Chapter 1065

Crazy moon monk, rotten wood Taoist and two Emei experts fought in such a dark way that the rest of the supreme elders were shocked. They ended their retreat and came to mediate.

Even the head of Emei sect, immortal Hai Chan, has moved out.

The common name of the sea toad is Liu haichan. Now he is less than 60 years old. As a martial artist, this age is still the golden age, which can be said to be rich and powerful. However, some Jianghu people in Pingchuan province have noticed that there is also a "haichan Taoist" in Qingcheng sect. They don't know what the relationship between this person and liuhaichan is. They dare to use the same name as the leader of Emei sect.

When Liu haichan appeared, the battle between the crazy moon monk and the old deadwood man ended, which was only ended under the persuasion and joint suppression of many supreme elders.

It's a headache to reason with such a guy as crazy moon monk.

"Two super elders, is this a joke intended to show others our Emei school?" Liu haichan's tone is very bland, but in the bland, it shows a strong majesty, which is the majesty of the master of a sect.

Even these super elders can't help but look awe inspiring.

The crazy moon monk was still a little manic, and shouted, "it's shameless for the old rotten man to eat alone!"

"It's all about pills?" Liu haichan snorted, "it's just for a few elixirs, it's just a joke to make you mess like this. Since you've made this up, you two elder lords, come with me to explain it to the same people in the Jianghu. "

"Account? To whom? " The crazy moon monk and the old deadwood are in a trance at the same time.

"Explain to the Jianghu people who are involved in the business of the city. Now these people are united to ask for help from Emei. It's to talk to this guy and invite him to participate in the next market transaction. We can't refuse this request. " Liu haichan said the problem now.

"United to us?" The old deadwood sneered, "what are these people! How dare you behave in the territory of Emei! "

"These people are really nothing. However, their demands are not excessive, so let's go out and deal with them. " Liu haichan said.

"But the boy is dead!" Crazy moon monk way.

"The man is dead, and the body is still there." Liu haichan said, let's take that pile of minced meat with Qin Lang's clothes.

The group returned to Xianfeng temple again.

Sure enough, a group of people from Pingchuan province are still staying in Xianfeng temple, shouting to meet the sloppy young man selling pills. Among these people, the haichan Taoist of Qingcheng school is among them.

It can be seen that the fight between Qingcheng and Emei has become more and more intense.

"You guys, I just got the unfortunate news that Mr. Zhao, who you care about, has fallen off the cliff."

Liu haichan came to the public and announced the news that Zhao Kan was dead. Hearing the news, these people were naturally excited, and they did not believe that the untidy boy would fall on the cliff himself. There is no doubt that it must be the people of Emei who forced it to death.

"Did Mr. Zhao fall off the cliff himself? Did I hear you right? "

The sea toad Taoist of Qingcheng school sneered, "a martial master, who will fall on the cliff and die by himself?"

Of course, no one will believe that a martial Xuan master will fall down the cliff and die. In the eyes of the public, it should be an alibi of Emei. It is obvious that Emei has forced him to death, but there is no evidence. Moreover, Emei is so strong that the rest of the people dare not to speak up. Only the people of Qingcheng sect dare to challenge him.

"Qin haichan, do you have any evidence for that?" Liu asked his half brother.

Yes, the haichan Taoist of Qingcheng sect is Liu haichan's "brother", but there is a deep resentment between the two sides, so that one joined Qingcheng sect and the other joined Emei sect. Even if both of them are "monks", the hatred in their hearts is not indifferent, but more and more intense.

"What more evidence is needed? Do you dare not admit that Emei forces others to death? Forget it, you won't admit it, but what about the pills on that man? Do you Emei want to swallow it alone? " Qin haichan deserves to be the best of Qingcheng school. He knows that there is no so-called justice in the Jianghu. The reason why we are here to uphold justice for Zhao Kan is just because of the treasure of this slovenly boy. As for the untidy boy's life and death, and how he died, almost no one cares.

"You want the elixir? It's a pity that the man is dead, and none of the elixir remains. " Liu haichan said coldly.

"Is that your answer?" Qin haichan also replied with a sneer, "Emei sect, you really can open your eyes and tell lies! First of all, the boy fell off the cliff and died. Now, he has no pills left. Do you think this is possible? Do you think it's possible! "

"Impossible!"

"Hand over the pills!"

"We want pills!"

"I'll see you!"

“……”

It's not about justice, it's about sharing the spoils.

Qin Lang had already left Emei Mountain and was on his way back to an Rong when these people were making trouble near Xianfeng temple.

For Qin Lang, making money is only the second thing. The key is that he has some intuitive understanding of the Jianghu in Pingchuan province. In a word, he is poor!

Yes, the current Pingchuan provincial Jianghu road is a poor word. No elixir, no elixir, no stone The cultivation of martial arts has basically fallen into an unprecedented downturn. Without resources, it's hard to grow a talent no matter how good it is. Just as a sapling needs to grow, it can't do without fertile soil and sufficient sunshine.

What's more, the poor are not only the scattered people in the Jianghu, the martial arts families, even the Emei and Qingcheng sects. They are also very "poor". They are not short of money, but they lack all kinds of cultivation materials, and these cultivation materials are basically impossible to buy with money. Otherwise, Qin Lang's auction of pills would not be regarded as a black sheep.

In addition, Qin Lang saw that behind Emei school and Qingcheng school, there seemed to be a greater force supporting them, not only Buddhism and Taoism, but also the emergence of practitioners. In Qin Lang's opinion, it's not a good omen that the cultivators are gradually getting involved in the affairs in the Jianghu.

After settling down his thoughts, Qin Lang made a phone call: "please speak to me."

"I'm a water mirror. Who are you?" The voice of a real water mirror was heard on the phone.

"I'm Qin Lang. I went to Xianfeng Temple today. "

"What! ——Find a place to talk? "