The Dragon from Hell

The elder of Wangya Mountain is called Cheng Wangyuan, and the disciples respectfully call him Cheng Lao.

He is not only the master of Wangya Mountain, but also the one with the longest seniority in Wangya Mountain.

When An Jingfu was still a disciple of Wangya Mountain, he would always respectfully call Cheng Lao "Master Uncle" when he saw him.

So now that Cheng Wangyuan showed up in person, even An Jingfu lowered his posture a little.

"Cheng Lao, this boy is just an ordinary person. Although I don't know why he hurt people, how can the broken arm not be repaired?" An Jingfu politely supported Cheng Lao's arm and followed him to Feng Xin: "Let me take a look."

An Jingfu's eyes fell on Feng Xin's broken arm.

Judging from the broken end, the arm was cut off very neatly, and it should have been cut off directly by a very sharp weapon.

His eyes condensed.

Feng Xin was a disciple from Wangya Mountain. Even if he underestimated a mortal or was ambushed, he should not have his arm cut off so easily.

The cut of the broken arm showed no trace of struggle at all, just like a hot knife cutting tofu, there was no room for resistance at all.

He couldn't help but glance at Qin Feng with his peripheral vision: Is this really what this mortal did?

From the beginning, he didn't have any expectations for this mortal.

It was only because Zhong Mengran found him and made an exchange with him that he would go against the crowd and bring Qin Feng to Wuxiang Sect.

I originally wanted to leave him at the foot of the mountain, and if he failed the test after a year, I would just find an excuse to send him away.

But now it seems that this kid is not simple.

He stretched out his right hand, and the powerful spiritual power surged instantly and fell on the broken end of the letter.

At this time, the wound on his broken end had begun to scab, but this was not a good sign.

Even if the spiritual power is used to connect the arm, the flesh and blood must be alive and stimulated to stimulate vitality before the arm can be connected back.

But now, even if An Jingfu's spiritual power breaks through the blood scab, the flesh and blood at the wound of the letter is still black, and there is no vitality.

No life, which means his arm can't be reattached.

Feng Xin lay on the stretcher, his face pale, looking at An Jingfu with tears in his eyes: "Master, you have to make a decision for me... My hand, my hand is broken, I can never hold a sword again!"

An Jingfu retracted his hand and looked at him solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a fair deal."

The impact of a sword cultivator losing his right hand is naturally huge.

Not to mention holding a sword, the whole person's cultivation will drop a lot, which will have a huge impact on his future ascension.

Because of the incomplete body, it may not be able to withstand the thunder tribulation when crossing the tribulation. Not only will the ascension fail, but it may also die.

In other words, Feng Xin basically has no chance of ascending in this life.

Cheng Wangyuan had a tense face and bowed to An Jingfu: "Master, our Wuxiang Sect was founded thousands of years ago, and Wangya Mountain has always been one of the pillars of the sect. My disciples of Wangya Mountain have always been loyal to the sect. Even in the battle between immortals and demons a thousand years ago, many of my disciples of Wangya Mountain sacrificed."

"And I have been in the sect for a thousand years. I think I am not talented and have no ability to ascend. But my disciples, each of them is the hope of the sect, and each of them has the potential to become a long star in the immortal way."

"But now, my immortal sect was founded to protect the safety and prosperity of mortals, and now my disciples have been injured by a mortal. Master, if you can't uphold justice today, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of the disciples of the sect!"

Before An Jingfu spoke, Cheng Wangyuan had already put him on the spot in a few words, forcing him to make a choice.

Mrs. An stood aside with a cold look, her eyes were cold, and now she didn't need to speak.

She wanted to see how An Jingfu would protect this mortal today.

Did he really think that he didn't know how this mortal got to the mountain just because he made up a lie that Qin Feng defeated Feng Bang?

It was nothing more than for the daughter of that mortal!

As expected, the lowly bloodline was lowly in nature. Not only did he hang out with a mortal, but he also tried to bring a mortal into the immortal gate to stir up trouble.

Dream on!

With Elder Cheng around, An Jingfu naturally couldn't protect anyone, even if he had an agreement with Zhong Mengran.

After all, it was a fact that Qin Feng hurt people, and Feng Xin's arm could not be restored.

If Qin Feng was not driven down the mountain at this time, I'm afraid it would be difficult to convince the public.

An Jingfu frowned and thought for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Gusu Li stood up and said, "Master, I have something to report!"

"Gusu Li." Mrs. An's eyes narrowed when she saw this: "As a disciple of Wuxiang Sect, don't you know that this is not the time for you to speak?"

"According to the rules, I really shouldn't interrupt at this time, but I really don't want to seeInnocent people are wrongly accused!" Gusu Li straightened his back, just like when he was in Mingcang City, some things must be done by someone, and this person can be him, Gusu Li.

Feng Lingshan's senior brother is always so bright and clear.

"Tell me, what's the matter." Seeing Gusu Li standing up, An Jingfu's eyes moved: "Today you are allowed to report directly."

Gusu Li saluted and pointed at Feng Xin and said: "Reply to the sect master, I was also there when Qin Feng and Feng Xin fought."

"Oh?" An Jingfu raised his eyebrows: "Since you were there, why didn't you stop it?"

"Reply to the sect master, redeem the disciple to speak frankly. The situation was urgent at the time. If the disciple was not a disciple of the sect, then it would not be Qin Feng who fought, but the disciple. "

Gu Su Li spoke each word with sonorous force, and concisely and concisely told the story of how Lin Quansheng was recruited to the mountain and was targeted by the Feng family after he refused.

He even repeated the words that Feng Xin threatened Qin Feng that day.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the disciples of Wangya Mountain shouting: "Impossible!"

"My Feng family is one of the nine sects, with a large family and a large business, and disciples all over the Linxian Continent. How could they do such a thing?"

"That's right, who is this Lin Quansheng? I have never heard of such a person in the sect."

"I know, he is just an outer disciple from Xia Sanshan, I haven't heard much about him, and he came to curry favor with me when he came to deliver medicine to us before. Is it worth it for Senior Brother Feng Xin to damage his reputation for such a person? I don't think so."

"Who knows if they made it up to frame Senior Brother Feng Xin? "

After Gusu Li finished speaking, it was obvious that not many people believed him.

After all, it was easy to decide who to choose between a senior with great accomplishments and an unknown outer disciple.

However, no one expected that Gusu Li would take out a jade slip at this time: "Master, you will know whether what I said is true or false at a glance."