Ye Feng attached a very fine ray of consciousness to the jade pendant, and then flicked it with his finger.
The jade pendant turned into an undetectable stream of light and fell silently into the gutter next to the street.
After doing all this, Ye Feng stood up, threw down a few spiritual stones, and walked down the teahouse leisurely with Xiao Wuhen.
"Is this the end?" Xiao Wuhen was a little confused.
"Just wait and watch the show." Ye Feng smiled mysteriously.
Half an hour later.
Outside the east gate of Linhe City, in a dense forest next to the official road.
A disciple in the transformation stage of Tianjian Villa is leading a team of people to search carefully for something. Suddenly, a message jade talisman in his arms glowed white.
He was refreshed and quickly activated the jade talisman.
"Senior Brother Zhao! Found it! In the smelly ditch in the west of the city, I found Uncle Lin's jade pendant! On it, there is still... the smell of the Ziyang Sect's "Purple Extreme True Fire"!"
"What?!" The young man named Zhao Qian, He was furious, "Ziyang Sect! It's really you hypocrites! Seal the scene immediately and wait for me to come!"
He put away the jade talisman, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and shouted to the disciples behind him: "Everyone, follow me! I have found a clue to the murderer!"
A group of people rushed towards the west of the city in a mighty manner.
As soon as they walked forward, two figures quietly emerged from the depths of the dense forest they had just searched. It was Ye Feng and Xiao Wuhen.
"How high!" Xiao Wuhen was amazed when he saw it. "You deliberately threw the jade pendant in the city and imitated the aura of 'Purple Extreme True Fire', just to be discovered by Tianji Pavilion or other people who are good at tracking. Once they find out, whether it is for the reward or for If you want to sell a favor, you will definitely give this "clue" to Tianjian Villa."
"The next step is to lure the people from Tianjian Villa out of the city! Outside the city, the place is open and sparsely populated, which is the best place for murder and burial." Ye Feng said calmly.
He looked up at the sky and estimated the time: "It's almost time. We should go to the 'crime scene' and arrange it."
On the west side of Linhe City, next to the foul-smelling sewer.
At this moment, he was surrounded by people from Tianjian Villa, three floors inside and three floors outside.
Zhao Gan held a long sword and looked at the salvaged jade pendant with a livid face. He could clearly feel that the burning and domineering aura remaining on the jade pendant was exactly the same as the Ziyang Sect's technique.
"That's too much! Kill the elders of my villa and dare to be so provocative!" Zhao Qian laughed angrily, "Pass me an order for all disciples of Tianjian Villa to assemble to the west of the city! Block those bastards from the Ziyang Sect in their own stronghold! I want to see him. What kind of explanation can you give me today!"
After giving the order, the disciples of Tianjian Villa in all parts of the city started to move upon hearing the news. For a moment, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the entire west side of Linhe City fell into a state of panic.
Just when most of the manpower of Tianjian Villa was mobilized and rushed to the Ziyang Sect stronghold for a confrontation.
A patrol team composed of five Tianjian Villa disciples is coming here along the base of the city wall. The leader was a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage.
They walked to a remote alley, and suddenly, the leading monk stopped in his tracks.
"Who?" he shouted sharply, looking warily into the depths of the dark alley.
There was no one in the alley, except for the rustle of a few fallen leaves as the wind blew.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" asked the disciple behind him.
"It's nothing, maybe I'm too nervous." The monk shook his head and was about to move on.
At this moment, a golden light burst out from the chest of a disciple behind him without any warning!
Poof!
The golden elixir-level disciple didn't even have time to scream. His body was like a lit firewood, burning instantly and turning into a handful of fly ash.
The flames showed a strange purple color!
"The enemy is attacking!"
"It's the Ziyang Sect's technique!"
The remaining four people reacted instantly, pulled out their long swords one after another, formed a sword formation back to back, and looked around with fear and anger.
However, the surroundings were empty and they could not see the shadow of the enemy at all.
"You are pretending to be a ghost! Get out of here!" The leader of the Yuanying monks was shocked and angry, and a sword energy struck across the street.
The sword energy struck the bluestone slab, leaving a deep ravine, but it had no effect.
Fear began to spread in their hearts.
Unknown enemies are the most terrifying.
Suddenly, another disciple's body froze without warning. There was a look of extreme pain on his face, and there was a faint purple light under his skin.
"Senior brother...save..."
Before he finished speaking, his body followed the footsteps of the previous person and turned into fly ash.
"It's a soul attack! The opponent is attacking our soul!" The leader of the Nascent Soul monk finally saw some clues. He shouted in horror, "Keep your mind! Ask Senior Brother Zhao for help!"
The remaining disciple, with trembling hands, was about to take out the jade talisman of communication.
A hand stretched out from the void behind him and gently placed it on his shoulder.
The disciple stiffened and slowly turned around, only to see a pair of eyes with a playful smile.
"Goodbye."
Ye Feng's voice sounded softly in his ears.
The next moment, the majestic, disguised "immortal corpse energy" poured into his body instantly. This time, Ye Feng forcibly incorporated fluctuations that simulated the Zi Yang Kung Fu into the corpse energy, making it look more like the Zi Yang Sect's "Purple Extreme True Fire", which specializes in burning souls.
"Ah——!"
The screams echoed through the long street.
The last Nascent Soul monk watched helplessly as his two junior brothers turned into ashes in a few breaths. He completely collapsed and turned around to run away.
But as soon as he turned around, he hit an invisible wall.
Xiao Wuhen's figure slowly emerged. The mountain and river fan in his hand was shaking gently, with a playful smile on his face.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? The show is not over yet."
The Nascent Soul monk's pupils suddenly shrank when he looked at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him.
Just when he was about to say something, the tip of a sword entwined with the brilliance of stars had already passed through the back of his heart.
"You..."
Ye Feng withdrew the Qingxuan Sword and looked at his fallen body with no expression on his face.
[Ding! Successfully kill the late Nascent Soul monk and obtain 20,000 Qiankun points]
[Ding! Successfully killed...]
A series of system prompts made Ye Feng feel a lot happier.
"Done, let's call it a day." Xiao Wuhen clapped his hands, "The technique is neat enough, and the scene is 'realistic' enough. Now, even if the Ziyang Sect people are full of words, they can't explain it clearly."
Ye Feng shook his head: "There is still one last step left."
As he spoke, he walked to the entrance of the alley, stretched out his hand, and shook it suddenly towards the deserted street.
Buzz!
The space was distorted, a sword energy appeared out of thin air, and then exploded, making a big hole in the wall next to it.