"Ah!"

As the golden dragon shadow disappeared, the old man let out an even more shrill scream.

"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen..."

His screams soon turned into shouts, hoping to use this to spread Xiao Chen's identity.

Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold, he was worried to death, then he had to do it!

Swish.

Xiao Chen held the Xuanyuan knife, came close, and slashed hard.

Dangdang...

After only two or three rounds, under attack from both inside and outside, the old man could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

puff!

The dark golden Xuanyuan knife turned into golden light and pierced into the old man's heart.

"Ah... Xiao..."

The old man's body trembled and his eyes bulged. Just when he opened his mouth to shout, a mouthful of blood gushed out and he could no longer make a sound.

Roar!

A faint dragon roar came from the old man's body.

The evil dragon spirit devoured it crazily, not only the vitality, but also the soul.

"Xiao...Wang..."

The old man's body was trembling, showing fear and despair.

He regretted it.

I regret coming to Wang Pingbei alone because of greed, and even more regret not agreeing to Wang Pingbei just now.

He also didn't expect that Xiao Chen was so powerful that he didn't even give him a chance to fight and directly wounded him severely.

Xiao Chen stepped forward slowly and looked down at the old man with an indifferent gaze.

He bent down, grasped the Xuanyuan knife inserted in the old man's heart, and pulled it out with a sudden force.

As he pulled out the Xuanyuan Saber, a blood arrow shot out, and the old man's body trembled violently and fell heavily to the ground.

The old man was speechless, his eyes became darker and darker, and his movements became smaller and smaller.

Finally... there was no movement.

A head poked its way in.

It's Wang Pingbei.

He still couldn't hold it back, and when he heard that there was no movement in the yard, he looked inside.

He looked at the corpse in the pool of blood, and his heart trembled. Is he dead?

Roar!

A golden light flew out from the old man's corpse and returned to the Xuanyuan Knife.

Xiao Chen put away the Xuanyuan knife and picked up the bone knife next to it.

"If you want to come in, just come in and take a look. After all, it's a master-disciple thing, so I can understand it."

Xiao Chen said without looking back.

"Ah...oh."

Wang Pingbei walked in slowly, his eyes red.

"I killed your master, do you hate me?"

Xiao Chen turned his head, looked at Wang Pingbei, and asked.

"Don't hate."

Wang Pingbei shook his head.

"It was all his own choice...and you saved me again."

"hehe."

Xiao Chen smiled, letting out his spiritual consciousness and sensing outwards.

Although the war ended quickly, it was not certain, so it did not attract anyone's attention.

Especially the law enforcers... They have to leave here before the law enforcers arrive.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain the scene before me.

Wang Pingbei came closer, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three more times.

"It's almost time, we should go."

Xiao Chen said.

"Um."

Wang Pingbei nodded and picked up the broken knife on the ground.

This is his knife and cannot be left at the scene.

"I'm going to use your master's death to make some fuss..."

Xiao Chen picked up a branch and dipped it in blood.

"You...want to write in blood again?"

Wang Pingbei's eyelids jumped when he saw Xiao Chen's movements.

"What do you want to write? You won't write 'The Murderer Qingyunzi', right?"

"Are you stupid? He is the elder of Qingyun Tower, how could he die in Qingyunzi's hands?"

Xiao Chen curled his lips.

"This pot cannot be thrown on Qingyunzi's head."

"Who should I write about? Shengtian Sect? Shengtian Sect is very suitable. Haven't Zhao Cangqiong and the others already determined that Shengtian Sect is in Sifang City?"

Wang Pingbei said again.

"Shengtian Sect is a good choice, but I would rather fight on the second floor."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he took the branch, swiss and swish, and started writing on the ground.

"The murderer...Shanhailou Shanhaijun?"

Wang Pingbei couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the bloody words written by Xiao Chen.

It’s not just that he framed Qingyunzi, he also didn’t let Shanhaijun, who is as famous as Qingyunzi, go?

"Brother Chen, can they believe it when you write about Lord Shanhai?"

"They didn't believe me when I wrote about Qingyunzi."

Xiao Chen threw away the branch.

"Anyway, I wrote it, whether they believe it or not...it will still work if they don't believe it."

"..."

Wang Pingbei stopped talking.

"gone."

Xiao Chen stopped inking and looked around to make sure there were no clues left, then walked out.

Wang Pingbei took a deep look at the corpse in the pool of blood, turned around, and strode to follow.

The relationship between master and disciple is severed!

Not only that, the friendship between him and Qingyun Tower was completely severed!

From today on, he is no longer the genius of Qingyun Tower and has nothing to do with Qingyun Tower!

The two of them left the courtyard, walked around in circles, and then disappeared.

About three or four minutes after the two left, law enforcement officers rushed over.

When they saw the body in a pool of blood, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Elder Qingmo of Qingyun Tower?"

Someone recognized the old man and his expression changed drastically.

"What? He is the elder of Qingyun Tower?"

"Yes, it's Elder Qingmo."

"The murderer, Shanhailou Shanhaijun..."

"Quickly, inform the Lord of the City."

"Also, notify Qingyun Tower!"

"Seal down the scene!"

"..."

The law enforcers took action, they all knew... something big was going on.

The person who died was not an ordinary person, but the elder of Qingyun Tower!
To be continued...