Dou Zong Yun Shan

Seeing Na Lan Yan Ran fall to the ground, Xiao Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then immediately took out healing and qi-restoring pills from his Na Ring and took them.

Because Yun Yun was present when the Three-Year Agreement was made, Xiao Yan did not make any comments about divorcing his wife, nor did he write a letter of divorce.

Now that Xiao Yan had won, he immediately said, "Na Lan Yan Ran, from now on, you will have no further connection with my Xiao Family. Remember, this engagement wasn't called off by you, but by me."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the show is over. Go home now..."

Xiao Yan looked up at the group of people on the tall tree, but when he saw Gu He staring intently at him, his expression suddenly changed.

He immediately turned around, pulled out the huge Heavy Xuan Ruler from the ground, and put it into his Na Ring. Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he walked out of the square.

As he stepped out of the plaza and was about to descend the steps, that faint voice that had weighed heavily on Xiao Yan's heart finally rang out.

"Mr. Xiao Yan, please wait a moment. My Misty Cloud Sect has some matters that require your personal verification..."

Hearing the sound slowly rising from the square, Xiao Yan, who was about to step down the steps, suddenly stopped. With his back to the square, he tilted his head back and took a long breath, his fist clenching slightly in his sleeve.

On the giant tree, Hai Bodong and Jia Xingtian frowned deeply, their gazes sweeping towards the center of the plaza, where Yun Leng and the others looked rather strange.

Looking at Yun Yun Gu He's less-than-pleasant expression, the two of them realized that something big was likely to happen today.

On the plaza, following Yun Leng's voice, all eyes once again fell upon the slender figure about to step down the stairs. On the ground, Na Lan Yan Ran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, struggled to her feet, glanced at Xiao Yan's retreating figure with a complex expression, then turned to Yun Leng and the others, saying, "Great Elder, in today's competition, Yan Ran was indeed inferior in skill..."

"Yan Ran, this isn't about the competition. Please step back for now." Yun Leng waved his hand, his expression very serious.

Seeing Yun Leng's expression, Na Lan Yan Ran was taken aback. After a slight hesitation, she could only nod and slowly step aside. The Misty Cloud Sect Disciples there quickly stood up and made room for her.

After Yun Leng's earlier words fell, the arena fell into silence, with countless pairs of eyes filled with doubt staring at the motionless figure.

The square was quiet, with a somber and eerie atmosphere.

"Elder Yun Leng, what is it?" The sudden, faint voice finally broke the silence of the square, causing Yun Leng to stiffen slightly.

Countless gazes shifted again, but now they were all focused on Yun Leng. Apart from a few people, most of the Misty Cloud Sect Disciples did not understand why Yun Leng would suddenly speak up and stop Xiao Yan at this time.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yun Leng slowly stood up, staring at Xiao Yan with a sinister gaze, and said in a deep voice:

"I wonder if Mr. Xiao Yan has heard about the incident a few months ago when my Misty Cloud Sect's Guest Elder, Gu He, was attacked by a mysterious man in black robes in the Tagor Desert, and was seriously injured and lost his Heavenly Flames?"

As soon as Yun Leng said this, some whispers immediately arose in the square. Gu He's status in the Misty Cloud Sect was not low, or rather, Gu He's status in the entire Jia Ma Empire was not low.

They also knew about his previous attack that left him severely injured and nearly dead, and the Misty Cloud Sect had searched for him extensively for a long time.

However, Yun Leng's sudden mention of this matter at this time seems rather illogical. Does he still believe that Xiao Yan was the one who attacked Gu He?

Wait, it's not impossible. Some people thought of the earth-yellow flame that Xiao Yan used at the end.

The flames were quite peculiar, yet they met the requirements for Heavenly Flames.

As Grade Six Alchemist, Gu He could not possibly mistake the flame he once possessed.

Therefore, Xiao Yan and Gu He's attack must be closely related. Even if Xiao Yan wasn't attacked by himself, it was done by someone connected to him.

Everyone prefers the latter.

Thinking of this, someone looked at Xiao Ming.

But then he shook his head again, realizing it couldn't have been Master Xiao Ming who attacked him. With Xiao Ming's Dou Zong level, no matter how capable Gu He was, he couldn't have escaped. It must have been someone else.

However, with this incident, I wonder how Master Xiao Ming will handle it. They might even have to fight. There's been quite a show today; it was definitely worth coming.

Ignoring the whispers in the square, Yun Leng stared intently at Xiao Yan, awaiting his answer.

His hand trembled slightly within his sleeve. Xiao Yan pursed his lips, took a deep breath to suppress his racing heart, and slowly turned around to face the vast plaza and the countless Misty Cloud Sect Disciples within it. His voice, as calm as a gentle breeze, echoed across the plaza:

"What do you mean by that, Elder Yun Leng? Do you really think I attacked Elder Gu He?"

Xiao Yan wanted to argue that although he had a great deal of help, it was best not to resort to violence if possible.

"You don't need to make excuses. You should know very well how sensitive Alchemist are to the Aura of flames! As Grade Six Alchemist, I, Gu He, would never go so far as to frame you." Gu He said coldly, looking at Xiao Yan.

After Gu He said this, everyone believed Yun Leng's explanation to a large extent, because Gu He did have a pretty good reputation in the Jia Ma Empire.

"Master Xiao Ming, you also possess Heavenly Flames. Surely you know that the Aura of Heavenly Flames isn't so easily mistaken, right?"

"This... hehe."

When Gu He shifted the blame onto him, Xiao Ming didn't try to excuse Xiao Yan. Anyone who knew a little about flames knew that it wasn't easy for Heavenly Flames to admit its mistake. Even if you stubbornly Not Admit it, others wouldn't give up on making trouble for you.

Excuses are useless, so let's just start fighting.

"Elder Yun Leng, there are plenty of people in the world who possess Heavenly Flames, and I don't want to waste my breath on you. If you don't have solid evidence, it's best not to make baseless accusations. Although the Misty Cloud Sect is powerful, it's not good for their reputation to spread. Besides, I am my own person, and it's not up to you to decide my fate! Our Xiao Family is not to be trifled with!"

After speaking, Xiao Yan ignored him and turned to step down the stone steps.

"Your Xiao Family is indeed not to be trifled with, but that doesn't mean you can act recklessly, Xiao Yan! If we let you leave like this today, what face will my Misty Cloud Sect have left?"

With a cold smile, Yun Leng suddenly took out a milky-white flute from his Na Ring under everyone's watchful eyes, brought it to his lips, and blew hard. Instantly, a strange, sharp sound emanated from the flute.

The sharp sound of the flute lingered throughout the entire Misty Cloud Mountain, never ceasing.

In the square, everyone fell silent because of Yun Leng's behavior, and for a moment, only the sound of the flute could be heard.

Jia Xingtian narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Hai Bodong. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his pupils contracted sharply!

"It's that old man! He's still alive!"

As Jia Xingtian and Hai Bodong fell silent, a vast and majestic aura, like a giant dragon awakened from Ancient Times, descended from the depths of Misty Cloud Mountain with unparalleled pressure!