Mu Wanyu and Gu Youran were both here, and they dared to come to hunt him. They knew with their toes that there were people behind these people who were supporting all of this.
As for who the supporter is, Lin Changan may not be able to guess, but one thing is absolutely certain.
The leader of the Ancient Saint Sect must know this.
As for why he didn't stop this matter, it was obvious that he wanted to see what he could do.
"Want to test it through my fight?"
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Changan's mouth, and his eyes swept over the disciples who came to hunt. Most of these disciples' cultivation levels were those of the King of the Fifth Heaven, the King of the Sixth Heaven, and the King of the Sixth Heaven or above.
Disciples are rare.
What does this mean? This means that this is a test. If you really want to kill yourself and arrange for two god-level inner disciples, you won't be able to bear it at all.
"Please retreat."
Lin Changan waved his hand and looked at Gu Youran and Mu Wanyu.
With a somewhat indifferent smile in his eyes, killing all these people is as simple as killing chickens and dogs. It can be done with just a raise of hands and feet.
"But……."
Gu Youran was a little confused. If this was really the case, she was worried that something bad might happen to Lin Changan. Moreover, as the host, how could Lin Changan get hurt in front of her?
Isn't this a slap in the face?
"It doesn't matter, all the chickens and dogs can be killed as easily as the palm of a hand."
Lin Changan spoke calmly, not taking it seriously.
This made Gu Youran open his mouth, but stopped talking.
You yourself are only the King of the First Heaven, and you say that these disciples of the King of the Fifth and Sixth Heaven are just chickens and dogs. Is that really okay?
"But……."
Gu Youran was still a little entangled and didn't want Lin Changan to take action.
"They are just a bunch of weaklings who are kings in the fifth and sixth realms."
Lin Changan looked around at all this with a calm expression, like a god sitting high up in the sky looking down at the ants in the sky.
This sentence made Mu Wanyu couldn't help but complain.
"You are just a young King of the First Heaven, and you start to say that other people's Kings of the Fifth and Sixth Heaven are weaklings? What the hell is this?"
However, no matter what, the two women nodded in the end, stepped back a long distance, and made way for Lin Changan to stand where he was, facing the dozen disciples.
Lin Changan glanced at the many disciples and smiled calmly.
"Come one by one, or together?"
Lin Changan asked back, as if what he was facing was not a group of disciples of the King of the Fifth and Sixth Heavens, but a group of grasshoppers who could be harvested and crushed at will.
This sentence directly angered all the disciples in front of him, even the leading disciple in white, his face was twitching at this moment.
This Lin Changan is extremely bold.
"Lin Chang'an, you are really brave. We have twenty-five disciples, and even if we hunt down a disciple of the King of the Eighth Heaven, it is enough. How can you be so confident?"
The man in white opened his mouth. He was the leader, his name was Chen Qingqiu, and he was considered one of the most talented disciples.
"Just do it, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Lin Changan waved his hand and didn't want to say anything more.
One thing that Lin Changan hates is that in those biographical novels, the supporting character always likes to talk a lot of nonsense, and then after a lot of nonsense, he waits for the protagonist to crush him.
This is so boring.
This is why Lin Changan always takes action swiftly and never gives others a chance to speak.
I can kill you with one punch, so why do I let you talk nonsense?
Lin Changan's words caused the man in white to be enraged in an instant. The three long swords behind Chen Qingqiu flew out, like thunder and lightning, killing him and shattering the world.
The disciples behind him were about to say something to praise Chen Qingqiu, but Lin Changan's long fist interrupted everything.
"Don't talk, just get beaten."
The punch exploded, without any delay, it was directly the God of War Secret Art. Xing Tian was possessed by the God of War. The punch exploded with infinite power. All three long swords were shattered. Lin Changan took a step forward and punched Chen Qingqiu with his backhand.
He was knocked back several dozen feet and coughed up blood.
"Boom!"
Lin Changan's figure left an afterimage in the void for an instant. The black halberd in his hand danced and struck down. A disciple was penetrated through the chest, his internal organs slipped out, and his physical body was directly severely injured. The shadow was like a ghost, and once again
Jumping, with the existence of the Void Halberd, traveling through the void is as simple as drinking water and eating.
Lin Changan shuttled among them. The twenty or so disciples were really like trash. They were killed by Lin Changan and could not find their way around.
Because you won't even have a chance to find him. When you are on guard on one side, Lin Changan has already appeared on the other side.
The absolute art of fighting is nothing more than this.
The twenty-five disciples were all defeated in just forty breaths. Each one of them coughed up blood and suffered heavy injuries. Where was Lin Changan? With a cold face, he took out a piece of white cloth and wiped the halberd on the Void Halberd.
The blood stains were slowly wiped away.
Lin Changan still has mysophobia. At least, he has a strong mysophobia about his clothes and utensils.
This scene completely stunned Mu Wanyu and Gu Youran. Although the twenty-five disciples were not strong, they were better in numbers. Even if they crossed one or two realms to defeat their opponents, it would not be enough.
It's difficult, but in front of Lin Changan, he is like a chicken and a dog. Why is this?
"This, why is this?"
Mu Wanyu couldn't understand.
"Because what I am best at is not single killing, but group killing. There are more than twenty disciples, but they can't combine their power into one. Strength is nothing at all. I can defeat one person with one blow, and they don't show any tricks.
With their defensive formation, killing them is like killing a chicken. When you can control every breath of the battle, killing the enemy can only be done with your backhand."
Lin Changan explained calmly.
In the battle just now, every breath and every moment was under his control.
Any disciple's body twist or fighting posture is all under his control, and he can control his power to the extreme perfection. Every time he attacks, he can perfectly injure the disciple among them.
"His fighting is as perfect as art."
The veteran emperor in the sky couldn't help but praise.
Lin Changan made twenty-five strikes within forty breaths. Every time he struck, the force was neither heavy nor light, and it hit those disciples hard enough to be unable to fight back. He did not delay in killing a disciple without losing directly.
He has already arrived in front of another disciple.
This is a state of great success only achieved when one has mastered one's own speed and strength to the extreme.