Seeing several monks wearing blue robes walking out of the crowd and facing him from a distance, Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wan Haimen, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
The leader of the monk Wan Hai Sect is obviously a deacon-level figure in the sect, but his realm is not very high, and he is only a minor at the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm.
However, this realm is absolutely unrivaled in a place like Nanyuan County where monks are rare.
This time, Chu Qiangdong ascended the throne to celebrate the 30th anniversary. Because of Chu Xing, Wan Haimen also sent a group of people to congratulate him. At the same time, they also had the purpose of building up momentum for Nanyuan County.
After all, whether it is Nanyuan County or several surrounding counties, the Zhenwu realm is the pinnacle of the realm, and monks are extremely rare.
In addition to this deacon of Wanhaimen, there were about twenty more disciples of the first level of Pulse Condensation Realm who came with him.
The task of these disciples is naturally to be responsible for the security of several important places in the capital of Nanyuan County. For example, tracking Uslanma was one of their tasks.
After all, for today's Uslanma, as a monk, she is also one of the most powerful beings in this county.
At this time, the celebration had fallen into complete chaos, and the opponent's strength was obviously at the monk level, so Wan Haimen, the current backer of Nanyuan Commandery, had to take action.
If the other party is allowed to continue unscrupulously like this, it will not only slap the face of Nanyuan County, but also the face of Wan Haimen.
"Are you Chu Yan, the former crown prince of Nanyuan County?" This deacon of Wan Haimen is a man who looks to be in his thirties. His face is chiseled, giving people an extremely stable feeling.
This temperament may be one of the reasons why Wan Haimen sent him to Nanyuan County.
Seeing that Chu Yan was also looking at him, Deacon Wan Haimen added: "Wan Haimen, Wang Ningshan."
Seeing that the deacon of Wanhaimen stood up and was a monk with a higher level than Chu Yan, Wuslanma's eyes suddenly showed a worried look.
But her identity at this moment did not allow her to directly help Chu Yan.
Because what she represents at this moment is not only the Persian county, but also the sect to which she belongs.
If she takes action, it might trigger a dispute between the two sects. Not only will she suffer, but even if Chu Yan can escape from here, he may not be able to leave the territory of Nanyuan Commandery safely.
However, when she looked towards Chu Yan at this moment, Uslanma did not see even a trace of solemnity on the other person's face.
The corner of Chu Yan's mouth still had that half-smile look, which made people look at him and feel that they couldn't figure out his thoughts.
"The other party is a monk at the second level of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Even though he is just a small achiever, he is still one level higher than you..." Just as he was thinking about this, a white light suddenly flashed in Uslanma's mind, and Chu appeared.
Yan said what he said to himself in that alley a few days ago.
"Could it be that you were prepared and were just wary of Wan Haimen?"
With this thought, the more Uslanma thought about it, the more it seemed possible.
Based on her understanding of Chu Yan, she believed that when Chu Yan was in Suyin Valley, he started to prepare after learning that his opponent was Wan Haimen.
That's his character.
Thinking of this, Uslanma's heart calmed down slightly, but her eyes remained unblinking as she looked at Chu Yan.
"I don't care about your name, but as long as you are a disciple of Wan Haimen, you must die." Chu Yan suddenly shouted loudly, like a shell being discharged, and suddenly accelerated towards Wang Ningshan and the others.
Wan Haimen disciples rushed over, "Because I know that you are the masterminds behind this!"
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The ground beneath Chu Yan's feet suddenly exploded and shattered.
His figure compressed the air and even left a long afterimage along the way.
Wang Ningshan's eyes narrowed, and a scorching light flashed out of his eyes.
"Stop him!" With a command, Wang Ningshan shook his arm, and immediately grabbed an ice-blue spear from his storage bag and stabbed Chu Yan in the air.
“Break the waves and follow the wind!”
Swish swish swish!
In an instant, the ice blue spear stabbed hundreds of times.
In the void, sharp icy blue spear lights suddenly intertwined into a murderous dragnet, and the humming and trembling sound made people's hearts palpitate, waiting for Chu Yan to crash in.
"You are only at the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm?" In an instant, Chu Yan rushed forward and roared.
"Just a second level of Pulse Condensation Realm?" Hearing his shout, everyone present was stunned. This guy's tone was too loud!
The next moment, Chu Yan stepped forward, waved his arm, and used a black spear, like a dragon coming out of the sea. It was so powerful that it crushed Wang Ningshan, just like the black clouds that condensed before a heavy rain. Everyone around him suddenly felt...
The soul was oppressed and the blood stopped flowing.
"The Sky Soul Locking Gun!"
One spear thrust out, shocking the earth and the earth, and frightened the ghosts and gods into submission.
Crackling!
The icy blue gun light was instantly shattered like glass, exploded into powder all over the sky, rolled into the black shadow of the gun, and was instantly annihilated.
Wang Ningshan's pupils shrank sharply.
The moment Chu Yan made his move, he judged that the opponent was at the first level of Pulse Condensation Realm.
But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
The opponent was in a lower realm than himself, but he burst out with powerful power that far exceeded his own.
"not good!"
The moment the gun light was shattered, Wang Ningshan had this idea in his mind.
He hurriedly made an evasive move.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the black gun shadow was so fast that it was indescribably fast. At this time, it had torn through nothingness and shot in front of him.
Wang Ningshan felt that with himself as the center of the circle, the air in an area was completely compressed, forming a vacuum zone and a black hole that swallowed everything.
The next moment, with a swish sound, the soul-locking gun pierced Wang Ningshan's chest, bringing out a large piece of blood plasma and minced flesh. It sprayed out from Wang Ningshan's back like an erupting mountain spring, sputtering out dense radiation on the ground.
Suddenly, the air in the entire square froze.
Everyone felt that their brains were blank.
They all clearly saw that the deacon sent by Wan Haimen this time was shot through by Chu Yan and could not even dodge.
What happened to Chu Yan in three years!
Uslanma covered her mouth, her green eyes flashing with disbelief and surprise.
Chu Qiangdong was breathing rapidly, staring at the hole on Wang Ningshan's back. His eyes were red, and his nostrils were opening and closing in a visible range to the naked eye. Various emotions such as fear, anger, and doubt were constantly changing on his face.
"This, how is this possible?" Wang Ningshan looked at Chu Yan, who was approaching him step by step, and said with difficulty.
As soon as he opened his mouth, thick blood flowed from his mouth. He wanted to raise his arms and legs, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead at the moment, sinking when he moved forward, unable to move at all.
"I, I am... a disciple of the sect..." Looking at Chu Yan who walked up to him, Wang Ningshan spat out the remaining half of his sentence with great difficulty.