!"
The two people in the field heard their own languages, and they were the people they respect the most, and immediately jumped back together.
The teachers of the college saw that the two were separated, and someone immediately suggested that the students should be dismissed first, and then the Bianxi tribe and the chief priests should move to the conference hall to discuss the matter.
Yan Mo shook his hand, "No, this matter will be settled here." It must be settled in an open and aboveboard manner, without giving anyone the possibility of suspicion!
Hearing this sentence, the teacher who wanted to dismiss the students stopped.
The high platform was suddenly pulled up from the ground, and the relevant people stood on the high platform to ensure that everyone around could see clearly.
When the Bianxi people saw that the bodies of their patriarch, the great witch, the eldest son of the patriarch, and Bian Yue were all left on the high platform, while they were standing under the high platform, they were a little panicked.
The head of the Bianxi tribe shouted loudly, and the Bianxi tribe immediately fell silent, and formed an orderly team in the fastest time.
The crowd in the audience was divided into three parts in a fan shape. On the left were Bianxi people, on the right were students and teachers from Zhanmo Academy, and in the middle were only twenty-two Baijiao people.
Yuan Zhan hugged his lord priest with one hand, and with a wave of his hand, a large number of flames suspended in the air appeared around the high platform and the crowd.
The crowd was commotion, and there were sounds of surprise, and the eyes of the children looking at Yuan Zhan were more dazzling than those flames! The leader is great!
Yuan Zhan felt a fiery gaze coming from nearby, but there were too many people looking at him, and when he looked in that direction, he didn't find anything abnormal.
Because of these flames, the temperature of this area suddenly increased a lot.
Yan Mo patted his hand appreciatively, many students here don't have the ability of divine blood, some people start to shiver after the exciting period.
Seeing that everyone was gradually recovering from the cold, Yan Mo faced the audience and said clearly, "I know that many things have happened in the college during this period, and I wanted to wait until after the war to solve them one by one, but unfortunately some people can't wait. , I am even more afraid that I will free up my hands to deal with him, but I will cause trouble on the second day of the armistice. Very good!"
There was silence below, and many people were wondering who the "he" the priest mentioned was referring to? And some guilty consciences wanted to leave the scene as soon as possible, but when they wanted to move, they realized that the perimeter had been surrounded by pickets.
Yan Mo took Sumen's hand, and formally introduced to everyone: "Sumen, the most noble existence of the Baijiao clan, is also the youngest great witch, he is my disciple, and also the leader of our Jiuyuan and Baijiao clan This time, Zhan Neng and I returned safely from the horned people’s lair in the Western Continent, and the Sumen and the White Horned people helped us a lot.”
Su Men wanted to say that he didn't help him, but Yan Mo pinched his hand.
Sang Ye, who was also standing on the stage, looked at Yan Mo more complicatedly. This person was adding points to Sumen, and even said that the bad was good. As far as he knew, although the Baijiao people were not hostile to them, they were It can never be called friendly, let alone helpful, at most it is a little cooperation.
It was the first time that everyone in the audience heard such a thing. It goes without saying how much the Jiuyuan people respect and love Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan. Aiwu and Wuxia also liked the Sumen and Baijiao people a lot, and some people began to reflect Did they go too far just now
Ye Xing, Sa Yu and Wu Chen didn't really accept Su Men until then.
Seeing that the foreshadowing was effective, Yan Mo continued: "All of you have taken classes and understand that the horned people are divided into three tribes, namely white, red, and black horned. The three tribes of horned people are different from us without horns. People have different tribes, the same root and different tribes. If Huocheng, Kongcheng, etc. jointly attack a certain intelligent race, we Jiuyuan people will go to that intelligent race as guests, but because we are also hornless people, we will be hated by all the intelligent race, and even Murder, would you be willing?"
Everyone compared their hearts to each other, and were immediately stunned. That's right, if something like that happened, they would be so aggrieved that they would be aggrieved to death. At that time, no matter right or wrong, they would fight, right? It is too wronged!
Now people's eyes on Sumen suddenly changed from indifference and hatred to sympathy. Who told you that you also have horns on your head, it's so pitiful!
Sang Ye and the white-horned people: "..."
Yan Mo put his palm on Sumen's head, and said gently: "Many people participated in the battle, so did you see the Baijiao tribe on the battlefield?"
Everyone: It seems that there is really not.
Yan Mo: "Then why do you hate Sumen and his soldiers so much?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Yeah, why do they hate Sumen so much? By the way, it seems that someone has mentioned to him (her) how hateful people with horns are, no matter adults or children, black or white horns, none of them are good things!
When Bian Bao saw that something was wrong, everyone seemed to start to sympathize with Sumen, holding his son's body and shouting angrily: "My lord priest! Even though the white-horned people are different from other horned tribes, they killed my child It is also true! Do you want to cover up the murderer?"
Clan chief Bianxi couldn't stop him, and frowned fiercely.
The great witch Bianxi took a step forward, "Thank you, Lord Priest, for allowing me to join Jiuyuan's temple and elders. Regarding the murder of Bian Yue, I hope to have a trial and conviction according to Jiuyuan's rules."
Yan Mo nodded to the big witch Bianxi, this is a sensible person, knowing that joining Jiuyuan means following Jiuyuan's rules. And the head of the Bianxi clan... Is he really too late to stop his son? It should be said that he hasn't adapted to the change in status, and doesn't believe in the justice of Yan Mo and Jiu Yuan, so he used the mouth of the eldest son to force Yan Mo to give an explanation in public.
Yan Mo didn't intend to demand allegiance from these newcomers immediately. Any trust is based on long-term management, and it is normal for conflicts to occur frequently in a short period of time.
But it shouldn't be so early, and it shouldn't be so bad. If he doesn't handle it properly, not only will it be easy for the Sumen and the Baijiao tribe to separate from him, but the newly joined Bianxi tribe and other forces may no longer trust him as a priest, and even more so. It will cause internal turmoil in Jiuyuan, make Jiuyuan have no time to take care of the outside world, and even delay Jiuyuan's development.
This is no longer killing two birds with one stone, but killing many birds with one stone.
Although simple, it is really effective and spicy!
Thinking of this, Yan Mo hated the spies buried deep in Jiuyuan even more deeply. Even though he knew that they were their own masters, it had completely stepped on his bottom line to attack a child in order to achieve the effect. He would rather kill by mistake. Don't want to let go!
"I won't cover up any murderer." No, he would, if it was a family member he valued, a person he loved, no matter what mistakes the other party made, he would rather teach him a lesson himself than hand him over to others.
"As long as the evidence of the crime is convincing, then everything will be dealt with according to Jiuyuan's rules, even Yuan Zhan and I are no exception!" If his son and apprentice dare to make mistakes, he promises that they will be punished more painfully than death! He will defend his shortcomings, but he will never condone.
Bian Bao yelled: "Okay! The bone arrow on my son's chest is evidence! That is the weapon of the White Horn man, none of us have it! This arrow is still stuck in my son's chest! I demand to kill the White Horn man who shoots the arrow." , and Sumen, who ordered the Baijiao people to hurt people!"
"It's not as long as you ask. Have you memorized Jiuyuan's rules?" It was Yuan Zhan who hadn't spoken much.
"I don't know what the rules are. I only know that killing people pays for their lives! They are murderers, and they are going to die!" Bian Bao stiffened his neck and refused to back down. He must kill the murderer who killed his son today!
"Patriarch Bianxi, may I think your son thinks that the priest and I have dealt unfairly and wants to challenge Jiuyuan's rules?" Yuan Zhan ignored Bian Bao and only asked Patriarch Bianxi.
The head of the Bianxi family told his son to shut up first, then saluted the two of them, and said with grief in his eyes: "We have no intention of challenging the rules of Jiuyuan, but the bone arrow that killed my grandson Bianyue did indeed come from the horned man , we just want to ask, how will the leader and the priest deal with the murderer?"
Yan Mo answered: "Before disposing of it, we need to do one thing first, to judge whether this bone arrow was really shot from the guards of the Sumen. Sumen, you can ask your guards to take the bone arrows that are commonly used Bring it?"
"Yes." Sumen waved to the guards.
The guards were dissatisfied, but all the soldiers with bows and arrows handed over one of the bone arrows they used.
Wu Chen sent those bone arrows to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo asked Bian Bao to bring his son over again.
Patriarch Bianxi, Dawu and Bianbao came together.
Yan Mo lowered his head, and saw the child with closed eyes who was already lifeless. This child looked about the same size as Su Men, a small ball, lying powerlessly in his father's arms.
Yan Mo's heart throbbed suddenly, he thought of Dudu who also died in his arms.
"What are you doing!" Bian Bao backed away holding his son.
Yan Mo's palm was hanging in the air, he was not angry, "How can we compare without pulling out the arrow? Don't worry, I won't make him suffer, let alone destroy his body. Come here!"
Bian Bao's heart was shaken, his inexplicable trust rose, he walked back to Yan Mo again, and raised his arms carefully.
"Put him down." The voice fell, and a large number of weeds emerged from the snow, rose up, and quickly woven into a soft grass bed.
The rich life energy makes weeds not only germinate in winter, but also bloom gorgeous flowers.
Bian Bao was stunned, holding his son in his arms and staring blankly at the grass bed that had just grown.
"Let him go."
Hearing the gentle voice, Bian Bao bent down and slowly put his son on the grass bed full of flowers with a little fear and reverence.
If the son is still alive, seeing such a bed, he must be very happy, right
Bian Bao felt a severe pain in his heart, and the huge man sobbed on the spot.
The head of the Bianxi clan comforted the eldest son's back. Their children were not easy to support, but Bian Yue was so outstanding that everyone agreed that when the child grew up, he would skip the second generation and directly inherit the position of patriarch. the point.
Bian Yue was able to transform between human form and animal form not long after he was born, and he developed the ability of divine blood after he was six years old. Yes, for the Bianxi clan, transformation is the basis, and the ability of gods is recognized only when they appear. Called the Blood Warrior.
Perhaps it is because of too much attention that loss is so painful.
Yan Mo touched the child's forehead, and automatically generated the child's internal scan in his mind.
"Huh?" Yan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
Su Men clenched his lips, his face was pale, and he got farther and farther away from him just now. He knew that a child his age had died, but how could it be the same when he saw it up close
"I killed him, master, I am willing to be punished, I am willing..." Sumen's tears rolled down again, he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it, he didn't want to hurt others at all, let alone such a child.
Self-blame almost killed Sumen.
Sang Ye looked anxiously at Yan Mo, and now she is the only one who can comfort Su Men.
Bian Bao and the others looked at the child and felt very uncomfortable. They didn't want to force such a child, but...!
"Shh." Yan Mo turned his head and smiled at Sumen, "Don't worry, this kid's heart is still warm. It's cold, and the blood he was about to bleed was frozen, and it happened that the arrow blocked the wound again, leaving him A ray of life."
"What?!" The three of Bian Bao were going crazy!
Bian Bao shouted: "My son is still alive? Really? Don't lie to me, sir!"
The head of the Bianxi clan and the big witch also got excited. The big witch stepped forward to check on the child, but his witch power was not in healing, and after a while he couldn't see what was going on, and he didn't dare to pull out the arrow.
What was said on the stage was also heard by people in the audience. As the news spread, the noise became louder.
The people of the Bianxi tribe were all happy. If it wasn't for the order of the patriarch, they would have jumped on the stage to see clearly.
Bian Bao grabbed the edge of the grass bed and shouted to Yan Mo: "My lord priest, my lord Mo Wu, my son, my son..."
"He's still alive." Yan Mo said with certainty.
"Woo!" Bian Bao wailed loudly, with tears and snot running down his face, and he knelt down to Yan Mo with a "plop", "My lord, save him! I beg you to save him! I was wrong just now, it was all me!" Not good! I, I will use my life! Sir, if you are not happy, kill me, please save my son!"
"stand up."
"grown ups!"
"You interrupted my treatment."
Frightened by Bian Bao, the patriarch Bian Xi and the big witch dragged Bian Bao away from Yan Mo's feet as quickly as possible.
Yan Mo ignored them, quickly thinking about the treatment plan in his mind. Originally, he planned to use a soul-returning pill to save the child. He had already thought about how to pretend to be a ghost, but he did not expect that the child would not die, but such an injury, even in his previous life, was only 1% One chance of recovery.
Fortunately, he has more means.