If she had not arrived at the cave in time, she would have taken them.

These excellent disciples of Zixiao Pavilion will all die miserably.

"This man is really hateful. He must pay for his life."

After making up her mind, Yan Lingfei's eyes flashed a cold light and said, "this time, the first-class clan of the 17th CPC National Congress gathered in Xifeng City to fight against the third Hall of the cult. I suspect you were sent by the third Hall of the cult."

Mu Yu shook his head. The woman had no reason at all. She said: "whatever you like, but I advise you to investigate the people around you first, especially the" proud son of heaven ". The black fog he just used is the underworld poison of the ten thousand poison hall."

Mu Yu's eyes looked at Xi Luohui, who had just got up and was still seriously injured.

Xi Luohui's face suddenly changed, but his face was bloodstained, and his change was not noticed.

"The underworld is insidious?" Yan Lingfei snorted coldly and said, "I've never heard of this poison. How do you know? When you slander, you just want to alienate us. You are not a member of the third Hall of the cult? "

Seeing that Yan Lingfei didn't believe Mu Yu's words, Xi Luohui was relieved.

The secret he has hidden for many years is discovered by Mu Yu, but he can't kill Mu Yu, so at the moment, he hopes Yan Lingfei can deal with Mu Yu.

Xia Qingxue was very worried and said, "uncle, he is not a member of the third Hall of the cult. He is a disciple of wuliangzong."

Hearing that Xia Qingxue was still explaining to Mu Yu, Xi Luohui was angry again and said: "uncle, younger martial sister, she has already been confused by the thief boy. What she said now is totally untrustworthy."

"You..." Xi Luohui's shameless appearance makes Xia Qingxue feel angry. Then he looks at Mu Yu in a twinkling of an eye and says in a soft voice, "take out your sect token, so that you can clear your innocence."

Mu Yu snorted coldly and said, "no, I've been acting all my life. Why should I explain to others?"

"Alas." Xia Qingxue sighs helplessly. Mu Yu is too stubborn, and she doesn't move.

"I don't think you can take it out." Xi Luohui couldn't help sneering and said, "martial uncle, he pretended to be a disciple of wuliangzong in front of his younger martial sister. Combined with his previous despicable deeds, he has been confirmed to be a man of the third Hall of the cult."

"Now you have nothing to say." Yan Lingfei stares at Mu Yu coldly.

At this time, a female disciple of Zixiao Pavilion hesitated and said, "martial uncle, there are several wuliangzong disciples who are just nearby. Why don't you call them over and ask them, so that the matter can be understood."

This female disciple was just impressed by Mu Yu's heroism, and she didn't want Mu Yu to die under his martial uncle.

"It's so obvious. Why bother?"

Hearing that someone stopped him again, Xi Luohui could not help but feel upset. He looked at the female disciple with a sense of killing in his eyes. He was so scared that the female disciple did not dare to look at him.

Xia Qingxue said: "martial uncle, we Zixiao Pavilion and wuliangzong share the same spirit. We are the leaders of the right way in the south of heaven. We must not kill one person by mistake and cause the contradiction between the two major schools."

After thinking for a moment, Yan Lingfei nodded slightly, looked at Mu Yu and said, "OK, I'll give you one last chance to die convinced. Tingting, please go and invite the wuliangzong disciples over."

"Yes." The female disciple Tingting left immediately.

A moment later, Tingting invited several wuliangzong disciples.

It's Zhao Wuqi and some of his party members.