Leng Chuan's heart suddenly felt bitter. He was completely defeated by Yan Lan. Yan Lan did not use any tricks and shot him down with his true strength.

"Keep your word? Do I have any other choice?"

Leng Chuan smiled bitterly, snorted softly, then stood up, raised his head and stared at Yan Lan, and said solemnly: "A true man, once you say something, it will naturally count. Isn't it just kneeling in front of the Eighth Patriarch Taoist Temple for three days? What's so difficult about that?"

After saying this, Leng Chuan got up with an angry roar, staggered towards the sky, landed in front of the Barefoot Old Ghost Taoist Temple, and made a gesture of kneeling down.

Suddenly, Leng Chuan felt a soft energy coming from his knees, slowly lifting him up.

Leng Chuan raised his eyes, and the voice of the barefoot old ghost came from the Taoist temple: "Leng Chuan, young people have impulses, and you are no exception. Old ghost, I was just like you at the beginning. We are all under the same sect.

, one glory and one loss

We are all in harm's way. Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, you and I should put all our thoughts on how to resist the Xuan clan. You are injured, so seize the time to recuperate. When the time comes, fighting the enemy with all your strength will be the best thing for me.

Way to apologize. Go ahead!"

The barefoot old ghost's voice was loud, obviously for the ears of all the disciples watching the battle.

Leng Chuan pursed his lips and felt another warm energy blending into his Dantian. This energy was sent by the old ghost.

Leng Chuan still had complaints in his heart. Faced with this scene, he gritted his teeth and cupped his hands and said: "The Eighth Patriarch taught you rightly. I must keep it in mind. It was the disciple who made trouble unreasonably. Thank you to the Eighth Patriarch for your magnanimity."

After saying that, Leng Chuan ran away quickly without looking back.

After flying for more than a hundred miles, Leng Chuan felt his breath was unsteady. His head sank and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, Fan Zhu and the others arrived in time and pulled him back with force.

Fan Zhu and the other three were silent, not daring to ask about Leng Chuan's condition. They just continued to instill spiritual power into Leng Chuan.

Leng Chuan calmed down, sighed, and said: "I didn't expect Yan Lan to be so powerful. If he hadn't been my fellow junior brother, I would have tried every means to get rid of him. Now it seems that no matter how much resentment I have, I can't get rid of him."

You have to keep it in your heart, because those bastards from the Xuan clan are even more hateful than Yan Lan."

Fan Zhang nodded and said: "Yes, there were several times. Some old thieves from the Xuan Clan almost killed us. Our sect and the Xuan Clan have been incompatible with each other for a long time. I didn't expect that this time, the two sides would get into trouble.

With such cruelty, I'm afraid the Xuan clan won't let it go."

Chu Zhu said: "It's strange. The Xuan clan has been very peaceful these past few days. The more this happens, the more uneasy I feel."

Leng Chuan hummed: "If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. What are you afraid of? Isn't there Yan Lan? He has the ability to kill ancestor-level figures. Then he can stand on top of us. Let's go,

It's better for us to live a quiet life, and Master is not here. Who wants to take care of us?"

Yuan Quan looked at Leng Chuan, who was still unconvinced, and shook his head slightly. Leng Chuan held a grudge. The conflict between him and Yan Lan might not be easily resolved. In fact, Leng Chuan still urgently hoped in his heart that the powerful Xuan clan would eradicate Yan Lan as soon as possible, and finally,

It's a lose-lose situation.

In fact, Leng Chuan had exactly this idea. Outside, the people riding on his head were all dead. Within the sect, he couldn't get rid of Yan Lan, and he hated the Xuan clan, and he just wanted them to kill each other.

…

When Yan Lan saw Leng Chuan still leaving angrily, he didn't take it to heart. There was nothing to waste on such a person.

When the disciples around him saw that the situation was calm for the time being, they dispersed in whispers to each other.

Some of the disciples came to Laogui Taoist Temple respectfully, greeted Laogui, and gave him some elixir gifts. They exchanged greetings for a long time before leaving.

These disciples were also extremely polite to Yan Lan, and exchanged ideas with Yan Lan on the way of cultivation. They also spoke highly of Yan Lan without hesitation.

In fact, these people are really smart people. They have seen Yan Lan's extraordinary ability and know that Yan Lan will one day become the leader of the Gangtian Sect. It is better to please and make friends now than to get close later, and it is more natural and appropriate.

Yan Lan knew what these people were thinking, but no matter whether they were hypocritical or sincere, at least they had no enmity with him and the old ghost, so he greeted them with a smile and agreed.

After seeing off all the visiting disciples, the old ghost temple returned to its former peace.

However, the other branches of Gangtianmen were not calm. News of the battle between Yan Lan and Lengchuan spread like a storm within Gangtianmen.

"You didn't go to the top of the Eight Ancestor Mountain just now. Leng Chuan took Fan Zhan and the others to provoke the Eight Ancestors. As a result, he competed with Yan Lan and was defeated in one move without allowing Yan Lan to use the sword behind his back. Then

The scene is really magnificent.”

"How is it possible, even... even Senior Brother Leng is not a match for Junior Brother Yan? This..."

"I really didn't expect that Junior Brother Yan Lan would have such tyrannical strength without using the sword behind him. No wonder a group of elders from the Xuan Clan decided to capture Yan Lan alive."

"Hey, I was still hoping that if Yan Lan encountered misfortune one day, the sword behind his back would be passed on to me. Now it seems that his fate is really tough, so I can only fantasize about it!"

"Listening to what you said, I really hope that the Xuan Clan will do it again so that I can experience Junior Brother Yan's extraordinary magical powers!"

"..."

The exaggerated discussions did not become silent until night fell.

In the old ghost Taoist temple, Yan Lan removed his hands from the barefoot old ghost's back, clapped his hands gently, raised his eyebrows and said, "Master, how do you feel? Do you feel refreshed and relaxed?"

The barefoot old ghost shook his head and smiled, stood up from the futon, patted his body, and said with a smile: "Haha, I have all the feelings you mentioned, old ghost. The energy you release is simply the holy power of healing! I am touched by you.

After repairing it for most of the day, my injuries have fully recovered. After another three days of meditation, I will definitely be able to return to my peak condition. Hahaha, Shi Xu, come in!"

Hearing this, Tong Xing, Shi Xu and Bei Feng pushed the door open and entered. The three of them were protecting Yan Lan and the barefoot old ghost.

Now under the old ghost sect, the little lunatic has gone to look at the Gui Mountain to seek the soul-melting flower for Gao Gao. Xi Chen and Mo Li are in the mysterious ancient burial space, and they don’t know when they will be able to come out. Only the four of Yan Lan are left.

It seems a little deserted.

"Congratulations, Master, on your recovery!"

The three of them, Tong Yi, all said with smiles on their faces.

The barefoot old ghost patted Yan Lan on the shoulder, nodded happily and said: "Oh, God has treated me well. In the past, old ghost, I always thought that I could only take in one disciple in this life. In this Taoist temple, I will

It's deserted, and I, the old ghost, will die alone. I never thought that with this old bone, I could still get outstanding disciples like you. Haha, my old ghost, I really didn't live in vain."

Tongzhi looked at Yan Lan softly and said with a smile: "Master, this is all the result of Junior Brother Yan, we can only talk to you!"

The barefoot old ghost waved his hand and said: "You are all my good disciples who cannot be separated. Come, come, sit down, and the old ghost will take this opportunity to teach you about my thousands of years of enlightenment."

When Yan Lan heard the words, he immediately concentrated and meditated. Although he had all kinds of great opportunities, and even the Holy Secret of the Supreme Way of Pregnancy and Spirituality provided him with insights, he had to rely on himself to find out in the end. The barefoot old ghost had been practicing for thousands of years, and he could not comprehend it for more than ten years.
Chapter completed!