After listening to Bai Wuding’s narration that night, Yan Sanlang showed disbelief on his face: “A scholar is actually a practitioner?”

Bai Wuding patted his chest and assured him that what he said was true.

Yan Sanlang thought it was okay, but he didn't ask Yan Wenkai to take action in advance, otherwise he would have really alerted the enemy.

He looked at Bai Wuding, and a ruthless look flashed by.

Bai Wuding knew that he was going to destroy him, so he quickly thought about how to save his life!

"Do you want to die or be loyal to the Yan family?" he asked.

Bai Wuding didn't expect that this was the choice, and without saying a word, he chose the latter.

Yan Sanlang pulled the flag up, pointed to the peasant ghost that had already emerged, and said, "This is a reward for you."

Bai Wuding was delighted.

Yan Sanlang rushed back to Yan's house overnight and told Yan Weizhuang the news.

Yan Weizhuang is a very burly man with a national character and a powerful face without anger.

He is the father of Yan Wenkai and the other two.

"Kill, you must kill this person!" Yan Weizhuang gritted his teeth. How could he not repay the pain of killing his son?

But what he considered was more.

"Your Majesty is about to make a southern tour and is about to reach this place. And he is a cultivator. If he moves at this time, he will be alarmed by your Majesty. Then my Yan family will be implicated!"

"My grandpa, don't worry, I have achieved success in my studies. The practitioners under the age of thirty in the ancient martial arts world have never been afraid of anyone. I can quietly capture this scholar in front of you and you will deal with it!" Yan Sanlang said confidently.

"Really?" Yan Weizhuang looked at his eyes and nodded slowly.

Yan Sanlang walked out of the room and sneered.

Ao Wu was extremely depressed when he was eating and holding on at the Zhong family.

On this day, someone from the Cheng family came, and Cheng Yaojin asked him to come over.
Chapter completed!