Song Yunge was practicing swordsmanship, and Zhuo Xiaowan came to the side silently to watch. She had now started practicing the Xiaoyao Sword Technique.

The footsteps sounded, and a young man hurried in, clasped his fists and said, "Uncle Xin!"

"What's the matter?" Xin Buli frowned and looked at him.

This young man looks average and has a medium figure, but his eyes are shining with cold light, which is unignorable.

"Senior Brother Qin Yizhou was killed." The young man said in a deep voice that Dongxingcheng, a hundred miles away from Daluo City."

"Qin Yizhou?" Xin Buli's face changed slightly: "Did Yuntian Palace do it?"

"Yes." The young man nodded slowly: "It is impossible to determine whether the sword technique of Yuntian Palace is done by Yuntian Palace!"

Xin Buli gritted his teeth and said, "What a courage, this is a revenge!"

"Dongxingcheng, uncle, I'll go and have a look." Song Yunge said.

He also wanted to find out whether it was done by Yuntian Palace, or whether someone took the opportunity to make trouble and add fuel to the fire of the two sects.

The more you are at this time, the more you need to be calm.

He wished he could destroy Yuntian Palace, and his murderous intent to Yuntian Palace was the strongest, but he did not let his emotions influence him.

Xin Buli looked at him.

Zhuo Xiaowan said softly: "Let Senior Brother Song go and check it out and find the real murderer."

"You go out now..." Xin Buli hesitated and shook his head: "It's inappropriate."

Song Yunge said: "It's better to have someone protect me."

He was actually worried.

Now Yuntian Palace will kill him soon. Knowing that he will leave the city, he will definitely launch a master of the Knife Realm.

He is by no means an opponent and needs the protection of the sword master.

"Okay!" Xin Buli nodded.

He was actually worried that someone would cause trouble. No matter what, Yuntian Palace had to deal with it, but he could not be fooled by others and killed by using a knife.

"Let's go right away." Xin Buli said in a deep voice.

Song Yunge held his fists and left.

"Out of the city, someone will be able to pick you up." Xin Buli said.

Song Yunge said: "I changed my clothes and left."

I need to change my robe. I wear tights to practice swordsmanship, so I naturally cannot wear them.

He went back to his yard to change into a blue shirt, spread his hair off, covering half of his face, and his pace and momentum suddenly changed, as if he had changed someone.

Even Feng Jin dared not recognize him, let alone others, in his manner.

He now changes his temperament easily, and he takes out a memory at will and replaces it with another person.

After leaving Daluo City, he floated north. One hundred miles was a very short distance for the masters of Tianwai Tian.

He had just left ten miles and turned his head and smiled, "Uncle Luo, it's still you!"

With keen intuition, he could sense the gaze that fell on him was Luo Shiying.

Luo Shiying floated out of the woods and said with a smile: "It's still me, and Nephew Lu."

Lu Shaochong floated out of another place, lightly his head, and then hid in the woods again.

Song Yunge hugged his fists and said nothing, and rushed straight to the road.

Luo Shiying also retreated and hid in the dark.

Song Yunge felt relieved and went down the Tianyin River. It took a while to arrive.

There was no turmoil along the way, and he reached a small city, Dongxingcheng. Although he arrived safely, he was already sweating.

Along the way, several sword marquis' gazes flashed over him, but shrank back.

But he was sure that these sword masters would definitely see him and would doubt him.

But they may have concerns, or they have the intimidation of Luo Shiying and Lu Shaochong and have failed to take action.

After entering Dongxing City, he followed the secret notes of Tianyue Mountain to a wide yard.

Dongxingcheng Street is wide and bustling, far less prosperous than Daluo City, but because it is only a hundred miles away, it is within the radiation range of Daluo City, so it is also contaminated with the atmosphere of prosperity.

People came and went on the streets, and their paces were slowly and calm.

This wide yard is facing the street, with people coming and going in front of the door. When he knocks on the door, pedestrians don’t even look at it.

The door was opened, and a young man in red robe saw that it was him and said, "Junior Brother Song, come in!"

Song Yunge clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Senior Brother Meng."

Meng Chao, a young man in red robe, hugged his fists: "I heard that Junior Brother Song, your qi-seeking technique is awesome, come and have a look."

Meng Chao is not the Four Spirit Guards of Daluo City, but what Song Yunge did so recently has been circulating among the disciples of Tianyue Mountain.

All the disciples of Tianyue Mountain know that Song Yunge's qi-seeing technique is awesome, and he can see resentment and catch the murderer.

Song Yunge turned the screen wall, walked through the blooming flowers, and came to the hall with a faint fragrance of flowers.

Several people were already standing in the hall, all of whom were disciples of Tianyue Mountain. When they saw him coming in, they all looked curiously.

Song Yunge held his fists and bowed to him, and came to a young disciple lying on the ground.

He glanced at the young disciple, and even with his eyes closed, he could still see that his eyes were big and small, and his nose was slightly slanted.

This is Senior Brother Qin Yizhou. He has a bad reputation in Tianyue Mountain, arrogant and rude, and indifferent.

He is also indifferent and keeps people thousands of miles away. Zhuo Xiaowan at least has no arrogance and is well-polite, not like him.

So he has a very poor reputation, but after all, he is a disciple of his fellow disciple and will not make too much trouble. It’s just that others don’t interact with him less.

Song Yunge looked at the resentment condensed in the void.

Meng Chao said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Song, can you catch up with the murderer?"

Song Yunge nodded: "Yes."

"Then let's go!" Meng Chao snorted: "Find out the murderer and avenge Junior Brother Qin!"

Song Yunge glanced at everyone.

"how?"

"Senior Brother Meng, everyone will go together?"

"Of course, the more people the better."

"..." Song Yunge frowned and pondered: "It's better to have fewer people. After the murderer is determined, we will decide how to take revenge."

These Tianyueshan disciples are all sword saints, at least ten years older than him or even twenty years older.

The master of Tianwaitian aging slowly, and he is as good as a young man in his thirties or forties. Song Yunge knew that these senior brothers were older than Feng Jin.

"You mean..." Meng Chao hesitated.

Song Yunge said: "I'm worried that the murderer has been protected by Yuntian Palace, at least it's Daohou."

"...It's right." Meng Chao nodded slowly: "Then let's go, how about it?"

"Don't have the uncle of the Sword Marquis' realm?"

"Uncle Huang Ziyang is here."

"Please ask Uncle Huang to join us."

"...I'll go and ask Uncle Huang for instructions." Meng Chao hurried away.

A moment later, a thin and short middle-aged man followed Meng Chao, sleepy and in a big dream.

He rubbed his eyes and said helplessly: "Disturbating people's sleep, you little guys can really make trouble."

He swept to Song Yunge sleepyly: "Why do you have to find a murderer? Just kill a few disciples of Yuntian Palace."

Song Yunge said: "I'm working on Uncle Huang."

He knew how to deal with Huang Ziyang and could not reason with him, otherwise he would not finish it in three days and three nights.

"Let's go." Huang Ziyang waved his hand: "Hurry up and finish."

Song Yunge hesitated.

"So what's wrong?" Huang Ziyang said angrily: "What's the point of procrastination!"

"Uncle Huang, you are the only one?" Song Yunge said.

"I'm not enough? How many more do I need?" Huang Ziyang laughed.

Song Yunge shook his head: "You are not enough."

"There is only one sword marquis in Yuntian Palace in Dongxingcheng!" Huang Ziyang said: "I am an old enemy."

Song Yunge shook his head: "Uncle Master, I'm afraid I'll be with him a few sword marquises this time."

"...I understand!" Huang Ziyang understood for a moment, and glared at him sleepyly: "Then find two more sword marquis!...I wait."

He turned into a wind and shot out.
Chapter completed!