Yan Lan held the thunder sword in his hand, with a strong spirit and a passion. Countless fragments collapsed above his head, but none of them touched him.

It seemed that even if the fragments fell all over the world, they would not dare to fall on his head.

Yan Lan looked down on the Xuanzong people. Previously, they all thought he was a mantisque mantised and arrogant.

But reality slapped everyone in Xuanzong hard.

Xuantong's expression was ashen, and his eyes were filled with fierce light. The endless murderous intent was released without any concealment.

After a moment of joy, the Tiangang Sect cultivator looked solemn again. Because the murderous intent of hundreds of people in Xuanzong even penetrated the protective formation and passed on to everyone.

"If the mountain-breaking seal is broken, how long can the sect protection formation last?"

All the Tiangang Sect cultivators stared at the sect protection array that shone with clear light. Their lives will disappear with the collapse of the array.

Yan Lan can protect him for a while, but how long can he protect him in the future and how much potential can he spend?

Everyone was beating in their hearts. At this moment, it seemed that all hope was placed on that young man.

Xuan Tong was afraid of the thunder sword in Yan Lan's hand. At the same time, Yan Lan's cultivation level reached the seven-generation Yuanying stage. If he wanted to defeat Yan Lan, it would be a huge price. He would not do anything that he was unsure, especially not gambled with his life.

"Yan Lan, you are indeed a little capable. If you break the mountain seal of our sect, you can't afford to pay this price. If you can use the sword in your hand as a bargaining chip for apologizing, I can give you three days to recover your energy, or ask for help, it's up to you. How about it, this transaction is quite cost-effective. If you don't agree, hum, I have many ways to break the formation. I can guarantee that everyone in Tiangang Sect, including you, will not survive today."

Xuan Tong's eyes stared at the Thunder Sword, releasing a strong light of greed.

"Yan Lan. Never believe these bastards. What he said is nothing better than nothing!" Yue Qianchong shouted angrily immediately.

"Yes, do what he said. We will only die faster and more unfairly!" Many disciples said in response.

"I would rather die proudly today than live humbly for three days. We monks have both death and life. From the first day of entering the practice, we have been ready to be martyred at any time." Xi Chen was proud and looked firm.

Yan Lan looked down at the eyes of the people below who were ready to die, as well as his concern and concern for him from the bottom of his heart. He smiled faintly and said to himself: "Don't worry, my fellow disciple, I'm here for a breath, and I won't let Xuanzong hurt us any more."

Yan Lan picked up the Lei Jian with both hands, whipped it gently, and then slowly fell down and walked straight towards Xuantong.

Xuantong's eyes widened wider. Looking at Yan Lan as he was getting closer and closer, his heart suddenly beat hard a few times.

"Ha! How could I be afraid of this little beast, my dignified elder Xi, the Sanding Branch of Xuanzong?"

Xuan Tong let out a saliva, immediately suppressed the tremor in his heart, and stared at Yan Lan coldly.

Yan Lan looked at Xuan Tong's cautious look and chuckled: "You want my sword, I will serve it with both hands, and you can pick it up with your own hands!"

Everyone in Tiangang Sect looked at Yan Lan with a playful look, and suddenly remembered that Yan Lan was the same before. As a result, a powerful man from the Liuyan Yuanying stage of Xuanzong turned into a piece of charcoal after holding the thunder sword.

"Elder Xuantong, you must not hold a sword in your hand. The sword is extremely strange and will die if it touches it."

Several remaining Xuanzong monks shouted loudly within the Tiangang Guarding Sect formation.

Xuantong's eyes narrowed, his expression hesitated, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's true that there is a fraud, Yan Lan, I really shouldn't have regarded you as a child, otherwise I would have lost my life. I don't know how I died."

Yan Lan laughed, the Lei Jian rotated around, held it tightly in his hand, and said, "You are indeed a smart person, unlike some idiots, who knows it is a trap, but they are still jumping in happily. Since I send you the sword to you, you are powerless to get it and you can't blame me. Then, even if I apologize to you, you should fulfill your promise and have a quit for three days!"

Xuan Tong's face darkened again, and he was so angry that his whole body trembled. He spat angrily and scolded: "What a shameless little beast. Today, even if I am said to be without trust, I will kill the entire Tiangang Sect. Everyone obeys the order and uses their own means to break the formation of the protector. Whoever breaks it will be rewarded."

Immediately, hundreds of Xuanzong people scattered everywhere, activate various powerful magic weapons and magic weapons, and bombarded the sect protection formation unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the clear light of the protective sect formation flickered, its shape distorted, and it was shaking.

The Tiangang Sect's hearts were shocked and their expressions were solemn. They all raised their magic swords and prepared for the battle.

Seeing this, Yan Lan looked cold and resolute, and Xuantong's aura locked him tightly, obviously stopping him from interfering with the Xuanzong people breaking the formation.

"Xuanzong, it's too much to deceive others!"

Yan Lan roared, and a ball of light shot out at his fingertips, flew up to the sky a hundred feet above, bursting out, emitting dazzling light.

Suddenly, thousands of feet away, powerful auras rushed over.

Everyone in Tiangang Sect and everyone in Xuanzong were shocked. This fluctuation clearly contained the aura of a strong man.

"Haha, I feel so uncomfortable. I can finally show up. Today, I want to make you lose all your descendants."

A sound surged, filled with anger and resentment.

Immediately, a tall figure appeared, and it was Hu Rong.

Beside Hu Rong, the sword is flat, the old man with dry leaves, and the old man Ma comes in the air. Behind him, he follows more than a hundred monks with great momentum.

Yan Lan smiled and looked at Hu Rong and his group walked towards him. After a few days, their cultivation level was improved by the help of the elixirs he gave. The sword Pingchuan reached the Five-Yin Yuanying stage, and Hu Rong and Kuye Laoren both reached the Four-Yin Yuanying stage.

Yan Lan's eyes focused on Mr. Ma. Before, he could not see through Mr. Ma's cultivation, so he had to estimate that his cultivation level reached the Five Derivatives and Six Derivatives Yuanying stage. At this time, his cultivation level and soul level had major breakthroughs. He could already detect the fluctuations in Mr. Ma's secret cultivation level.

"In the late stage of the Eight-Yan Yuanying Stage, Ma Lao's cultivation is so powerful, even more powerful than Xuantong. He is truly the elder of the Xuanzong headquarters." Yan Lan was secretly surprised.

After a while, more than a hundred Xuanmiao clerks, led by Hu Rong and the other four, broke into the Xuanmiao crowd without any fear and came to Yan Lan.

"Meet the leader!"

Ma Lao, Jian Pingchuan, Hanye Lao Man, Hu Rong immediately knelt on one knee in the void and worshiped the Word respectfully.

Everyone behind them also shouted loudly, knelt half-kneeling, with respectful expressions.

They had already heard of how the four old men in Ma were exaggerating the feat of Yan Lan to destroy the eight divisions of Xuanzong's first divisions, and they felt infinite worship of Yan Lan. At this time, many people saw Yan Lan for the first time, and they found that Yan Lan was actually a 16 or 17-year-old boy, and they were even more shocked.

However, no one dares to contempt. After all, even Mr. Ma who has reached the eighth Yuanying stage of cultivation is respectful. No one among them is higher than Mr. Ma.

Yan Lan let out a heavy breath, stretched out a hand, and smiled and said, "Brothers, please get up!"

"Thank you, leader!"

More than a hundred monks from the Xuanmie League stood up in unison, with a strong aura and neat manner.

"What, leader? When did Yan Lan become the leader?"

At this moment, both the Tiangang Sect cultivators and the Xuanzong people stopped their movements, stared at Yan Lan in a daze, and rolled their throats a few times. (To be continued.)
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