MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 6 public trial

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What is the world?

It is the first cluster of bonfires ignited in the wilderness, the most primitive power; it is the martial arts riding on the side of the battlefield to expand the soil, the belief of the king overbearing; it is the civilization of the rivers and villages that the rivers and rivers have nurtured.

The trip to the avenue is also the world.

For the thousand thousand repairers, if you can climb the top of the world, look far and wide, and you will be called the world!

The world is vast, divided into east, west, south, north, and five continents. There are many sects and roads.

Since the sanctification of one person two hundred years ago, only the West Coast is the end of the world, and it deserves the best in the world.

Since then, there has been a saying of ‘one mountain and three factions, Bumen Shuangsi, and Mozhut zodiac’.

Everyone knows that as long as ‘Jian Sheng’ is alive, this pattern is like a rock.

One is enough for the world.

The mountains are continuous, and there are endless miles, and the clouds are vast and vast. The six peaks of the Yadi, the veins of the earth are different. There are some strange and beautiful people, and there are beautiful and beautiful people.

The spiritual repair is headed by Yu Ganfeng, and Wu Xiu is respected by Yu Huafeng.

There is a big event in Yanya Mountain today.

For this matter, the main peak of the Qingfeng and the front of the temple was empty, from the outside of the temple to the square, the black pressure was crowded with people, shoulders and shoulders, looking forward.

Many disciples have gotten up early in the morning, and they have taken up a position.

The disciples wearing the robes of the end of the world have different looks, whispers between them, and they are not afraid to swear.

There are only a handful of people in the temple.

The wide hall almost barely sees the margins, and the five-foot square sapphire bricks are opened, such as a smooth mirror. The top of the temple is wide, and the huge white jade beams and pillars of the twenty-three people are placed on both sides of the main hall, engraved with the relief of the water clouds.

At the end of the hall, there are six pieces of sandalwood chairs.

In the middle of the west, there is an old man who needs to be white, his face is solemn, not angry. Behind him stood a delicate girl in pink.

In the middle east, it is a young man with a cold eye. Standing behind the British woman.

This is the person of Qi Ganfeng and Yan Huafeng.

On both sides, each with two seats, is the peak of the remaining four peaks. Behind him are several pro-disciples.

There are dozens of people standing in the temple. A Jinyi son is deadlocked with ten disciples dressed in the robes of the world.

"The matter has not been investigated clearly. How can there be a conviction?"

"What else to check! I am not enough to prove my experience?!"

Jinyi Gongzi folding fan gently shakes, "Oh, according to the teacher's words, today's head and my master brother, the peaks of the masters, the brothers and sisters of the brothers, are all white, the laborers are so hard, the public trial is nothing but false."

He argued ten times, but he was calm and relaxed. Without a few round trips, he would misunderstand the words that the more than ten disciples said.

The first old man sitting on his shoulders could not help but be a little white-browed.

Somehow, the front of the temple suddenly exclaimed, and all the whispers stopped abruptly.

Among the disciples surrounded by black pressure, they spontaneously gave way.

Several people in the temple also seemed to be aware of it, and they all looked back.

The youth in black robes and white hair step by step. Crossing the wide temple door, the color is cold, and the eyes are full of joy and no sadness.

Everyone sucked in a cold air.

The hall was silent for a while.

Yin Yiyue was surrounded by the road and resisted the impulse of roaring.

See what! Hair color township is not what it is! !

Killing Matthew really needs to be respected! understand! !

"Teacher, your hair..."

When I entered the hall, I was worried about the eyes of Shangliu’s deceit, and I had to explain, “I have nothing to do.” I thought about it and added a sentence, “The sister is not worried.”

...but how can this look be more unreliable!

Listening to an old voice, "Cang Yashan Huafeng four disciples Yin Yi Yue!"

If the bell is empty, the echo is endless.

His heart suddenly condensed, and suddenly he looked up, and he saw the old man in the first seat of the West, his eyes shining straight!

The master of the great ride, even if the pressure of convergence is not revealed, still with a powerful force.

The memory of the original body flashed over and the head was Zhengyangzi.

He is honoring the ceremony, "The disciple is here!"

"On the seventh day of last month, thirty-two disciples testified their appeals. You laid down the murderous defensive slogan in the secret of the purple house. If you want to kill the same door, can you have something to say?"

Yin Yan’s eyes glanced at everyone in the temple.

Although it is a public trial, there is no natural place for people to speak lightly.

In addition to his famous master, the six peaks are there, with their own confidant disciples.

Look or be indifferent or disdain.

There was a young man sitting in his master's position, and his eyes were cold and he could not see the anger. In my mind, I flashed the words ‘Master Brothers’. And the young man standing behind Liu Yu, the deeper the worry between the eyebrows.

Closer to him, there are ten disciples dressed in the robes of the ruins of the world. They are angry and glaring at him, and they are probably the ten representatives of the 32 people who are in dire straits.

As for the well-dressed Jin Yigong, it is still a calm and indifferent appearance. The memory of the original body has not yet reflected his identity.

Yin Yi is more and more flustered, Luo Mingchuan? Where did Luomingchuan go?

Zhengyangzi frowned.

Juvenile indifference, "No."

This is a confession.

This sentence made many people sigh of relief, and even some people snorted.

"What is your motivation? Can you have any difficulties? But be tempted or obeyed by others? These felonys should be abolished, and this life can no longer enter the world, you know?"

Yin Yin is anxious in his heart. The attitude of Zheng Yangzi’s questioning is obviously going to go. His credibility is very low and there is not enough evidence.

That memory is too vague, and he rushed to compile reasons only to be full of loopholes. Now it’s too late to bear the burden of humiliation, and the next policy is to cry and repent.

The Jinyi Gongzi folded the fan and took a few steps. Blocked in front of him.

Yin Yin re-examined this person.

In the solemn and dignified saga, it is really strange. It is a robes of the autumn moon and sea otters, with a brocade jade belt at the waist and a purple gold bead crown.

It is clearly a slightly flashy dress, worn on him, but it is not extravagant, only to feel extravagant.

When the memory flashed, Yin Yin was more dangerous.

In addition to resentment of the protagonist, the original has no extra feelings for others.

In memory, there are only simple terms such as ‘master brothers’ 煜’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

There is actually a fixed word! !

"Speaking, five divisions, Duan Chongxuan."

When did Hua Huafeng have such a strange property!

However, I couldn’t think of the original body and this person did not say a word. Now I am willing to open to help him.

Duan Chongxuan is about to say something, but some people are faster than him.

"And slow!"

The people looked back.

The handsome young man in the plain robes, long hair scatters, looks decisive, and enters the sword.

Inside and outside the temple suddenly rose, boiling against the sky.

"This... Luo brother!"

"How come with a sword... Is it difficult to punish the surname Yin?"

"I don't see this dress."

Zhengyangzi wrinkled his brow. The girl in the powder coat behind her is even more exclaimed.

Yin Yin looked at Luo Mingchuan into the hall and passed him by, not squinting.

Come here! The assist is up to you!

Luo Mingchuan has been walking ten steps away from Zhengyangzi. He has a heavy sigh and a muffled sound on the blue brick.

There is a voice in the opening, "The disciple has something to say!"

Everyone was shocked by this change.

Zhengyangzi suddenly browed.

As a realm to him, he can pry into the sky and even have a keen sense of what is going to happen. He didn't know what Luo Mingchuan wanted to say, but the intuition told him that it was never in control.

Very bad premonition.

Almost without hesitation, he will drink, "Stop! How can you speak!"

Luo Mingchuan smashed a head and was about to speak.

Zhengyangzi Qing dynasty, "forbidden!"

The voice just fell, and the man who was kneeling under the temple suddenly lost his voice.

Yin Yin silently bowed his head.

The protagonist, you are too hard, the reaction is not so intense, you just have to stand up and gently say a few soft words of pleading, take the master who is your pro-son, of course, to buy your face...

Outside the temple is like boiled boiling water, and countless disciples are vying for the probe to look into the temple.

"Hey! How did Luo brothers kneel down!"

"Don't stop, you are blocking me..."

The law enforcement corps of the Shoumen Gate was ruined by the chaos.

Countless pairs of eyes in the temple fell on the head of Zhengyangzi and Luo Mingchuan.

Many people are shocked in the heart, what is the intention of the head, Luo Mingchuan clearly has something to say, is this something else hidden?

Looking at the young man in the first seat of Yan Huafeng, it is still a faceless expression, and the mood is difficult to distinguish.

Zhengyangzi took a deep breath and waved his hand. "The results of the deliberation will be announced tomorrow, and I will give it to you. The peaks and the disciples of the Huafeng are left, and the rest are scattered."

This attitude is obviously to close the door to speak.

The disciples who stood behind the peaks of the peaks retired.

Those who had disputed with Duan Chongxuan looked at Luo Mingchuan, who was in the temple. One person walked out and said, "I am waiting for Luo brother!"

Duan Chongxuan stood back to Jun. Law enforcement disciples dispelled the audience outside the temple, and the wide temple door snorted, sinking and shutting down the two worlds inside and outside the temple.

The noisy outside the temple gradually dispersed. All kinds of speculations are finally silenced.

Yin Yi looked at the past one by one.

What is left now is probably the core of power and strength throughout the world.

However, the protagonist is really popular. Those disciples do not say the head of the letter, or believe in Huafeng, only to believe that Luo Mingchuan, hehe.

The few cheap teachers and brothers of my own are really powerful. No one went out, even the little boy didn’t move... Oh, it seems to be the master of the master’s brother.

Zhengyangzi solved the prohibition order and said, "What do you have to say?"

Luo Mingchuan was in the temple and looked back.

The sapphire bricks reflect the tall and straight figure of the teenager. The thin lips are slightly sloppy and the white hair is cold.

These days of troublesome moods are inexplicably calm.

Regardless of the outcome, he knew he would not regret it.

Everyone in the temple heard a loud voice,

"The disciple is willing to be punished for Yin Shidi!"