Seeing several monks wearing blue robes walking out of the crowd and facing him from a distance, Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wan Haimen, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

The leader of the Wanhaimen monk is obviously a deacon-level figure in the sect, but his level is not very high, and he is only a minor at the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm.

However, this realm is absolutely unrivaled in a place like Nanyuan County where monks are rare.

This time, Chu Qiangdong ascended the throne to celebrate his 30th anniversary. Because of Chu Xing, Wan Haimen also sent a group of people to congratulate him. At the same time, they also had the purpose of building up momentum for Nanyuan County.

After all, whether it is Nanyuan County or several surrounding counties, the Zhenwu realm is the pinnacle of the realm, and monks are extremely rare.

In addition to this deacon of Wanhaimen, there were about twenty more disciples of the first level of Pulse Condensation Realm who came with him.

The task of these disciples is naturally to be responsible for the security of several important places in the capital of Nanyuan County. For example, tracking Uslanma was one of their tasks.

After all, for Uslanma today, as a monk, she is also one of the most powerful beings in this county.

At this time, a celebration has fallen into complete chaos, and the opponent's strength is obviously at the monk level, so Wan Haimen, who is the current backer of Nanyuan County, must take action.

If the other party is allowed to continue unscrupulously, it will not only slap the face of Nanyuan County, but also the face of Wan Haimen.

"Are you Chu Yan, the former crown prince of Nanyuan County?" This deacon of Wan Haimen is a man who looks to be in his thirties. His face is chiseled, giving people an extremely stable feeling.

This temperament may be one of the reasons why Wan Haimen sent him to Nanyuan County.

Seeing that Chu Yan was also looking at him, Deacon Wan Haimen added: "Wan Haimen, Wang Ningshan."

Seeing that the deacon of Wanhaimen stood up and was a monk whose level was higher than that of Chu Yan, Wuslanma's eyes suddenly showed a worried look.

But her identity at this moment did not allow her to directly help Chu Yan.

Because what she represents at this moment is not only the Persian county, but also the sect to which she belongs.

If she takes action, it might trigger a dispute between the two sects. Not only will she suffer, but even if Chu Yan can escape from here, he may not be able to leave the territory of Nanyuan Commandery safely.

However, when she looked towards Chu Yan at this moment, Uslanma did not see even a trace of solemnity on the other person's face.

The corner of Chu Yan's mouth still had that half-smiling expression, which made people look at him and feel that they couldn't fathom his thoughts.

"The other party is a monk at the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm. Don't look at it as just a small achievement, but you are a full level higher than you..." Just as he was thinking this, a white light suddenly flashed in Wuslanma's mind, and a figure appeared in front of Chu Yan.

What I said to myself in that alley a few days ago.

"Could it be that you were prepared and were wary of Wan Haimen?"

With this thought, the more Uslanma thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

Based on her understanding of Chu Yan, she believed that when Chu Yan was in Suyin Valley, he started to make preparations after learning that his opponent was Wan Haimen.

That's his character.

Thinking of this, Uslanma's heart calmed down slightly, but her eyes remained unblinking as she looked at Chu Yan.

"I don't care about your name, but as long as you are a disciple of Wanhaimen, you must die." Chu Yan suddenly shouted loudly, like a cannonball being discharged, and suddenly accelerated towards Wang Ningshan and all the Wanhaimen.

Haimen disciples rushed over, "Because I know that you are the masterminds behind this!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The ground beneath Chu Yan's feet suddenly exploded and shattered.

His figure compressed the air and even left a long afterimage along the way.

Wang Ningshan's gaze condensed, and a scorching light flashed out of his eyes.

"Stop him!" With a command, Wang Ningshan shook his arm, and immediately grabbed an ice-blue spear from his storage bag and stabbed Chu Yan in the air.

“Break the waves and follow the wind!”

Swish swish swish!

In an instant, the ice blue spear stabbed hundreds of times.

Suddenly, in the void, a series of sharp ice-blue gun lights intertwined into a murderous world, and the humming and trembling sound made people's hearts palpitate, waiting for Chu Yan to rush in.

"You are only at the second level of Pulse Condensation Realm?" In an instant, Chu Yan rushed forward and roared.

"Just a second level of Pulse Condensation Realm?" Hearing his shout, everyone present was stunned. This guy's tone was too loud!

The next moment, Chu Yan stepped forward, waving his arms, and a black spear, like a dragon coming out of the sea, with great power, completely crushing Wang Ningshan, like the black clouds that condensed before the rainstorm, making everyone around him feel divine for a moment.

They were all oppressed and the blood stopped flowing.

"The Sky Soul Locking Gun!"

One spear thrust out, shocking the earth and the earth, and frightened the ghosts and gods into submission.

Crackling!

The icy blue gun light was instantly shattered like glass, exploded into powder all over the sky, swept into the black gun shadow, and was instantly annihilated.

Wang Ningshan's pupils shrank sharply.

The moment Chu Yan made his move, he judged that the opponent was at the first level of Pulse Condensation Realm.

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

The opponent's level was low, but he burst out with powerful power that far exceeded his own.

"not good!"

The moment the gun light was shattered, Wang Ningshan had this idea in his mind.

He hurriedly made an evasive move.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the black gun shadow was so fast that it was indescribably fast. At this time, it had torn through nothingness and shot in front of him.

Wang Ningshan felt that with himself as the center of the circle, the air in an area was completely compressed, forming a vacuum zone and a black hole that swallowed everything.

The next moment, with a swish sound, the soul-locking gun pierced Wang Ningshan's chest, bringing out a large piece of blood plasma and minced flesh. It sprayed out from Wang Ningshan's back like an erupting mountain spring, sputtering out dense radiation on the ground.

Suddenly, the air in the entire square froze.

Everyone felt that their brains were blank.

They all clearly saw that the deacon sent by Wan Haimen this time was shot through by Chu Yan and could not even dodge.

What happened to Chu Yan in the past three years!

Uslanma covered her mouth, her green eyes flashing with disbelief and surprise.

Chu Qiangdong was breathing rapidly, staring at the hole on the back of Wang Ning Mountain. His eyes were red, and his nostrils were opening and closing at a rate visible to the naked eye. Fright, anger, doubt and various emotions were constantly changing on his face.

"This, how is this possible-" Wang Ningshan looked at Chu Yan who was approaching him step by step, and said with difficulty.

He opened his mouth, and thick blood flowed from his mouth. He wanted to raise his hands and legs, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead at the moment, sinking when he moved forward, and he could not move at all.
Chapter completed!