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    The judge returns

    “Bai Chengying?” Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He just wanted to capture Bai Chengying and ask about the whereabouts of Yao Ye’s sister and brother, but he didn’t expect him to come to the door.

    Qiu Yin’an glanced at Wan Qiongju, “You take him to heal first, and I’ll deal with Bai Chengying.”

    Wan Qiongju took half a step forward and helped the young disciple up. He frowned and told Qiu Yin’an: “Master, today all the elders have also gone down the mountain to enjoy the lanterns. There are not many people in the sect. Bai Chengying must have been planning to come back at this time. You must be more careful.”

    As he spoke, the disciple arched his back again and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He leaned against Wan Qiongju and said in a weak voice: “Master Lin Yuxian, he has also brought masters from various factions. They want to forcefully break into Xuanji Pavilion and take back their Kung Fu books.”

    Qiu Yin’s heart sank suddenly, realizing that something was wrong. What he was worried about had happened. He had expected that some sect would be restless and come to make trouble, but what he didn’t expect was that Bai Chengying would lead them to make trouble.

    The disciple’s face turned pale. Qiu Yin’an pointed out and transferred some spiritual power to him, and then said to Wan Qiongju: “Xiao Wan, go and settle him quickly, and ask Linghu to recall all the elders immediately.”

    Wan Qiongju: “Master, don’t worry, I will arrange for him to come to you immediately.”

    Qiu Yin’an nodded slightly, his heart shrouded by a strong uneasiness that made him a little breathless. He sighed and responded, then immediately turned around and rushed towards Xuanji Pavilion.

    Before Qiu Yin’an stepped into the pavilion, he smelled a strong smell of blood. As he walked forward, he saw several disciples bleeding from the corners of their mouths and falling to the ground in a mess.

    These disciples, when they met Bai Chengying in the past, would respectfully call him Lin Yuxianzun, or uncle. Bai Chengying was so ruthless that he could not miss his old feelings.

    Qiu Yin’an took a few steps and rushed into the pavilion. Several rows of bookshelves had been overturned on the ground. The originally neat books were scattered on the floor. Some were trampled on by dirty shoe prints, and some even had pages scattered.

    The people in this room were like bandits, frantically trying to take everything for themselves.

    Qiu Yin’an summoned his two swords, and with a bang, the tips of the swords hit the ground, “Are you going to rebel?”

    The pavilion suddenly became quiet, and everyone froze in place. Bai Chengying walked out of the chaos leisurely, with a sly smile on his lips, “Yin’an, how are you?”

    Qiu Yin’an was furious. He raised his knife and faced Bai Chengying, “Bai Chengying, what do you mean? You don’t accept my position as the master and want to avenge your master?”

    Bai Chengying blocked the blade with his sword and laughed in a low voice, with an uncomfortable sticky sound in his voice. “Yin’an, you always don’t understand my thoughts. How could I seek revenge from you? I can’t even hate you.”

    Qiu Yin’an didn’t want to waste any time talking to him. He glanced at the faces of everyone in the room coldly and said forcefully: “Put the things back as they were.”

    Those people did not put down the things in their hands, but all looked at Bai Chengying. Seeing that Bai Chengying was still standing calmly and calmly, looking like he was sure of victory, the greed in their hearts outweighed their fear of Qiu Yin’an.

    Someone had the courage to speak up: “Qingxuan Peak has been occupying the Kung Fu books of various sects for these years. It should come to an end.”

    One person was hit on the head, and everyone was suddenly emboldened. In an instant, doubts filled the whole room, “That’s right. Why did Qingxuanfeng occupy the martial arts books of various sects? Today, not only do we need to get back our own, but your Qingxuanfeng’s mental skills and secrets should also be brought out for everyone to study together. This is only fair.”

    Chen Liang is dead, Bai Chengying has rebelled, Qingxuan Peak has lost two Xianzun monks one after another, and its strength has suddenly weakened. It is a certainty that Qingxuan Peak will not be able to maintain its dominance in the true world.

    Unexpectedly, this group of people rushed straight into Xuanji Pavilion at Qingxuan Peak like bandits, with no regard for dignity.

    Qiu Yin’an looked at the greedy and twisted faces. He didn’t know who he would be doing to seal the demon clan and protect the peace of the world of cultivation in the future. Is he just such a vicious group of people?

    In short, if they are allowed to take back the classics at this moment, Qingxuan Peak will lose not only its authority since the founding of the sect, but also its hundreds of years of face in the world of cultivation. As the new lord, Qiu Yin’an, if he can’t even keep the sect’s face, who else will take him seriously in the future?Who else would take Qingxuan Peak seriously?

    He will never give in on this matter.

    Qiu Yin’an: “Put it all down and I’ll say it one last time.”

    Qiu Yin’an’s warning fell into place, and everyone was still watching Bai Chengying’s face and actions.

    Bai Chengying’s lips raised a playful arc, he raised his eyebrows and said to Qiu Yin’an: “Yin’an, please beg me.”

    “Don’t even think about it.”

    Qiu Yin’an has completely understood that today’s chaos was all caused by Bai Chengying. If he wants to end this chaos, he must first get rid of Bai Chengying.

    Qiu Yin’an held the two swords in his hands, silently reciting the secret in his heart, and activated the soul-protecting lamp that was integrated with him. With the power of the soul-protecting lamp, the golden light flowed on the two swords, and they were instantly filled with majestic spiritual power.

    “Bai Chengying, you betrayed the sect and incited outsiders to break into Xuanji Pavilion. Your crime is unforgivable. I will clean up the sect today.” Qiu Yin’an slashed two cold arcs with his swords, followed the swords, and attacked Bai Chengying.

    Bai Chengying turned to dodge, retreating rather than fighting, and chuckled in his throat, “Yin’an, you really look like a lord now. It’s a pity that you won’t be able to sit on this lord’s position for long because you chose the wrong person. You chose Wan Qiongju instead of me.”

    Bai Chengying took half a step forward, spun his feet, and completely avoided Qiu Yin’an’s attack. He continued: “If I, Bai Chengying, were to assist you in Qingxuan Peak today, who would dare to be disrespectful?”

    “Stop talking nonsense.” Qiu Yin’an raised his knife and attacked him again, this time faster.

    Bai Chengying raised his sword to block and caught all the moves steadily, but Qiu Yin’an had a soul-protecting lamp with him. It was absolutely impossible for Bai Chengying to defeat Qiu Yin’an by himself.

    But Bai Chengying had already planned all of this. He poured enough spiritual energy into it and opened Qiu Yin’an’s two knives. Then he raised his sword and shouted loudly: “What are you waiting for if you don’t take action? Jiuling Mountain was massacred a while ago, and now all the magic weapons and treasures are in Qingxuan Peak. As long as you follow me to take Qiu Yin’an, the Lord of Qingxuan Peak, and the magic weapon of Jiuling Mountain, you can take it as you wish.”

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