Xuan Clan, within the ancestral tower.

Xuan Gu, the leader of the Xuan clan, stood quietly in front of the light curtain. On the light curtain, Yan Lan's huge hand had just disappeared.

The violent momentum seemed to be able to penetrate the light curtain and bombard the heart of Xuangu.

Xuan Gu opened his mouth slightly, his pupils were so intense that he was unbelievable. The deep words came out from his dry lips: "Impossible, Shan Gu suffered an imaginary pain and lost three hundred years of cultivation before he could cultivate the spirit of two lives."

"A hundred years ago, our clan spared no effort to capture the first ancestor of Gangtianmen, and used a secret technique to temper the body strength of an ancestor."

"The integration of Shan Gu's life spirit and Yizu's ancestor flesh and body consumes my great efforts. After the great success, Shan Gu's strength reaches the middle stage of Yiyan's God Dispersion. It is completely easy to deal with the cultivator of the Infant Transformation Stage. How could it be destroyed by Yan Lan's one hand?"

Xuan Gu's pupils burst out with a horror, as if countless brilliances were flashing inside.

"Yan Lan's child's cultivation level had not reached the seven-infant transformation stage one month ago. How could his current strength reach the divine distraction stage? This is simply contrary to common sense. What opportunities did he get?"

A greed light burst into Xuan Gu's eyes, and he then slowly raised his hands.

"Even if Yan Lan's son is so powerful, our clan still has two ways to go!"

Xuan Gu looked at the demon red card in his left hand, then scanned the golden card in his right palm, and seemed to be struggling hard inside.

"These two paths can restore the decline of our tribe, but..."

Xuan Gu narrowed his eyes, closed his hands, and turned around and left.

...

Gangtian Mountain Range, Tiangang Mountain Gate.

Xuanshan was destroyed, and the following ceremony was carried out very smoothly.

The significance of the Gangtian Gate holding a grand ceremony is to show the world that Gangtian Gate will be broken and then established, reborn on the spot, and has not been defeated by the Xuan clan.

It is also to show the Xuan clan that Gangtian Sect is definitely not a weak person. If you want to smooth the edges and corners of Gangtian Sect, you must pay an extremely heavy price.

After a day of lively, as the evening approached, the cultivators began to bid farewell and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, gongs and drums roared over the Gangtian Gate, and the chanting came everywhere, as if the secular market had opened in front of Gangtian Gate.

Yan Lan was sitting in the hall, talking to her friends and senior brothers. She couldn't help but frowned at this moment.

Yan Lan had already noticed the movements and stillness of the outside world since entering the three thousand miles of Gangtian Gate.

At this time, a disciple came to report: "The head of the sect, the ancestor of Zhenshan, Ruifeng, Huagu, and Yimen, everyone was beating drums and drums in front of the gate of our sect, shouting that Junior Brother Yan had killed their heads of the three sects and ordered our sect leader Junior Brother Yan to hand over..."

The Third Ancestor waved his hand and said without caring: "I understand!"

Peng Shan of the Seven Star Sect gritted his teeth and stood up and said, "I knew that these three sects would not give up. Gangtian Sect, these three sects are not weak, and they secretly colluded with the Xuan clan. Now that the Gangtian Sect Mountain Sect has just been established, my Seven Star Sect can help one or two of them, but my sect is as powerful as those three sects, I am afraid it is not as powerful as it is!"

The Third Patriarch smiled and said, "Haha, Brother Pengshan's intentions. I have understood. You are a guest, so how can you let the guest take action?"

As the Third Ancestor said, he stood up: "They were so angry that they wanted Yan Lan. Humph, even if I handed over Yan Lan, they wouldn't have the ability to eat it."

The third ancestor looked at Yan Lan, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Gangtianmen could not hold on to the Xuan clan, but they would not hurt their muscles when dealing with those three factions.

The barefoot old ghost was also slightly angry and said, "My old ghost's disciples are very precious. Yan Lan, Master will help you kill them away."

Yan Lan stood up and smiled and said, "Master, since they called me, I will hand myself over to them and see what they want to do."

After saying that, Yan Lan walked out of the hall.

The monks who were about to leave looked at each other a few times, cursed the three factions for Gangtianmen, and followed them out of the hall with the reason of leaving aid.

In fact, they watch the fun more than help.

However, these people's thoughts on bad things have long been shocked by Yan Lan and dared not resurrect.

Five ancestors, many disciples and cultivators rushed to the square in front of the hall.

Yan Lan looked up and shook her head, "Those who don't know about this situation think that this sect has done something wrong. Some things are really unreasonable, it depends on who has the fist."

It turned out that the people of the three sects were all wearing mourning clothes, carrying coffins, beating drums and drums, crying and robbing, and looking heartbroken.

The five ancestors all had gloomy faces. Today is the auspicious day for the opening of the mountain hall of Gangtianmen. It would be fine if these three factions did not come to congratulate them, but they even turned around and ran over to hug the Xuan clan and helped the evildoer to abuse them.

What's even more annoying is that he could still be shameless afterwards and run to Gangtian Gate like a funeral to ask for an explanation.

When people from the three sects saw Yan Lan and the ancestors leaving the hall, they immediately shouted and scolded him even more fiercely.

"Yan Lan, my Ruifeng Sect is so resentful and resentful to you, you actually kill the head of my sect. I want your life to be worthy of your life!"

"Steal Yan Lan, otherwise we will step on the Gangtian Gate!"

"Yes, step on the Gangtian Gate and kill the Gangtian Gate to avenge our leader!"

“…”

Everyone was furious and drooled, wishing they could eat Yan Lan on the spot.

Yan Lan stepped in the void and walked slowly towards the three sects, saying as he walked: "Everyone, if I took advantage of your ceremony to help your enemies and destroy your sect, how would you treat me?"

Yan Lan's words contained power, which made the world buzz and tremble.

The cultivators of the three sects felt their ears tinnitus and their souls were trembling. They were slightly stunned, and their wails and curses stopped.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "You are Yan Lan's little ghost? What a clever little baby. Our three factions have always been in conflict with the world. How could they cause trouble?"

Another old man shouted: "It is clearly that Gangtian Sect covets the magic weapons of our three sects and wants to seize them. The heads of our three sects are defeated, and they are afraid that the ugly things will be exposed, so they kill people to silence them. How different is this method of evil deeds?"

The woman with a sharp eye also hissed: "The Gangtian Gate cannot deal with the Xuan clan, so she will vent her anger on us. She is simply shameless!"

"If Yan Lan is not dead today, we will never stop with Gangtian Gate!"

"With Yan Lan's life, it is already considered to be the end of the righteousness of the heads of our three sects."

"Yes, but Gangtian Gate must take out half of its foundation as compensation for the losses of our three factions."

"Also, Gangtian Gate must choose three most beautiful women to marry my disciples. It is rumored that Gangtian Gate is called Tongli and Mo Li, three tall female disciples, with a barely good appearance, and only the three of them must follow us today."

“…”

Yan Lan listened quietly, the words of the cultivators of the three sects were more and more outrageous, especially when talking about Tongli and the other three, the murderous intent in Yan Lan's eyes flashed sharply.

In the Gangtian Square, the idle cultivators dared not speak, but they felt sad for the three sects. The people of the three sects must have never seen Yan Lan kill the Gu of Xuanshan. If they had seen him, they would have been away long ago, so how could they dare to say such a crazy saying? (To be continued.)
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