On the top of the Rebirth Cliff, there was a silence, and the Qingling Sect was stunned.

In order to protect the hair, Shen Liuji started to quarrel with the sect leader in Lingxiao Hall, and even reached the point where he resigned from the sect by cutting his robe and Duanyi, which made the sect leader feel relieved.

Today, he cut it off with his own hands and said that he would not bother the Sword Lord again.

These words were spit out from the sound of the infatuated Ye Bingran for ten years, and the impact on everyone was no less than that of the sky and the earth.

Ling Hua let Shen Liu ring into the Sifang Pool in order to teach him a lesson.

I could see that Ye Bingran, the ruthless sword cultivator, as soon as possible, and I didn't care about him at all. Isn't it just to put the sinking sound on the fire?

He wanted his friend to feel pain and be more awake, but he didn't expect that the sound of the sinking sound would cut off his black hair directly, and he would do it neatly and neatly!

Ling Hua was so excited that his fingers trembled.

The sound of the sinking sound stood high, the thin snow fell on his shoulders, and the wind blew his hair into a mess. He stroked his fingertips across the corner of his mouth, wiped some blood, and walked down from above the Sifang Pool.

"Do you need to support me?" Ling Yue stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

Chen Liuxiang's face was pale and looked bloodless. Only the blood-stained lips were magnificently red. Ling Yue was close to him, and he felt his breathing was unstable and his spiritual energy was very disordered.

How could it be completely fine when entering the Sifang Pool? He is holding on forcing himself to the present situation.

The sinking sound clasped the hilt of the sword: "No need."

He was half pretending, half true, and the wounds that were swaying on his body were bleeding, causing his whole body to tremble and he could hardly stand firm.

But you can't let others touch him, as the soul-protecting clothes are on your body, you will be noticed.

The sunken eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his hand, pointing his index finger at a boy through the crowd, "Come here to help me."

The sight from all directions came in an instant.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes, unable to see the emotions in his eyes, but his tone was quite stiff: "Yes, Master."

The God-Rewarding Art was over, and Ye Bingran had no reason to stay. What's more, besides sinking sound, he was the one who attracted the most attention here.

Some people couldn't wait to see his expression.

I wondered how he reacted after the movement of the sinking sound.

They were all boring people. Ye Bingran threw his sleeves and wanted to take the disciples in the sect to leave.

At this time, someone called him: "Sword Master, wait."

Shen Liuji leaned halfway on his apprentice, cheered up and said loudly: "I have received the punishment, it's your turn next."

Ye Bingran frowned, and the disciples of the Sword Sect behind him were the first to boil.

"Why should the Sword Master be punished? What crime is there?"

"Just saying that I won't bother with Sword Lord, I can't control it anymore. It's ridiculous that the dignified Immortal Lord will go back on his word!"

Chen Liuying didn't explain much, but just looked at Ling Yue: "Open the scroll in your hand."

Ling Yue frowned and realized something.

The God-Resistance Art is a forbidden technique in the sect, and it is protected by its own secret technique. Except for the sect leader who can open the scroll, the rest of those who want to observe can only forcefully break this technique based on their cultivation level.

At this time, he flipped his fingers and opened the scroll easily. It was obvious that someone had broken the secret technique and read the God-Rewarding Technique!

"What's going on?"

Ling Hua's face also changed slightly, and his eyes were sharply looking at Ye Bingran, "Didn't the sword master say he hasn't moved."

Ye Bingran looked surprised: "I have never opened it."

When the disciples heard this, they immediately fought back: "Don't splash dirty water on your Qingling Sect, it must have been opened by Xianjun Chen without authorization. Now I'm here to slander our Sword Lord."

"Why do you say that it was opened by the Sword Lord? Don't swear to others!"

Ling Hua's gaze fell on Shen Liuqiu again. The God-Reigning Art is a forbidden technique to control people's minds, and being read is not a trivial matter.

"The scroll is not what I read, and someone can testify,"

The wound was as painful as fire, and the sound of the slump and frowned, the fingers that grabbed Zhou Xuanlan tightened, but the face was a bit fierce.

"Sword Master, why not talk about it."

Everyone looked at each other, and Ye Bingran closed his eyes slightly, and was silent for a while. "When King Chen gave it to me, he specially told me about the secret technique. The scroll was intact at that time, and the secret technique was still there."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.

The scroll was only passed by the hands of Chen Xianjun and Ye Jianzun. If it were not opened by Chen Xianjun, then there would be only...

"Impossible, Sword Master is not such a slut. Besides, if you really have the intention to observe, why should you send him back to Qingling? Wouldn't you fall into the trap yourself?"

"Is it possible that the Sword Lord is covering up with the Immortal Lord Chen?"

"...It's better to make me believe that Ye Jianzun's secretly peeping forbidden art."

Ling Yue walked to Ye Bingran with a serious face: "This matter is not a trivial matter. I hope the sword master will explain it clearly. Have you ever borrowed the God-Rewarding Art to others?"

The sinking sound narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was curious about how Ye Bingran would answer, and no one in the book exposed the matter, so Ye Bingran briefly asked Su Baiche to keep the scroll.

"...never." Ye Bingran replied.

The sinking sounded and smiled.

This is the treatment the protagonist Su Baiche should have, and can make a person who never lie break the precepts for it.

He turned to look at his apprentice: "If someone makes a mistake, will you protect him?"

Being leaned tilted, Zhou Xuanlan still stood straight and replied after hearing this: "If you are wrong, you should be punished, no matter who it is."

Chen Liuxiang didn't believe it: "What if that person is Su Zhenren?"

Zhou Xuanlan looked at him inexplicably: "Disciple doesn't know how Su Zhenren is different from others."

Su Zhenren is approachable and is very good at disciples in the sect, but he has no personal relationship with him.

Shen Liuyun shook his head with an unfathomable face.

Still young.

If you grow up a little longer, others will be anxious and red-eyed when they encounter Su Baiche!

Ling Yue frowned and looked at Ling Hua Xianjun.

Since Ye Bingran couldn't tell anyone else, he had to take on this responsibility regardless of whether he had read the forbidden technique.

The question is, how to punish.

After all, Ye Bingran is the famous Beilun Sword Master in the world. If the punishment is too great, Beilun will definitely not give up. The punishment is too easy. It is said that people in the world think that Qingling is afraid of the Sword Sect.

"Use the awakening whip, a whip shocks the sky and makes ghosts cry, and its reputation is loud enough," Ling Hua remembered something, "The whip holder can control the power of the period, and then the punishment of Ye Bingran will be lighter."

Ling Yue nodded: "Still, who will hold the whip?"

Ye Bingran is a disciple of Jianzhen Taoist, and Beilun Sword Master, so naturally he cannot be free of punishment, and his identity must be comparable to that of him.

Ling Hua: "I'll do it."

Although his master is not as good as the Taoist Jian Zhen, he has at least taken the position of the Immortal Lord, and he is the one who can barely take action.

Ye Bingran voluntarily received punishment.

The disciples in the sect had no choice but to look at the culprit hatefully.

It must be this person who used a treacherous plan to frame the sword master!

"It is rumored that as soon as the awakening whip fell, the Nascent Soul monks were all covered in skin and flesh. Even though the Sword Lord was one step away from the God Transformation Realm, I was afraid he couldn't stand it."

"Fortunately, the one who holds the whip is not Elder Ling Yue. I heard that he is a cruel and ruthless person."

"Can you have some knowledge? The Immortal Lord Linghua is even more terrifying! Seven Killings and Seven Seven Seven Solds Demon Meng Yue, and they made the demon princess crazy. Isn't the method cruel enough?"

"In this way, isn't Sword Master..."

The cold wind on the top of the cliff is getting stronger, and the falling snow circles and flies.

The sound of the sinking sound was trembling coldly, and found that Zhou Xuanlan was emitting heat all over his body, so he couldn't help but get up and get together.

Like an octopus, it was slapped on the apprentice.

"Master is so hurtful." Zhou Xuanlan grabbed the hand on his shoulder.

Throw away.

Shen Liuyue persevered and climbed up again, his voice trembled: "I'm cold, my wound hurts again, and I can't stand steadily... Really, I'm almost out of my way. Let me lean on for a while, or I'll fall down!"

Zhou Xuanlan turned his head and looked at his head resting on his shoulders.

Like the delicate eyebrows and eyes in the painting, the expression is very sluggish, the face is bloodless, and the lips are trembling slightly.

“…”

Judging from its appearance, it seems that it is really impossible.

Forget it, it's harmless.

The apprentice did not stop him anymore. He was happy and cheered up, and changed his posture and leaned comfortably.
To be continued...