Lord An laughed and explained, “No matter how strange and unpredictable the methods of the cultivators are, this is Sanye City, the Mortal Street.
The great formation of Sanye City can make cultivators unable to use their methods, and they are just like ordinary people. The trial-takers who come to Huafan Street are the weakest among the cultivators, even worse than ordinary people. Why are we afraid?
Furthermore, the Qiye Sect has a rule that all forces in Huafan Street must create difficulties for the trial-takers, so how we treat the trial-takers is reasonable.
Most importantly, if a participant violates the rules of Huafan Street or kills someone, the government has the right to use the power of the Sanye City formation to shatter the participant's jade pendant."
After hearing this, Ran Changle finally understood why the mortals on Huafan Street had no awe of the cultivators, but instead looked down on them.
It can also be judged from this that the cultivation level of these trial-takers should not exceed the foundation-building stage.
When a cultivator reaches the foundation-building stage, the essence of his life changes. Even if he cannot use spiritual power, he is still much stronger than an ordinary mortal.
"I have another question..."
Ran Changle was interrupted by Master Zhou before he could finish his words.
"Why do you have so many questions? Tell me now. How did you kill Bai Wangwang, and how did you frame my guards?"
Ran Changle walked forward a few steps and came in front of Mr. Zhou. He smiled playfully and said, "I want to ask you, how did the pill I gave to Bai Wangwang end up in your possession?"
A trace of panic flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes, and he said hurriedly: "I don't know what you are talking about?"
Then, he turned to look at Lord An and said, "Lord An, I think this woman is the murderer. Let's quickly make a decision."
"My pills are made using special methods. Unlike other pills, each one has a unique aura. Although my spiritual power is sealed, my five senses are not."
Ran Changle looked directly at Mr. Zhou and pointed at his nose.
Young Master Zhou felt uneasy under Ran Changle's gaze, but he feigned composure and threatened, "Not only did you accuse my guard of murder, you also accused me of stealing your elixir. You are so audacious! I will definitely tell my father. I forgot to tell you that my father is the highest administrative officer of Huafan Street and has the right to shatter your trial jade pendant."
"Oh..." Ran Changle stretched out the words and laughed, "No wonder Lord An favors you. No wonder you have no respect for monks."
Ran Changle suddenly put away his smile, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold: "But, if I want to kill you, no one can stop me."
As she spoke, she controlled her fear and let it spread towards Master Zhou.
Master Zhou heard murderous intent in Ran Changle's words. He felt that she was not just talking, but really wanted to kill him.
At the same time, he felt a deep fear, as if he was in the deep sea, surrounded by endless darkness. The heavy pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. He could only breathe in big gulps to relieve the terrifying feeling of suffocation.
Lord An was closest to Master Zhou and was the first to notice his abnormality. He watched as Master Zhou opened his mouth wide to breathe like a fish out of water.
He didn't know what was going on, but considering what Ran Changle had just said, he guessed that it was her trick.
He quickly took a few steps back away from Ran Changle and Master Zhou, and for the first time felt fear of the monks.
Ran Changle suddenly suppressed his fear.
Master Zhou was like a fish returning to the water, breathing heavily, sweating all over, and looking at Ran Changle with fear in his eyes.
Ran Changle took another step forward. "You just saw some Qi Refining Stage Trialists and thought that all cultivators were so weak. Do you still think so now?"
Mr. Zhou was so frightened that he fell off the stool and trembled, "No, don't come over."
He had just truly experienced the fear of death and would never dare to look down on Ran Changle again.
It turns out that the monks' methods are really strange and unpredictable.
It turned out that they were really short-sighted. The trial-takers they saw on Huafan Street were very weak, so they thought that cultivators were the same as mortals if they did not use spiritual power.
It turns out they were wrong, really wrong.
"Now tell me, who killed Bai Wangwang?"
Ran Changle bent down and looked at Master Zhou and asked.
Young Master Zhou was almost crying and said hurriedly, "It was me. I asked my guards to kill him."
"Why kill him?"
"For the elixir. I heard that eating the elixir given by the monks can prolong life."
As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a small bottle from his body, handed it to Ran Changle, and begged for mercy: "Fairy, this is your elixir, please let me go."
Ran Changle took the pill and sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that this was just a healing pill with the worst effect, but it actually harmed Bai Wangwang.
Since the dead cannot be resurrected, the only thing we can do is to avenge him.
Ran Changle turned to look at Lord An who had already taken the high seat and said, "Lord An, now that the murderer has confessed, we can close the case."
"Knot……"
Before Lord An finished speaking, a strong wind blew from behind him.
Ran Changle knew that it was Mr. Zhou's guards who attacked her. She smiled contemptuously, did not move, and let his fists hit her.
"ah!"
A scream was heard.
Ran Changle didn't move at all, but the guard's hand was broken.
Her body was invulnerable to swords and bullets, let alone human fists.
Ran Changle turned around, took a look at the guard's unnaturally twisted arm, and said, "Do you want to try the move you used to shatter Bai Wangwang on me and see if you can break my heart meridian?"
The guard realized how powerful Ran Changle was, so how could he dare to attack her again? He quickly retreated.
How could his speed compare to Ran Changle's? She caught up with the guard in one step, reached out and grabbed his neck, slowly tightening her grip.
The guard stretched out his hands and tried to pry her hands open, but his strength was not even one ten-thousandth of hers, so how could he pry them open?
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