A hundred miles away from Gangtian Gate, Yan Lan stopped.

Behind Yan Lan, the thirty monks looked different, and they could not guess Yan Lan's thoughts.

In the Gangtian Gate, as Yan Lan expected, all the ancestors had already noticed his traces, but the four ancestors had a disagreement on how to "welcome" him.

The Fifth Ancestor had a very good face. Yan Lan led thirty cultivators here this time, as if he was showing off his might to the Gangtian Sect. He immediately wanted to take action personally to capture Yan Lan. He was the most intolerable person who violated the majesty of the sect.

The Sixth Patriarch was cautious. He advocated keeping his troops in motion and watching Yan Lan's actions in peace.

The old Taoist who bare his chest always believed and half-doubted about Yan Lan. He could not believe that Yan Lan would do something to kill the ancestor. If it weren't for the death of the Fourth Ancestor, he would definitely not believe it.

Therefore, the old Taoist who bare his chest believes that Yan Lan should be given an opportunity to explain, rather than seeing Yan Lan, it is like a great enemy, and he is extremely hated.

The barefoot old ghost could not help but want to leave the sect and went to find Yan Lan. However, his injuries had not healed, and the other three ancestors firmly opposed him to make a move alone.

At the end of the stalemate, the four ancestors compromised with each other and waited for Yan Lan to take the initiative to approach the sect.

Yan Lan stopped a hundred miles from Gangtian Gate. The four great ancestors and more than thirty disciples were already standing in front of him, all staring at him.

Yan Lan swept through the crowd slightly, and finally his eyes fell on the barefoot old ghost. He clearly felt that the old ghost was ill and was not as strong as before, and it was obvious that he was injured.

The barefoot old ghost looked at Yan Lan from a distance, his face full of smiles. As long as his little disciple was safe and sound, he would feel relieved.

The barefoot old ghost's eyes also fell on the ancient thunder pledge behind Yan Lan, and his brows were slightly condensed. He felt that Yan Lan's murder of the ancestor should have been caused by the sword behind Yan Lan. But what he couldn't understand was that since Yan Lan could not control this sword, why did he have to carry it behind him?

Yan Lan sighed slightly in his heart and said to the cultivators behind him: "You wait here and remember that they are all from Gangtianmen, Yan's master, ancestor and senior brother and sister. No matter what happens next, you must not do it, just watch quietly."

The cultivators nodded slightly. In fact, even if they wanted to take action, they would definitely not be the opponents of the four ancestors. They were even more confused about Yan Lan's words.

Yan Lan took a deep breath, stepped on the void, and slowly walked towards the barefoot old ghost.

Yan Lan moved his footsteps, and the disciples of Gangtian Sect were immediately in a state of turmoil. Most of the disciples' eyes flashed with strong vigilance and hostility.

"The evil disciple who killed the ancestor dared to return to the sect with great courage. He despises this sect."

"Either get out. Or kill, those who violate my Gangtianmen's majesty must not be tolerated."

"I wasted my admiration for Yan Lan at the time, but I didn't expect that he was a rebellious person. I was really blind."

"Master, my disciple requests to get out the sword to eliminate the evil disciples for this sect."

“…”

Yan Lan listened to the hustle and bustle of more than 20 disciples of Gangtian Sect, and his lips were tightly pursed and his eyes were firm.

He is not a bad disciple of the ancestor killer, he is open-minded and has a clear conscience.

The Fourth Patriarch was greedy and framed him, and designed to rob him of the ancient thunder punishment, but he was defeated by the ancient thief. Everything was beyond his control.

Those disciples who were panting were stopped by the four ancestors.

All the cause and effect have not yet been revealed. Perhaps the truth is not what everyone sees.

Yan Lan spent a stick of incense and walked to the barefoot old ghost. His eyes were without any resentment. The old ghost was as clear as Qingxuan to him.

"Disciple Yan Lan, pay homage to Master Lao Gui, pay homage to the three ancestors, and meet all the senior brothers and sisters."

Yan Lan respectfully held her fists and said generously.

The barefoot old ghost took a deep breath and looked at Yan Lan with a smile, feeling deeply moved.

When they rushed to the deserted ghost slope, they were determined to win. But now, their master and disciple are so embarrassed that they can't help but sigh.

The Fifth Patriarch waved his sleeves and snorted: "What a Yan Lan, what a master, do you do well, are you worthy of the old ghost's efforts to you?"

The Sixth Patriarch narrowed his eyes and said, "Yan Lan, why did you attack the Fourth Patriarch? Is there any hidden truth?"

He said with his chest bare hands: "Maybe, the problem lies with the sword behind Yan Lan."

The barefoot old ghost shook his head and sighed: "You three old monsters, don't guess Yan Lan. The old ghost knows a lot about his character. Some things may not be a good thing to say. The old ghost dares to guarantee this old life, and Yan Lan will never be at fault."

A black-clad disciple stood up immediately and said angrily: "Eighth Patriarch, don't be bewitched by Yan Lan. I have seen it with my own eyes that Yan Lan killed my master, and you have also witnessed it with your own eyes. The disciples want to avenge their master and kill Yan Lan himself. No one of you can stop him."

With a "shock", the black-clothed disciple's magic sword was unsheathed, and a huge sword intent immediately enveloped Yan Lan.

Yan Lan didn't care, and even his eyes didn't shift. He always looked at the barefoot old ghost with a smile, looking at the old man who trusted him extremely.

"Master, you are haggard!"

Yan Lan ignored the cover of the angry sword intent and took another step forward. Only three feet away from the old ghost.

"Yuan Quan, stop!"

Just when the sword light was only three feet away from Yan Lan, the Fifth Ancestor shook his head and sighed, and then he waved his robe and dispersed all the sword lights of Yuan Quan.

"Fifth Ancestor, why did you stop me?"

Yuan Quan looked angry and gritted his teeth and shouted.

The Fifth Patriarch waved at Yuan Quan and said, "You retreat first. It will not be too late to make a decision after confirming that Yan Lan is right or wrong."

The barefoot old ghost said to Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, what do you want to say? As long as it can be made public, you can say it. Don't worry who will wrongly accuse you."

Most of the disciples dared to be angry but not speak out at this time. Because Yan Lan was protected by the barefoot old ghost, the other three ancestors had to give the old ghost face and did not dare to move Yan Lan.

"Hmph, I want to see how this evil disciple of the ancestor killed his ancestor can speak loudly about the lotus and make up his own words."

"No matter how he quips, he will definitely not change the fact that he killed the Fourth Patriarch."

"Without the protection of the Eighth Patriarch, Yan Lan's son is nothing more than here."

"It is said that Yan Lan is a meticulous work of the Xuan clan, lurking in this sect just to subvert it. If he doesn't kill him, it will be difficult for heaven to tolerate it."

“…”

Listening to the lowly scolding, even Kuang Yuanwu and Lan Tianzong frowned, and some of their original favorable feelings for Yan Lan were gradually disappearing.

Maybe not long after, they will hate Yan Lan and can't help but take action to kill him.

Yan Lan stretched out his hand, gently pulled the barefoot old ghost's left hand, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the shocking scars, his heart twitched suddenly.

"Master, these scars are left behind by the Eighth Elders and the Ninth Elders of the Xuan Clan?"

Yan Lan said as she said, her fingertips flashed with golden Buddha power, and gently tapped the old ghost's wrist meridians. Suddenly, a golden light wandered around the old ghost, repairing her still stubborn injuries.

The barefoot old ghost was slightly surprised and then smiled and said, "Haha, it's so small injury. Oh, I'm old, I'm old and can't beat the two old guys of the Xuan clan with one against two. It's so embarrassing!"

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly froze and said solemnly: "Why is Master embarrassed? The one who is embarrassed should be the disciple."

Then, Yan Lan said with a sharp and proud voice: "My master once protected me, taught me the way of cultivation, and helped me understand the truth. Be a teacher for one day and be a father for life. Whoever dares to touch my master and kill my relatives and friends will end up like this."

Yan Lan waved his right hand and suddenly dozens of corpses were placed in front of everyone.

One of the corpses had a scar on the eyebrows, which made all the Gangtianmen's people change their expressions drastically, and deep down, they immediately burst into unparalleled horror. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!