Windless Canyon, Wanhua Villa.

In a valley behind the mountain, there is a faint sword energy in several monasteries, and occasionally the sound of sharp sword wind breaking through the air.

Dozens of sword disciples in blue uniforms flew into the sky with their swords and flew rapidly around the valley. The sword light occasionally flashed in the sunlight. Combined with the cold expressions of those sword disciples, the cold air made people involuntarily fight.

In a hall, six young men with sharp auras and ugly faces stood beside a square table, with dozens of bloody confessions neatly placed on the table.

"Are you all here?" One of the young men asked in a low voice, gritting their teeth.

"Senior brother, we are all here. Including the confessions of the Hua family maids who served Ye Sha that night, we are all here." Another young man said coldly: "No one can survive the punishment of our Jianmen. In addition, we threatened the lives of their relatives. These maids dare not not tell the truth."

"Senior Brother Jianlin, have you indeed gone to Ye Sha?" A green voice said in a young voice: "Senior Brother Jianlin has nothing to do to get to the ** merchant of the Fantasy Ling Pavilion. Ye Sha's only use is the mountain protection formation created by the Fantasy Ling Pavilion!"

"Han Cuiya!" A young man pointed to a detailed terrain around Wufeng City in the middle of the square table and sighed softly: "Senior Brother Jianlin must have gone to Han Cuiya. We all know that Senior Brother Jianlin's temper is that how could he bear this tone by Hao San's treacherous villain?"

"Hancuiya has not been moving for most half a month!" Another young man said in a deep voice: "I led people to arrest several drug dealers who sell commonly used herbs to Hancuiya on weekdays. For more than half a month, the Hancuiya disciples who are responsible for purchasing commonly used herbs on weekdays have not appeared."

"Is time right?" asked the young man who spoke first.

"It's right. It was the day when Senior Brother Jianlin disappeared that Han Cuiya was no longer moving. Obviously, Senior Brother Jianlin was either trapped in Han Cuiya or something else had happened." A young man said coldly: "In my opinion, Senior Brother Jianlin is probably trapped."

With two crisp sounds of "pa", the young fellow student standing on both sides of the left and right slaps him at the same time.

"Nothing nonsense, who dares to trap Senior Brother Jianlin? Who can trap Senior Brother Jianlin?" A young man who slapped his fellow disciple said frivolously: "In the Falcon Ocean, who doesn't know the reputation of my Jianmen? Even if Senior Brother Jianlin is alone, he will kill a river of blood on Hancuiya, how dare they treat Senior Brother Jianlin?"

He let out a heavy breath, and the young man said worriedly: "If you are afraid, Ye Sha Na made trouble and tricked Senior Brother Jianlin. If the disciples of Han Cuiya who presided over the mountain protection formation fail, they will use the formation to harm Senior Brother Jianlin... we are all in trouble!"

The six young men said nothing, including the young man with slap marks on his face, and the six men fell into death-like silence at the same time.

Luo Jianlin, the core direct lineage of the Jianmen Luo family, and a powerful competitor to the preparation disciples of the next generation of Jianmen, got the sword talisman given by Jianwuliang, and has the right to comprehend the sect's direct lineage of "The Sword Classic of the Heavens"!

These people from the Luo family lineage, as well as foreign disciples who depended on the Luo family lineage, followed Luo Jianlin to the fifth island circle to "make achievements". As a result, they did not make any contribution, but instead lost Luo Jianlin. They were all in great trouble!

The rules of the Jianmen Sect are extremely strict, and the elders in the sect are even more cruel and mean, and they beat and scolded and punished the disciples.

The elders of the sword sect in the Luo family are famous for their narrow-mindedness. Luo Jianlin inherits their narrow-minded temper. Luo Jianlin is the pearl in their hands and the treasure of their heart. Ruo Luo Jianlin really fell on Hancui Cliff...

"Before leaving, the sect has a life, and you must contact the sect once a month!" A young man said in a difficult tone: "There are three days left, which is the day when Senior Brother Jianlin contacts the sect. We have three days left!"

"No matter whether Senior Brother Jianlin is alive or dead... I have to see people in life and death!" The young man gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Whether it is Hao San, Ye Sha, or the master of Han Cuiya... as long as someone related to Senior Brother Jianlin's disappearance..."

"Use any means!" The young man pressed his hands on the square table, and wisps of sword energy spurted out from his ten fingers, piercing countless dense small holes into the square table made of iron willow wood.

A very thin green light flew in from outside the door. A cold light flashed. A young man who looked extremely talented and smart fell steadily at the door and bowed neatly to the six young men: "Senior brothers, the gate of Hancuiya has opened. Many Hancuiya disciples are walking. You have already set their sights on several important figures."

The six young people suddenly felt excited!

Han Cuiya’s disciple appears? This is a good thing!

Luo Jianlin is missing, and this matter must be investigated clearly, but behind them, there are major forces that are not inferior to the Jianmen.

He went directly with Hao San and Ye Shahuo, and the six young men were not so stupid. If you want to pick up the soft persimmons, Han Cuiya is the best target. Who said Han Cuiya is the biggest target?

Just a Hancui Cliff, so what if there are five major families in Wufeng Canyon?

If Han Cuiyazhen is related to Luo Jianlin's disappearance, hundreds of sword disciples who followed Luo Jianlin to the fifth island circle would not mind washing Han Cuiya with blood.

A light flying boat slowly flew out from Hancui Cliff and flew towards Wufeng City.

Chu Yaya, Li Ling'er, Li Xiu'er, with more than twenty small radish heads from Han Cuiya, chatting and laughing on the flying boat. After not going out for half a month, everyone was so bored that it was rare that Chu Tian adjusted the mountain protection formation of Han Cuiya, and the group rushed to Wufeng City to let go!

Of course, playing is just a matter of course, and Chu Yaya and the others still have serious things to do.

A few days ago, Han Cuiya ordered a large number of commonly used auxiliary medicinal materials from drug dealers in Wufengcheng. It was the day to deliver the goods a few days ago, but there was something wrong with the mountain protection formation. No one could go out, because those drug dealers were waiting in a hurry.

I have to quickly deliver this batch of medicinal materials and pay the payment to others!

"Apricot blossom cake!" A seven or eight-year-old radish with saliva on her head, stood beside Chu Yaya and looked at her without looking at her.

"Radish cake!" Another little radish head grabbed Li Ling'er's sleeve and expressed different opinions: "Senior sister, the radish cake is delicious!"

"Thousand Layer Crisp!" A little girl with a braided braid hugged Li Xiu'er's thighs tightly, and her saliva dripped from her to her pants: "Sister Xiu'er, go to Daohuaxiang to buy Thousand Layer Crisp, and ask them to add more lard!"

More than twenty little radish heads took a sip of water at the same time, and their eyes narrowed into a line.
Chapter completed!