"knew."

Taoist Xiaojian waved slightly, and the immortal soldier bowed his head and retreated.

He smiled with relief.

In the final analysis, Wuwu still gave some opportunities to some of the senior officials of Renhuang Pavilion. If Wuwang returned on the same day, there would be no room for buffering.

But what puzzles Taoist Xiaojian is that at this moment, the senior executives have not decided which scapegoat to promote, but are focused on...

I want to get people from him.

Is Wuwu really a smooth person who is familiar with the people inside Renhuang Pavilion?

Perhaps, in their eyes, this matter is not serious.

But whether the matter is serious or not can be known by looking at the reaction of his master Liu Pavilion Master - he came back and was busy for two days, arresting so many officials from various branches of Renhuang Pavilion, and his master didn't even ask a single word.

Even half a day ago, someone came to ask him why he couldn't find any trace of Pavilion Master Liu.

Another half hour passed.

Wu Wang's building boat slowly sailed into the city's grand formation.

After all, someone couldn't sit still and came to Taoist Xiaojian again. It was a deputy pavilion master and two high-level deacons who interceded with Taoist Xiaojian.

The deputy pavilion master Wang Jian said in a low voice:

"Xiao Jian, this matter should be handled privately. If it spreads, it will be a huge blow to the prestige of our Renhuang Pavilion."

"I'm just following the orders of Deputy Pavilion Master Wuwu."

Xiao Jian said sternly: "The deputy pavilion master Wuwu has entered the city, you might as well go and talk to him."

"This," Wang Jian frowned, "Vice-Pavilion Master Wuwu is young and energetic, he is prone to impulsiveness, and many things cannot be brought to the table.

Ke Xiaojian, your time in Renhuang Pavilion is not short..."

"Sorry, I am practicing kendo."

Xiao Jian raised his head slightly, and there was a clanging sound of swords in his body, "If you encounter injustice, draw your sword to save the common people."

"you!"

Wang Jian's expression changed, revealing his Taoist realm.

Xiao Jian shook his head with a smile, playing with Wu Wan's token in his hand, as if to say, they are all deputy pavilion masters, and their orders are mutually exclusive.

At this moment, a gong sound echoed from everywhere in the city.

I saw several flying shuttles flying from the sky in the north, and the city defense formation was closed. Figures flew out of the flying shuttles and fell straight into the field.

But they are full-time servants of the Penal Hall, as well as more than a dozen high-ranking deacons of the Penal Hall.

As soon as they landed, they picked up the list prepared by Taoist Xiaojian and immediately started calling out names one by one. Before the captured people could respond, officers came forward and pushed them to the side.

Soon, the three piles of people were divided into twelve piles, and each high-ranking deacon interrogated one group. The scene was extremely lively.

Wang Jian's eyes were extremely complicated. He was watching this scene from the sky and he didn't know how to speak at this moment.

Therefore, the deputy pavilion master approached Taoist Xiaojian and whispered:

"Xiao Jian, let me tell you everything. If this matter continues to be investigated like this, I am afraid that people in the southeast will have to be replaced.

Renhuang Pavilion has no preparations. What do you want others to think? What do you want those who do errands for Renhuang Pavilion to think?

Not to mention other things, even if these people below have done some wrong things, they themselves have made merits and contributions to the human realm. They can be arrested and tried whenever you want. Isn’t this the source of unrest? "

Taoist Xiaojian groaned softly and said: "Hey, Deputy Pavilion Master Wuwu is back, just go and talk to him."

Wang Jian frowned and wanted to say something to Xiao Jian, but Xiao Jian had already turned around and stepped in the air, rushing straight to the building ship.

The building boat stopped and floated above the tall buildings in the city.

First, two rows of immortal soldiers flew out of it, and then there were more than ten figures standing on the railing.

Many sharp-eyed monks have already caught the figure of Ling Xiaolan, and the words "Tianyan Saint" were passed back and forth among the crowd.

The young Taoist standing in the middle turned his head and said something to the person beside him, then turned over and jumped over the railing, falling straight down.

His long hair was blowing in the wind, his face was extremely stern, his slim black robe was solemn and majestic, and there seemed to be sparks hidden under his calm eyes.

He was about to hit the tall building, but he flew forward swiftly, passing through many pavilions in the air, and broke into the front of the main hall of Renhuang Pavilion.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A monk shouted the name of the golden dragon, and all the immortal soldiers in front of the hall shouted "Greetings to the Deputy Pavilion Master".

Ming She had already stood up and was standing aside, while Wu Wan was already sitting safely on the wooden chair.

"Trial."

It's just one word, but it seems to contain inexplicable power.

The deacons and servants of the Penal Hall moved more quickly, displaying all the various 'martial arts' that the Penal Hall has added in recent years.

For example, 'Single-person rotating small suite', 'Soul monitoring lie detector', and 'Mind shock spell' are not torture, but the effect is quite good.

Two hours later, the night was getting darker, and the lights in front of the main hall of the branch pavilion were brightly lit.

Several deacons from the Penal Hall came together and hesitated and said a few words in front of Wu Wang.

One person said: "Palace Master, someone from the main pavilion may be involved later..."

"check."

Wu Wan said expressionlessly. Although his tone was light, he did not allow anyone to refute him.

Several people looked at each other, understood each other, turned around and left in a hurry.

It is about to dawn, and the roosters are crowing.

Many immortal soldiers were a little sleepy, and the interrogation that lasted all night finally came to an end. A stack of jade talismans fell in front of Wu Juan. Wu Juan looked at it carefully and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.

Wu Wang said: "Which one is called Mi Zhong? Pull it out."

Immediately, some immortal soldiers moved forward and dragged the trembling old man from the Heavenly Immortal Realm to the steps of the main hall.

The old man raised his head and glanced at Wu Wan, then immediately lowered his head and shouted: "Deputy Pavilion Master! You are wronged, Deputy Pavilion Master!"

"Did you send people to kill the families of the soldiers who died in the battle on the East China Sea?"

"No, that's not the case, Deputy Pavilion Master! Deputy Pavilion Master, please don't listen to the villain's slander!"

"Creep Snake."

"Yes, Master."

Ming She raised her hand and shook lightly, and two half-dead true immortals dressed in black fell beside the old man.

The old man named Mi Zhong's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Is it you who caused it?"

"Deputy Pavilion Master, I, I was just confused for a moment, and someone asked me to do this. I was worried that the reputation of Renhuang Pavilion would be damaged, so I took this step!"

"Has someone asked you to do this?"

Wu Wan murmured softly, stood up slowly, raised his hand and took the long sword of the immortal soldier beside him into his hand.

Then, the divine power throughout his body vibrated, and starlight gathered.

A coercion that was not inferior to that of a peak master in the Heavenly Immortal Realm slowly spread around Wu Wan.

That Mi Zhong has already been imprisoned by his soul at this moment.

"In other words, the person who can ask you for this and dares to ask you for this must be someone you are familiar with, right?"

Wu Huan seemed to be talking about family matters.

"Then these people regard you as their protective umbrella, and regard you as the head of such a big branch as the filial piety of their biological parents.

Weren’t you the ones who killed the widows of soldiers who died in battle who should have been praised and respected by others in the human realm?”

"Deputy Pavilion Master, subordinate, subordinate... what are you going to do!"

Mi Zhong looked up and suddenly shouted out loud.

He only saw Wu Wang's face showing a fierce light, his eyes protruding outwards, filled with bloodshot eyes, and the blade of the long knife in his hand was filled with divine light.

Mi Zhong said firmly: "I finally received the seventh-level salary..."

Wu Wang took a step forward.

"Wuxianzi!"

Someone on the side shouted angrily: "How dare you do this!"

Ming She raised her eyebrows, and ripples appeared in the universe, suppressing the deputy pavilion master who was about to explode.

Wu Wang raised the long knife in his hand.

Streams of starlight condensed into chains, imprisoning Mi Zhong in place. A chain strangled the corner of the old man's mouth and pulled him back, exposing his neck.

Wu Wang said calmly: "I am a bad person."

The sword slashed down.
Chapter completed!