Seeing Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng step out of the Shuiwan Market, two figures, one fat and the other thin, blocked them.
"It's you?" Chu Yan looked up.
These two people are the yellow-faced monk who was going to sell Chu Yan's bad album before, and the fat monk who was discovered by Chu Yan.
Now looking at the two of them side by side, we can see that Chu Yan’s previous speculation was indeed correct. They were in the same group.
"Do you know them?" Jiang Panmeng looked at the two of them, then looked at Chu Yan, "From their appearance, it seems that the visitors are not good."
Chu Yan was thinking, Jiang Panmeng was a little confused, and the little white pig handsome man didn't know what he thought or expected something at this moment. His eyes looked straight at the two people blocking the road in front of him, and saliva gushed out again.
trend.
"Is there anything?" Chu Yan asked looking at the two of them.
"Bah! Don't ask questions clearly!" The fat monk spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. At this moment, he was not as kind and enthusiastic as he had in the stall before. At this moment, the fat face only had hideousness and resentment, which made people separate.
It’s abominable, “Stop talking nonsense, I’m very unhappy for you to make me feel bad. Today you don’t want to leave here alive.”
The fat monk would take human life as soon as he spoke, which was in line with the nature of a casual cultivator who would kill people if he had a disagreement.
"You want to kill someone?" Jiang Panmeng's eyes narrowed, and his pretty face was filled with evil.
"That's natural." The yellow-faced monk smiled gloomyly at this moment, his long sleeves shook, and suddenly, two large iron hooks with silver light shining fell into his hands.
There was still dark blood stains on the tip of the iron hook. At this moment, a slight tremor made people smell bloody smell.
At this moment, some monks passing by were attracted by the movements here. In just a while, there were actually many passers-by watching.
This fat and thin monk was soon recognized by someone.
"Isn't these two soul-devouring evil spirits? How did these two young people provoke them?"
"The Soul-Devouring Twin Evils, who had gained something from robbing outside the Water Bay Market, was later calmed down for a while. Who did you like again today?"
"These two guys didn't blink without blinking. These two young people fell into their hands, and they would be in trouble."
Many of the scattered cultivators around sighed. It was obvious that the fat and thin monks were notorious, so they all felt that Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng were probably going to be killed.
"So you two are not good people in the past." Hearing the comments of the casual cultivators around him, Chu Yan glanced at the fat casual cultivator.
I originally thought that when I heard about my infamy, these two young men would be scared to their legs, but the fat and thin monks found that the other party did not seem to take them seriously at all.
The other party's calmness made the two monks who were fat and thin felt particularly unhappy.
Especially when there are already people watching, they feel that Chu Yan's attitude at this moment is a provocation and humiliation towards them.
"No one can save you today, you two - dead!" A fierce light flashed in the yellow-faced thin monk's eyes, raised his arm and pointed at Chu Yan.
"If you want to kill someone, don't you care about the market?" Chu Yan turned his head and looked towards the market.
Before, he also saw some casual cultivators who maintained order in the Shuiwan Market.
However, at this moment, the casual cultivators just looked here and glanced at the other side, as if they had seen nothing.
"Don't think that someone will help you. You can't make trouble in the Water Bay Market, but as long as it comes out, they won't care no matter what happens." The fat monk grinned, his arm shook, and suddenly,
A sharp scimitar appeared in his hands, "Or what if you think I'd have to wait for you to come out."
As the sun sets, a scarlet color appears on the surface of the scimitar, which makes people look at it and they can't help but be frightened.
A stream of evil spirit and bloody aura swelled up from the fat monk. The many casual cultivators watching around changed their faces and involuntarily took a few steps back. A hint of fear appeared in their eyes.
Just when the fat monk thought Chu Yan would be intimidated by his aura, he saw a strange smile on his face.
"So that's the case, then I'll feel relieved." At this time, the fat man heard Chu Yan say to him.
An unknown anger instantly burned in the heart of the fat monk.
"Stop being mysterious, go to die!" With a roar, he rushed towards Chu Yan suddenly. The sword in his hand rolled up a bloody storm, like a huge wave of blood, rolling down towards Chu Yan angrily, in an instant,
He was about to swallow him into it and thorn it into pieces.
"Just you?" Chu Yanha let out a long roar and waved his backhand.
Wow!
The monks around him felt a flash in front of him, and the next moment he was horrified to find that a giant sword as big as a door panel appeared in Chu Yan's hand.
The moment the giant sword appeared, the sharpness that burst out was like a shattering, tearing all the blood-colored sword lights into pieces and scattered.
"How could this be--" An extremely fearful feeling instantly appeared in the heart of the fat monk. He looked like thunderous lightning, and in an instant, he cut to the edge of the front of him, his eyes widened, and subconsciously exclaimed in surprise.
Then, then
The next moment, with a sneer, his body was slashed in half by the Breaking Wave Sword.
The corpse divided into two halves, mixed with steaming blood and fell to the ground, the internal organs and intestines, etc., mixed together and sprinkled all over the floor.
"How is that possible!" The thin monk left, seeing this scene, his sallow face turned pale in an instant.
"Why is it impossible?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Chu Yan's voice, which was already ringing in his ears.
At the same time, a powerful airflow was accompanied by.
The thin monk shook his whole body, and subconsciously turned his head. He immediately saw a palm, his five fingers bent, like dragon claws and tiger claws. His aura was fierce and violent, and he became bigger and bigger in his pupils until he was full.
His entire eyeball.
"Turning up!"
Bang!
With a sound of explosion, the thin monk's head was immediately blown by Chu Yan's palm.
The blood, brain plasma, minced meat and bone residue were thick and thick, and they were all spilled out in an instant.
The thin monk's headless body shook twice before falling straight to the ground.
Chu Yan picked up the storage bags on the bodies of the two fat and thin monks, and without looking back, he walked forward directly, leaving everyone with a back view.
At this moment, there was silence around.
The group of casual cultivators who originally thought Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng were dead, their eyes were full of surprise, fear, shock, disbelief, etc., looking at the scene in front of them.
After a while, a sudden scream came from the crowd watching: "Look at that person! His feet! He is flying!"
Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of the man's fingers, and suddenly saw Chu Yan's feet hanging in the air, a distance from the ground, neither too fast nor too slow, and Xingkong walked forward.
"hiss--"
In an instant, the sound of sucking cold air sounded in the scene.