“Buzz…”

The sword intent is overwhelming.

These sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion were now looking at the direction of the Puppet Immortal Sect with a solemn expression.

The second generation of disciples were killed.

This is the first time in the history of the Magic Sword Pavilion, and no wonder they were shocked and angry.

"Chongwu, do you want to have a gamble?" Seeing Luo Yuheng, Ye Xiushi Zhan and others... waiting for him, being driven out by many sword cultivators, Yan Yunshang licked his lips and looked at Yan Chongwu with a smile and asked.

"What are you betting on?" Yan Chongwu frowned and looked at him for some unknown reason and asked.

"Just bet who it is, kill Senior Brother Jiandu..." Yan Yunshang said calmly.

"Where is the bet?" Yan Chongwu was stunned and moved. His senior sister is a famous female wealth god in the Demon Sword Pavilion. Relying on his master's pampering, he often receives some rewards. If he could get some resources from her, even if it was only a little, it would be enough for him to enjoy it for several years...

"The share of the sect in one year." Yan Yunshang stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him.

"how long?"

Swish!

Hearing the words "a share of a year", Yan Chongwu became alert instantly, took a few steps back, kept a distance of five or six meters from her, and refused decisively, saying, "I won't bet."

What a joke.

Lost the bet.

How can I practice this year? He was pitifully poor when he entered the door late, and he was not like Yan Yunshang. He could get rewards from his master every now and then. He was still fighting back with his life. How dare he bet?

"Don't worry, even if you lose the bet, your senior sister won't ask for your pitiful resources." Yan Yunshang gave him a blank look, said unhappy, "I don't like your resources."

"Teacher...Senior sister, I...I am still a child." Yan Chongwu held it in for a long time and said with courage.

What does it mean?

What does it mean to be a child?

Yan Yunshang's pretty face was slightly stiff, and he was stunned for a long time before he could react. He glared at him with a warm expression. Before Yan Chongwu could react, he kicked him in the butt, roared at the top of his lungs, and said, "Get out, even if I am blind, I won't fall in love with you, a little thing. Isn't the elder brother good?"

"Senior sister, what do you want?" Yan Chongwu stood up, rubbed his butt and said aggrievedly.

"Little guy, if you dare to think randomly, I will cut your tongue." Yan Yunshang snorted and said, "Don't you like to cut people into pieces little by little? If you lose, follow me in the future. As long as you are someone you don't like, you can slowly grind her to death. It's too good to be too happy."

"Okay, I'm gambled." Yan Chongwu nodded vigorously. Isn't this kind of thing simple? The many techniques of the Demon Sword Pavilion are mainly for torture and killing, and his soul-breaking sword is one of the best among them. With his current strength, it is easy to scatter a person. He practices to the extreme and can even cut the opponent's life soul into thousands of parts. This is why Yan Bingyun likes to bring him by his side. In the Demon Sword Pavilion, there are very few people who can practice the soul-breaking sword. Although Chongwu is not old, his talent is all on the Soul-breaking Sword.

Keep such people with you.

Don't have to take action on your own.

It will make the opponent creepy...

"You guess one first." Yan Yunshang said lightly.

"I'm gambling with stone battle..." Yan Chongwu gritted his teeth, looked at Luo Yuheng and Ye Xiu and others and sneered, and said, "These people from Xiliang Kingdom have always been insidious and cunning to hide deeply. Before he came in, he questioned the eldest brother several times, saying that he killed Senior Brother Jiandu. I was not surprised at all. It must be this Stone Battle."

"Then I'll bet on the bitch named Luo..." Yan Yunshang snorted coldly and said, "This ugly woman is covered with a veil on her face all day long, more sinister and cunning than the Shi Zhan you mentioned."

"Senior sister, you will definitely lose." Yan Chongwu said confidently.

"fart……"

“…”

Hearing these two people, they were about to start arguing. Yan Bingyun, who was standing at the end, snorted, looked at them with a bad face and scolded, saying, "Have you two made enough trouble?"

The eldest brother is angry...

Both of them closed their mouths with tactfulness, looked around, but didn't dare to say anything.

"Master Yan Shao Pavilion, before the time has come, you will get someone to drive us out. You may not see that this is the ruins of the Immortal Sect, and you will want to break your promise and become fat." Shi Zhan gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Bingyun with great depression and said frustrated.

It's really a bit bullying...

It's not just him.

Man Jiuli also looked sad and angry. The immortal sect was discovered first by them, but now, not only were the people from the Demon Sword Pavilion robbed the magpie's nest, but even 20% of the promised ones would probably break their promise.

"My junior brother Yan Jiandu was killed, and there were still several disciples of the third generation who were not spared..." Yan Bingyun raised his eyelids, ignored their aggrievances and anger, but stared at the eyes of Luo Yuheng Shi Zhan and Man Jiuli and others, and slowly spoke.

"What does this have to do with us..." Shi Zhan frowned. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly woke up. He widened his eyes and looked at Yan Bingyun. Cold sweat flowed out in a flash. He swallowed his saliva with a 'guru' and stuttered, saying, "Yan... Jiandu? Demon... The second-generation disciple of Jian Pavilion was killed in the Immortal Sect?"

Boom!

Everyone was shocked.

The person with the surname "Yan"...

In the Demon Sword Pavilion, this is not an ordinary disciple, but a real second-generation disciple. Who is so bold to be the disciple of that old monster Nascent Soul?

The people from the Juman and Xiliang countries were both in an uproar.

Luo Yuheng and Zhao Guoxian were quite calm and did not reveal their thoughts on their faces. Only Ye Xiu did not even hear what Yan Bingyun said clearly. At this moment, when he saw the mountain of treasure resources beside Yan Bingyun, his eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that if he wanted to plunder it, he would probably not be able to achieve such a big result in just two or three days. He had to be careful of the old monsters who transformed gods and passed the tribulation, and rushed over after hearing the news of the birth of the Immortal Sect.

"So many resources should be enough for me to regain the Nascent Soul." Ye Xiu licked his lips and sighed silently in his heart that the Demon Sword Pavilion is all good people. Without them, these giant Xiliang people would not be so dedicated. Even if they rob them themselves, they would have to search one by one. Now, the Demon Sword Pavilion has finished all these trivial matters.

It also saves him a lot of worry.

This is not a good person, what is a good person?

If the people in the Demon Sword Pavilion know that someone compares them to good people, they don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Chapter completed!