Chapter 216: Turtle GrandsonBecause they didn't bring a hoe, the black-clad demon-suppressing guards split the tomb open with a knife. The force was controlled very well, the tomb cracked open, the soil separated into two sides, and the coffin in the tomb was not damaged. After a moment, a large black coffin appeared in front of everyone. The demon-suppressing guards quickly stepped forward, pulled out the coffin nails, and opened the coffin lid. An unpleasant smell of corpse immediately rolled out from inside. Chen Xian had smelled the evil corpse aura from the hunchback, which was a hundred times stronger than this one. He just flapped his arms lightly and his eyes fell on the old man in the pipe. Liu Zhen was a warrior during his lifetime, and he had reached the Blood Moving Realm, so his body could be preserved longer. Although it smelled like a corpse, it had not yet begun to rot, but purple-brown corpse spots had already appeared on the skin. "Peng Wanhu, check how he died!" Chen Xian said with a frown. Peng Dazhuang nodded, walked forward and began to examine the body. He found that Liu Zhen’s fatal blow was the knife in the chest. In addition, there were eight other knife wounds on the body, of varying depths. Each blow severed Liu Zhen's bones, and the one on the chest was the last one. After a moment, Peng Dazhuang turned around and walked to Chen Xian and said, "The sword skills are a bit messy, and it's hard to tell what sect he belongs to, but the sword skills have been practiced to perfection, and the person who made the move is in the Chongyuan realm, and he practices the Yinsha sword skills."

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a trace of deep red evil energy swirled around. Chen Xian took a look at the evil aura, took out the large Buddhist beads, and muttered in his heart: Bright and pure Dharma body, sealed by all Buddhas, seal! As the seal word fell, the large Buddhist beads flashed with golden light, absorbing the evil spirit in Peng Dazhuang's hand. "Seal the coffin and bury it!" Chen Xian said this and turned to walk out of the cemetery. Soon, everyone returned to Chen Ping's home. At this moment, Chen Ping's face was extremely pale. He didn't want to entertain Chen Xian and others, but as a small town mayor, how could he dare to offend Chen Xian and others? He could only stand aside unhappily. Chen Xian ignored him and looked at Zhang Feng: "What sword-training schools are there within a radius of 500 miles?" Zhang Feng asked, "Sir, does a third-rate sect count?" "All sects!" Chen Xian said. There are also powerful people in the Lingkong Realm among the third-rate sects. Killing a small official like Liu Zhen is as easy as killing a chicken. Zhang Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Within a radius of 500 miles, including the county town, there are a total of 117 sword-practicing sects and families." Chen Xian's eyes flashed coldly: "Go and check it out immediately, Peng Wanhu, you also bring people with you. I must get the results within one day." "Yes, sir!" Peng Dazhuang nodded, then looked at Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng agreed respectfully, and then took Peng Dazhuang and others to investigate. Chen Xian was not idle either. He asked Chen Ping about the approximate location of the silver mine and took Wang Yan there. Of course, he did not approach the silver mine, but appeared on a small hill ten miles away from the silver mine, watching the people from the Ba Quan Sect mining the silver mine. The silver mine is not small, and the people working there are all strong laborers, because the silver ore is very heavy and most people cannot move it. The periphery is guarded by disciples of Baquan Sect, and their strongest strength is no more than Yudan realm. After observing for a while, the spiritual eyes found that the people of the Baquan Sect were indeed very fierce. Sometimes they would whip those strong men. At the same time, the supervision was very strict. Anyone who dared to take away the silver ore would be severely beaten.

"wrong!" Suddenly Chen Xian frowned. There was no problem for the Baquan Sect to mine the silver mine, but for some reason, he felt a hint of burning breath, and at the same time, there was a hint of demonic energy in that burning breath. "who?" Suddenly, the Jade Dan Realm expert from the Ba Quan Sect roared angrily, and then dozens of figures flew in the air and landed not far from Chen Xian and the others. The middle-aged man who was leading the Jade Dan Dacheng looked to be in his forties. He was dressed in a yellow suit and had a very sharp look in his eyes. After seeing Chen Xian's clothes clearly, he was also stunned: "Deputy Director of the Demon Suppression Division?" In the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, only the deputy director wore a bright red flying fish uniform, the ten thousand households wore a black flying fish uniform, and those below the ten thousand households all wore purple. The young man in front of him was actually wearing a bright red flying fish suit, and he immediately thought of the newly appointed deputy director, Chen Xian. "So it's Lord Chen who has come to visit. I'm He Xun, the great outer elder of the Baquan Sect, and I'm honored to meet you." He Xun looked at Chen Xian with a little disdain and said with a slight bow. Chen Xian glanced at He Xun expressionlessly, then looked at the people from the Baquan Sect who were surrounding them. "Go back!" "It's the Great Elder!" The thirteen people stepped back and stood behind He Xun. He Xun looked at Chen Xian and said, "Master Chen, are you here to inspect the people's conditions?" "That's right." Chen Xian nodded calmly, his eyes fixed in the direction of the silver mine, and was about to ask a question. He Xunxian said, "Since you are here to inspect the people's conditions, you should go to the town and the villagers instead of the mining area, which is dirty. This elder cannot entertain you, Master Chen." Chen Xian chuckled: "How is the silver mining going?" He Xun's eyes twinkled: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Chen. The mining is going smoothly." Chen Xian asked: "Is there underground fire under this silver mine?" He Xun closed his mouth. Seeing Chen Xian staring at him, he groaned for a moment and said, "Yes, there is a cluster of underground fire. We are going to dig it out and give it to our disciples for body refining." Chen Xian nodded secretly, "You guys continue!" He Xun bowed slightly: "This elder will not keep Master Chen." Chen Xian ignored him and left with Wang Yan. Returning to the Silver Mine, He Xun stared coldly at the direction where Chen Xian and the others left, and snorted in his heart: "Who dares to come and meddle with my Ba Quan Sect?" "Brother Xian, have you found anything?" Wang Yan asked after walking away. Chen Xian transmitted his voice, "There is a demon under the silver mine. It should be a demon fire that has just gained intelligence. The Tyrant Fist Sect must have discovered the demon fire and seized the mining rights of the silver mine." "There are other demonic auras under the mine. The Tyrant Fist Sect must have captured some demons and used their blood to feed the Earth Demon Fire." "Earth Demon Fire?"

Wang Yan was shocked. Could the Earth Demon Fire also become a spirit? We arrived at a village with less than a hundred households. Chen Xian took Wang Yan for a stroll in the village. The villagers recognized Wang Yan's purple flying fish suit and knew it was an official. They hid in their homes in fear. There were some very elderly people sitting in the shade of the trees to enjoy the cool air, and he was not afraid of them. Chen Xian also took Wang Yan over and found a stone to sit down and enjoy the cool air. An old man who must be nearly eighty years old, with all his teeth fallen out and a sunken mouth, was waving a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand. "You are officials, right?" Seeing that Chen Xian and the other man were sitting there and not leaving, the old man asked, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. "Yes, old man." Chen Xian smiled. The old man had a look of indifference on his face, and looked at the rice fields casually with cloudy eyes, muttering: "Officials must make decisions for the people, otherwise they are not good officials..." Chen Xian smiled and said, "Old man, do you feel wronged?" The old man glanced at Chen Xian and grinned, "Too many, I can't explain clearly!" Wang Yan said, "Old man, do you know the Tyrant Fist Sect?" The old man looked at Wang Yan as if he was reading a letter ball, "How could I not know? When I was young, I participated in the disciple recruitment, but my aptitude was not good, so I was rejected..." "You know about the Naha Fist Sect's oppression of the townspeople, right?" Wang Yan asked. Hearing this, several other elderly people also looked over and stared at Wang Yan without saying anything. The old man in front of him smiled and said: "It's such a big sect with so many masters. What's wrong with them bullying a commoner like you? If they don't want to kill you, then don't bully you. It's normal to kill someone!" Wang Yan glanced at Chen Xian. It seems that the Baquan Sect’s oppression of the common people has not been a one-day or two thing, but has been accumulating over time. "Old man, have you heard any cries of monsters in recent times?" Chen Xian asked. "My ears are not good and I can't hear clearly!" The old man shook his head. Chen Xian looked at the other elderly people. They were relatively younger and should have no problems with their hearing. However, the three old men seemed to be hesitant to speak, and finally shook their heads. Chen Xian said: "Don't be afraid, tell me what you know, and I will help you deal with the Tyrant Fist Sect." Hearing this, an old man with a slightly tougher temper snorted and said, "You officials in the Demon Suppression Division come here with this saying, and in the end you just walk away, and we ordinary people are the ones who suffer." "What do you mean?" Chen Xian asked with a smile. The old man didn't say anything. Wang Yan said, "Don't worry, old sir. Our Lord Chen came from Fengtian City to investigate the matter of the Tyrant Fist Sect oppressing the people. He will definitely not leave Wulong Town until he finds a result and gives you justice." "Are you serious?" The old man looked at the two of them suspiciously.

Wang Yan said: "Young people don't tell lies." The old man glanced at Wang Yan and couldn't help but say, "It's not uncommon for the Tyrant Fist Sect to oppress the townspeople and villagers within a hundred miles. They have people above them, and there's no one to complain to." "This time, because the farms of the wealthy families in the town were occupied and the silver mines were robbed, a group of people were very dissatisfied and filed a complaint with the Baquan Sect. As a result, within three days, twenty to thirty people died in the town. Although no one saw that it was the Baquan Sect who killed them, it was obvious. Apart from them, who else had such great ability? The sound of the monster you just mentioned does exist. It appears almost every three days, and the cry is very miserable. It comes from the direction of the silver mine. I don't know what the Baquan Sect is doing there. Also, the Ba Quan Sect is too lawless, relying on their connections above them. Last time, my granddaughter went to buy something in town, she was teased by the disciples of the Ba Quan Sect! If you really have great abilities, then please take care of it. Don't just thunder and not dare to rain! " The old man looked at Chen Xian and the other man with contempt, then stood up and went home. The other old men also glanced at them, stood up, and walked towards their homes tremblingly. Obviously no one believed they had this ability. After all, Chen Xian and Wang Yan looked too young. How could they dare to confront the bully of Huarong County? Only the old man fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan was still sitting on the chair. Perhaps because of his old age, he had a nonchalant expression on his face and looked indifferent at everything. Chen Xian didn't expect to be despised by a few old men, but he didn't care. He took Wang Yan to say goodbye to the old man and left the village. Afterwards, he went to several villages to inquire for information, and found that the news was not much different from what the old man said. The Baquan Sect is accustomed to bullying the people in the town, and even if someone dies, the situation will be suppressed. After all, the sect is large, there are many strong people, and they have money. If someone dies, they will just pay compensation. This time, the Ba Quan Sect touched upon the core interests of the local residents and the gentry in Wulong Town, so they could not help but file a complaint with the Ba Quan Sect. However, within three days of returning, Liu Zhen and others were killed one after another. Chen Ping was afraid of death, so he became involved with the Baquan Sect. However, Chen Xian and the other man were also despised. No one believed that they dared to be enemies with the Ba Quan Sect. Back to town. The townspeople looked at them with fear and contempt, which made people feel very uncomfortable, but Chen Xian didn't care. When he arrived outside Chen Ping's house, Chen Xian frowned slightly, because there were disciples from the sect standing there. Looking at their black clothes, he knew that they were disciples from the Baquan Sect. Chen Xian had noticed it when he was standing on the top of the mountain before. The elders of Baquan Sect wear yellow clothes, the deacons wear blue clothes, and the disciples' clothes are divided into two types: inner disciples wear black clothes, and outer disciples wear dark red clothes. Outside the door of Chen Ping's house stood two black-clothed disciples, who were obviously inner disciples of the Baquan Sect. The cultivation base of those two people was not very high and they had just started to build their foundation. But there were three people sitting in the main hall of Chen Ping's house. They had very strong cultivation abilities, two young men and one old man. The old man has the strength of Tiangang realm. Among the young men, the one with an arrogant look on his face has reached the great success of Jade Dan, and the other one is at the entry level of Spirit Infant, but he should be over 30 years old.

These two people should be the talented disciples of Baquan Sect. When Chen Xian looked at them with his spiritual eyes, the three people were also looking at him and Wang Yan with their spiritual eyes. At the door, the two black-clothed disciples stared coldly at Chen Xian and the other man, neither greeting nor trying to stop them. When we walked into the yard, the three men and Chen Ping had already walked out of the main room. Chen Ping said, "Young Master, this is Master Chen from Fengtian City." The young sect leader was the arrogant young man who had reached the Jade Pill stage. He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with narrow and sunken eyes, a high nose bridge, and a sneer on the corners of his mouth. Even the old man in the Tiangang Realm only stood next to the young sect master. This person is Tu Lin’s youngest son, Tu Xuanhu. He looked at Chen Xian coldly: "The new Master Chen of Fengtian City?" "It's me!" Chen Xian nodded lightly. "I heard that you are very arrogant. As soon as you arrived in Fengtian City, you killed Wuping Hou and his son, and even stepped on Lushan County Prince." Tu Xuanhu raised the corner of his mouth coldly. "It's okay." Chen Xian still had a calm expression on his face, and he and Wang Yan had already walked to the front of the main hall. Tu Xuanhu stood there without moving, blocking the way of Chen Xian and the other man. He stared down at Chen Xian and said, "Master Chen, you have no right to interfere in the affairs of my Baquan Sect. You'd better go back to your Fengtian City and serve as your deputy demon-suppressing commander." "Fuck, do you know who you are talking to?" Wang Yan has a bad temper, so how can he tolerate others being sarcastic in front of him? What's more, it was Chen Xian who was mentioned, and he got angry immediately. Tu Xuanhu glanced at Wang Yan with disdain. He really didn't take seriously a small captain who had just entered the Lingkong Realm. "You'd better keep your mouth clean for me, otherwise I will tear your mouth apart." Tu Xuanhu said coldly. "hehe……!" When Wang Yan heard this, his blood rushed to his head. He took a step forward, stared at Tu Xuanhu and said, "I'm standing right here today. If you don't tear it apart, you're a bastard." Hearing this, Tu Xuanhu was stunned at first, then his face was filled with anger. This dog Qianhu is really looking for death! How dare you challenge him? He immediately put his big hands behind his back and grabbed Wang Yan's neck. You know what, Wang Yan didn’t move. "Do you really think you are something..." Tu Xuanhu grabbed Wang Yan's neck.

But the next moment. He was stunned for a moment. Because Wang Yan spurted out a large mouthful of blood and spit it all over his face. (End of this chapter)