At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The young master was very happy.

"Yes! Please give me an explanation, Young Master!" As soon as Wuwei finished speaking, the crowd was boiling again.

"Oh?" Wuxin raised his eyebrows slightly, then he pushed aside the Tianwaitian members in front of him and walked around the coffin.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped the material of the coffin, then touched his chin, frowning: "It is made of superior black wood, Renwairen is really a big hand."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was angry.

Is this the attitude of the young master towards them? He is so contemptuous that he simply doesn't take them seriously.

Doesn't he think he is the leader? Without their recognition, what kind of shit leader are you!

Facing the accusations of the crowd, Wuxin shook his head calmly, with a look of regret: "You have wronged me, because I really don't know who is in it."

Wuwei snorted coldly: "Young Sect Master, don't pretend now, the leaders of Tiangang and Disha are in it."

Wuxin said, with a smile on his face, and looked at him with interest.

Facing Wuxin's playful smile, Wuwei felt a nameless anger in his heart.

This frivolous look made him feel insulted. Who in the current Demon Sect dared to look at him with such eyes.

"Young Sect Master, you are too disrespectful to everyone, right?"

Wuwei suppressed his anger and spoke calmly and indifferently.

He knew that now was not the time to argue with him, because there were more important things to deal with now.

And he believed that as long as he handled this matter well, the Young Sect Master's dignity would be damaged, and as long as the people in the sect had no feelings for the Young Sect Master, his chance would come.

Seeing that the emotions were almost brewing, Wuwei shook his head slowly and sighed hypocritically: "Brothers in the sect!"

"The Demon Sect has always been at peace for twelve years. Although there are occasional frictions on weekdays, such a blatant assassination of the master of the power is unprecedented."

"And what's more coincidental is that this happened just after the young sect leader returned to the sect!"

"All this is really incredible..."

As soon as this was said, someone immediately echoed: "Elder Wuwei, just Stop making riddles. It's obvious that the young master can't tolerate us and wants to reorganize the power of the sect!"

"Yes, that's right! The leader was domineering and independent back then, doing whatever he wanted without considering the sect at all."

"The affairs of the Demon Sect are no longer decided by the young master."

"Yes, although we are willing to follow the young master to revive the Demon Sect, if the young master acts alone like the leader, we will not agree!"

The crowd gradually lost control. Wuwei saw this and a smile of success appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This group of idiots! What do they know!" The murderous intent flashed in Ziyi Hou's eyes.

If the young master hadn't repeatedly told him, he would have joined forces with Baifa to deal with all these idiots who didn't know the truth and were still barking like dogs.

"Senior Wuwei, do you mean to think... that I sent people to kill the three backbones of the sect?" Wuxin stepped forward.

He seemed to have guessed Wuwei's intention long ago, and his expression was extremely calm, as if everything was under control.

Wuwei remained calm, but he was a little flustered in his heart.

At this point, why can the young master still maintain such an attitude?

Is he pretending to be calm?

"As everyone knows, the two of Wuji Wushuo have the power of a master of the Battle Heaven Realm when they join forces. There are only a handful of people in the entire Demon Sect who can beat them, let alone kill them."

"And who else in the sect can kill the three top masters of the Demon Sect in a short period of time except the two guardians?"

As Wuwei finished speaking, the surroundings were instantly silent. The people who were led by the nose could no longer hold their temper and asked Wuxin for an explanation.

"Why can't you be the one who killed the three backbones of the sect?" Wuxin raised the corner of his mouth, looking harmless.

A pair of deep purple eyes stared at Wuwei, with a little cold light flashing in his eyes, as sharp as a blade.

Wuwei's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"What do you mean, Young Sect Master? If I heard correctly, you mean Elder Wuwei did it?"

"Idiot! What is the reason for Elder Wuwei to do this?"

"Should we believe Elder Wuwei who has lived in the Demon Sect for decades, or should we believe the Young Sect Master who was kidnapped to the Central Plains for twelve years? The result is obvious."

"That's right, the strength of the three elders in the sect is obvious to all. Who can kill them except the two guardians?"

"In my opinion! Young Sect Master summoned a few elders,

The negotiation failed in the end. It was because the young master could not tolerate them!"

Everyone was talking about it. Their words were heartbreaking and sharp.

In general, they did not believe the young master who had returned to the Demon Sect, but preferred to believe the elder Wuwei who had lived outside the domain for many years.

Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Wuxin assured everyone that he would find the real culprit as soon as possible.

Of course, everyone did not believe this until they saw the three people who were supposed to be dead coming out of the city gate.

Wujiu obviously had not walked out of the shadow of death. He touched his neck and found it was intact.

"How could it be... Am I not already... dead?"

The real breath and touch of death just now made him not believe it was an illusion.

Not to mention him, Wushu even scratched his lips and bled, looking at Wuwei wearing an evil ghost mask with a face full of anger.

The soul shook his head frantically, and the head was still intact on his head.

"This... this! "Wuwei pointed at the three people who were supposed to be dead, and was shocked and incoherent.

"Elder Wuwei, what's going on?" Everyone was in an uproar, and they all focused their eyes on him.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Wuwei shook his head, then jumped lightly and jumped in front of the black coffin.

He slapped the black coffin away with a palm, and the three people who were supposed to lie in the black coffin turned into three assassins in black clothes.

And he knew these three assassins, who were among the hundreds of assassins he had sent to kill the young master before.

Wuwei was furious and smashed the black coffin with a palm.

Wuxin shook his head with some heartache, and said with regret: "Why did you break it? The black wood is priceless. I think he will be very happy to give the black coffin to Xiao Se."

"What did you do to me!" Wuwei's eyes were red, like a mad beast.