Duanmu Sheng seemed to understand: "Zuo Xinchan is the second leader of the Mosha Sect after all. How can the Mosha Sect accept his death?"

"You are thinking too much... What can you do if you are angry and lead the whole sect to attack Jinting Mountain?"

The rest of the words are self-evident. Even Yu Zhenghai doesn't have the courage. How dare he, the Mosha Sect?

Moreover, not long after Jintingshan defeated the top ten masters, Luo Changfeng, the leader of the Seven-Leaf Dharmakaya Heavenly Sword Sect, was defeated by his master. Who would dare?

After saying that, Ming Shiyin looked quite proud.

"What Mr. Fourth said makes sense, and it makes me enlightened." Pan Zhong was also confused at first, but after understanding this explanation, he bowed and said.

"Mr. Fourth is such a talented man, he solved the doubts in my mind..." Zhou Jifeng said seriously.

Ming Shiyin: "???"

These two idiots...did they flatter the wrong person?

Ming Shiyin took a cautious glance at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou was not angry, he was just thinking...

This guy is really good at analysis.

However, the analysis was very clear and logical.

After listening to what he said, it seems that there is some truth...

at the same time.

The group of black-robed practitioners returned to the black dragon chariot.

All the black-robed practitioners couldn't believe it when they learned that Ershou Zuo had died.

How dare you stay at the foot of Jinting Mountain?

Without Zuo Xinchan in charge, even driving the black dragon chariot became extremely laborious.

I barely pushed it to take off...the flight speed was also very slow.

The black dragon chariot flew back along its original path.

After flying for half an hour, the distance was not even a hundred miles.

The black-robed practitioners surrounded the ink-colored dragon chariot and tried their best to instill vitality.
Chapter completed!