The people on the ground were silent, and bright red blood flowed from their heads, and it was shocking to see the ground in less than a moment. Zhu Yao has lived for 28 years, and this is the first time he has seen such a bloody scene with his own eyes, and the person in the pool of blood is actually only a ten-year-old child.
"Zhao Xiaopang!" Wang Xiaobao was the first to recognize the person on the ground and exclaimed. Only then did Zhu Yao recover from the shock and cover Wang Xuzhi's eyes. The little boy struggled a few times, and plunged into her arms without making a sound, as if he was frightened.
Zhu Yao was also afraid, as he recalled that the one on the ground was the little fat man he saw when he went to collect the identity token that day. Unexpectedly, after only a month of effort, he collapsed in front of him and lost his breath. Looking up inadvertently, I saw another child standing ten paces away, also a familiar face, the little beggar with dual spiritual roots that day. At this time, he stared at Zhao Xiaopang, who had been silent on the ground with wide eyes and panting. His eyes were full of unresolved malice. The key was that he was holding a long sword in his hand, and there was still blood on the sword. What he did just now, it doesn't matter.
The sound here has attracted the attention of many people, and many disciples have already approached here.
"Bold, dare to kill the same sect." Du Yuanchen was the first to react, leaping to Xiaoyi and kicking off the long sword in his hand. He summoned his own flying sword, restrained him, and turned to the disciple who ran over and instructed, "Go and inform the master."
Xiaoyi did not resist, or was unable to resist, and was easily crushed to the ground by Du Yuanchen. A pair of clear eyes still flashed unyielding.
More and more disciples gathered around and began to whisper to the scene. Appearing in such a scene, Zhu Yao was also a little flustered, and only tightly covered Wang Xuzhi's eyes to prevent him from seeing.
"What's so noisy!" A loud voice sounded, like an echo from the sky. A white shadow flew from the main hall, it was Qiu Gu's head Zimu, and the scene that was a little noisy just now became quiet.
Zi Mu's eyes swept across Zhao Xiaopang on the ground, his expression stunned, he squatted down to check, waved his hand and squeezed a tactic, and instantly a light curtain covered the bloody man on the ground. The head that was bleeding just now stopped immediately, and the wound was healing at a speed invisible to the naked eye. After the light curtain dissipated, feed the other party something to eat. Halfway through the meeting, the child regained his breath before turning his head and questioning the people around him.
"The cultivation base is gone, who is so vicious." He knew this injured child, the son of Yuan Xiu, the eldest disciple of Qifeng Ziyuan, and heard that he was a good person, how could he be hurt so much.
"Report to Master." Du Yuanchen pulled up the person beside him, "It's this person."
Zi Mu looked at Du Yuanchen, his eyes fell on the child in his hand, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "what happened?"
Du Yuanchen bowed to Zimu and continued, "I passed by here with my junior brother and sister Zhu, and I happened to see this person shot and seriously injured junior brother Zhao."
Zi Mu turned around and looked at Zhu Yao, who was holding Wang Xuzhi, and was stunned for a while. Little Shishu, why is she here! Could it be... Zi Mu conditioned reflexively to hold his storage bag tightly, and glanced around, he was relieved until he didn't see the person exuding cold air all over his body. Fortunately, my uncle did not come.
He coughed in disguise, and then instructed a disciple next to him: "Go to Qifeng and inform Master Ziyuan, and Yuan Xiu to come to the hall." He glanced at Du Yuanchen, and then hesitantly glanced at Zhu Yao: "You... Follow me to the hall."
After talking about holding the child in his arms, Yu Jian went to the main peak. As a witness, Zhu Yao had to follow Du Yuanchen and the child named Xiaoyi to the main peak through a teleportation formation.
It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the main hall that Zhu Yao remembered to let go of the hand that was covering the eyes of Little Wang. It was rare that Little Wang did not lose his temper this time, maybe because he was frightened by the scene just now. Unconsciously, she grabbed the corner of her shirt.
Zhu Yao looked a little soft-hearted. The scene just now shocked even an adult like her, let alone a child, and touched his little head: "Don't be afraid, there is a sister!"
Wang Xuzhi was stunned for a moment, looked up at her, nodded after a while, and then shook his head again.
Zhu Yao sighed, took his hand and walked into the hall.
In addition to Zi Mu, there are two other people in the hall. One is a little older and has a strong aura. It should be the master of Qifeng, Zi Yuan, and there is another person standing behind him, presumably Gang Na Zhao. Xiaopang's father, Zhao Yuanxiu. The little fat man is gone, and it is estimated that he has been sent to the body.
Du Yuanchen, who was one step earlier than them, had already recounted what had just happened. And Xiaoyi didn't know what spell was cast, and was tied to the side by circles of glowing ropes.
Zi Mu's face was a little dignified, and her brows were deep and trivial, as if she was considering how to deal with it.
"Ignoring the righteousness of the same family, you are so ruthless when you are young, and you must be severely punished." Zhao Yuanxiu on the side couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes stared fiercely at the kid who was bound on the ground, "Please master the master for my son. Justice."
Zi Mu raised his hand to signal him not to rush, and took a few steps forward to look at Xiao Yi, who was covered in wounds and asked, "Tell me, why do you want to use this heavy hand?"
With a stubborn look on his face, Xiaoyi kid just replied word by word: "He, live, deserve it!"
Yuan Xiu was so angry that he rushed out: "You still don't want to repent. What do you see as the rules of the door?"
Xiaoyi snorted coldly and retorted, "When did your son care about passing the rules again, bullying his peers, and bullying others with a stick, I beat him to do justice for the sky, and I only regret that I beat him lightly."
"You!" Yuan Xiu was so angry that he was about to start. But he was stopped by his master Ziyuan.
Zi Yuan just glanced coldly at the child on the ground, then turned to Zi Mu and said, "Senior brother, the facts are now clear.
"Junior Brother Ziyuan thinks how to deal with this matter." Zimu asked.
Ziyuan touched her white beard in her eyes, looking casual, but her words were cold, "According to the rules of the house, abolish the cultivation base, remove the spiritual root, and drive out the door."
After the words fell, even everyone present was stunned, and the eyes of Xiaoyi on the ground also revealed a bit of despair, a pair of small hands tightly clasped into the palms, and some bloodstains oozing out. But he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Zi Mu's brows furrowed even deeper. It's easy to say that the cultivation base is abolished, but once the spiritual roots are removed, they will never be able to cultivate immortals. This disciple named Xiaoyi is a good seedling, and it is a pity to be ruined like this, but the face of the junior brother cannot but be given. It was a bit of a dilemma for a while. He glanced around and looked at the person who was holding his little disciple at the door, and his eyes lit up instantly. He bowed respectfully to the door and said respectfully, "I don't know what my uncle has in mind about this matter."
huh? what the hell
Zhu Yao instantly felt like he was hit by a ball.