Finally, there are three breaths.

Yu Zhiyin was already overjoyed, took a deep breath, ready to make a loud sound to announce the results of the competition, and slowly raised his right hand and made the final move.

The old ghost barefoot, the old Taoist who bare his chest, Zheng Sheng Zhi De, She Wusheng and others began to tremble all over, rolling their throats from time to time, and their mood became more and more anxious as time passed.

Lu Shang and Long Niu gradually became uneasy.

The noise of monks around him was even more intense.

Wan Huichou is still tasting fragrant tea leisurely and freely. Only when Yan Lan's big troubles can he rest assured.

The old gambling ghost Tao Jintu shook his huge belly and walked towards Wan Huichou with a satisfied smile on his face.

Jian Feixian, Lian Wutian, Lun Butler, Qingzhu Gong, Qing Laifeng were all full of excitement, especially Qing Laifeng, and his heart was extremely happy.

There are two more breaths left.

Yu Zhiyin looked solemn, and had already thought of what he would say next.

"Yan Lan..."

The barefoot old ghost's voice was sad. If it weren't for the occasion, he would have been crying.

Yan Lan's relatives and friends were in a low mood. They knew that if Yan Lan did not show up within a hundred breaths, Yan Lan would be finished.

The old Taoist with his chest bare chest couldn't help but say, "Yan Lan, I know you like to keep it in the air. Don't scare us this time!"

Qing Laifeng cursed viciously in his heart: "Damn it, it's better to scare your whole family to death."

There is still one more breath.

Yu Zhiyin's right hand was raised above his head.

All monks held their breath.

Suddenly, a wave occurred in front of Mu Rongguang, as if a stone had hit the calm lake.

A figure suddenly appeared, slender, arrogant and majestic.

"Yan Lan... Haha, Yan Lan is fine, he is fine, this little guy..."

The barefoot old ghost seemed to be a lit second-footed firecracker, and immediately jumped three feet high on the spot and shouted excitedly.

"Ah, it's really Boss Yan Lan!"

Lu Qian rubbed his eyes hard, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble because he was too excited.

Long Niu touched Longjiao and said, "Yan Lan, this guy, is really good at showing off, and almost scared me."

Ziyi hugged Zilin tightly, smiled and said softly, "I knew my brother was fine."

Zi Lin struggled hard and roared: "Yi, be gentle, I'm in a state of cuteness now. You are so strong, don't live, I'm strangled to death by you."

Zi Yi smiled, quickly stroked Zi Lin's fluff and said, "How could you be that delicate?"

Zilin laughed and said, "It is said that if someone is a little weak, there will be someone who will love me. I look fierce every day, who will love me?"

Zi Yi said: "Brother must be spoiled you."

Zi Lin raised his head and said, "It's worth Lan to spoil me. Humph, you will spoil me in the future."

Zi Yi pinched Zi Lin's neck and said, "Okay, okay, pamper you, love you, okay. Brother is fine, it's okay, I think you are proud."

Zi Lin curled his lips and said, "Nonsense, Lan and I have integrated strength, and both prosper and both prosper and lose. Of course, I am proud of Lan. Look at you, aren't you laughing at you?"

The forbidden birth and attack, the abstinence of Wusheng, the snow of the murmur, the ferry sea, the lone wild goose, Chu Renkuang and others, although their identities are not low, they can't help but exclaim Yan Lan's name.

Broken rice Jinghong took a deep breath, as if she had expected it, and her mood was better than others.

The Buzhen Immortal shook his head with a smile, and a warm light flashed in his eyes.

As for Fan Lan, Nan Tuotian, Pengshan, Fang Chengwang, Gou Mu and others, they were even more excited and emotional. At this moment, Yan Lan's image in their minds became even more like a god and almost immortal.

Yan Lan was not dead, and some were ecstatic, so naturally some were shocked and sad.

"Bang..."

The teacup in Wan Huichou's hand fell to the ground and immediately shattered. The fragrant tea splattered everywhere, and even the hem of his clothes was soaked. He didn't care.

Wan Huichou said in horror: "How is it possible, how can Yan Lan not die? Under the Hunyuan Qiankun Umbrella, a cultivator in the second level of realm will surely die. How can he not die? Could he be an awesome power in the destiny of the heavenly Nirvana? It is impossible, completely impossible. Even if I believe that he has a treasure to protect the destiny of the heavenly Nirvana, I do not believe that his cultivation has entered the destiny of the heavenly Nirvana."

Qing Zhugong's smile instantly froze on his face, and the smile and shock merged together, just like a high-quality meat crumb being kneaded in the soil, which seemed extremely embarrassing and ridiculous.

Jian Feixian and Lian Wu Tianru were struck by lightning and were stiff all over.

A moment ago, the two of them were still fantasizing about how to celebrate Yan Lan's death.

At this moment, Yan Lan's appearance completely shattered their beautiful dreams.

Jian Feixian murmured: "My feeling is right. This little bastard cannot die easily. It seems that only the real Nirvana-retreat power can kill this son."

Lian Wutian's body trembled slightly and said, "Yan Lan's strength is beyond imagination. Today, Yan Lan will not die, and we are not far from the end of the world."

Jian Feixian said coldly: "After we are the master of the Pavilion. Even if Yan Lan is crazy, he will not dare to openly kill us. Otherwise, the Dan Alliance and the Sword Alliance will never give up. Any move of Yan Lan may lead to a battle between the three alliances."

Butler Lun was so scared that he took three steps back, and then his face became distorted.

Qinglaifeng was like five thunders thunder, his heart was raging, his mouth was trembling constantly, and he said incoherently: "Yan... Yan Lan is not dead, he is not dead, how can I live? How can I live? No, he must die, he must die..."

The old gambling ghost Tao Jintu was about to congratulate Wan Huichou and raise his relationship by the way.

But at this moment, Tao Jintu's fat body instantly collapsed on the ground, staring at Yan Lan in despair, and screamed: "Spirit Stone, my spirit stone, my more than 800 million spirit stones, that is all my wealth. It's over, how can I live in the future? Yan Lan, you pay me for the spirit stone..."

Tao Jintu suddenly had a distorted look, jumped up, and was about to pounce on Yan Lan.

A force exploded from the mechanism beast, like a sharp arrow shooting towards the birds in the sky.

"Well……"

Tao Jintu let out another scream and fell from mid-air.

The monks around him avoided Tao Jintu far away, and no one helped him up, and there was even no one to help him speak.

Everyone looked at Tao Jintu with disgust.

"I am obsessed with money, and I dare to do anything randomly at this time, I'm simply looking for death!"

"This guy hasn't done anything good on weekdays, and now he has finally received retribution."

“…”

The monks near Tao Jintu all mocked and insulted each other in a deep voice.

Tao Jintu looked pale and lay flat on the ground. Although he was injured and could not die, he had no strength to cry. He had to stare at the sky with his eyes, and his thoughts were gone.

Kongjie Sword raised his eyes and looked at Yan Lan from afar, with a complicated expression.

Mu Rongguang was shocked, and the void retreated a thousand feet, murmured: "Impossible, Yan Lan cannot live? At that moment, I clearly saw him being swallowed by the Hunyuan Qiankun Umbrella. Even if he is not dead for the time being, he should be sealed by the Hunyuan Qiankun Umbrella."
Chapter completed!