Chapter four hundred and seventieth: The front is arrogant and the back is respectful
Su Yan was on the mountain alone. With his current strength, he could only cross thousands of kilometers when he was walking in the air for only one time. Such a distance was naturally not worthy of his. In just a cup of tea, Su Yan had already arrived at the top of the mountain. Above.
What is amazing is that although this mountain is towering into the clouds, its top is flat and wide, as if it was cut flat by a powerful sword. A flat and wide land suddenly came into view.
On the top of the mountain, buildings rose from the ground, stretching out in a row, with majestic momentum. Coupled with the clouds and mists surrounding the peaks, it makes this place look like a fairyland.
A burst of shouts came out. After this place was opened as the mouth of Ziwei Tian Domain, other functions gradually evolved, such as Ziwei Tian's outer sect, but the difference is that the disciples of this outer sect only practiced some The low-level martial arts circulated from Ziweitian, but even so, countless people still flocked to it, hoping to join the outer sect, which also made the place gradually become lively.
For this so-called outer sect, Ziweitian is just the thought of the janitor, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is a great opportunity. When entering the outer sect, you may see some real disciples in Ziweitian. If you get it, you will get it. A few tips or opportunities to enter Ziwei Tian are a great opportunity.
But Su Yan didn't care much about this outer sect and went straight to the magic circle. Xiao Muxuan had told Su Yan about the location of the magic circle, so Su Yan came here after walking for a while.
A huge square suddenly came into Su Yan's eyes, and in the middle of the square was a large array of complex and obscure patterns, flashing with a faint halo, and powerful spatial fluctuations were transmitted from it.
Su Yan's eyes were burning, he took a deep breath, and then raised his foot and walked inside.
"Who, stop,"
At this moment, a loud shout came, and two tall figures had appeared in front of Su Yan, holding a long sword in his hand, pointing at Su Yan from afar, and his sharp edge flashed.
"Who are you?" Su Yan frowned slightly and asked.
"We are the guards guarding this magic circle. Who are you? How dare you trespass this place? Don't you know where this is?" One of the broad-faced guards shouted.
"I want to go to Ziweitian. This is the only passage. Where can I go if I don't come here," Su Yan said calmly.
"Hmph, where did you come from? You know that this is a passage to the holy land, and you dare to come here. What a holy land of Ziweitian, how could you ordinary people like you enter?"
A sneer came, and a middle-aged man with a dark face had come and looked at Su Yan with contempt.
Because of the movement here, many people came and looked at Su Yan curiously. People knew the dignity of this magic circle, and few people were qualified to step on it. Now someone came, which naturally aroused their curiosity.
Su Yan frowned, and unexpectedly encountered such trouble. He said to the middle-aged man: "I am qualified or not, but you can't say the final word. I advise you to let it go so as not to have some trouble,"
"Oh, you're still excited. You're such an arrogant boy who doesn't know the height of the world. I'm the great deacon of Ziwei Tianwai. Anyone who enters this place must get my consent. What do you think you can, and you dare to enter Ziwei Tian, it's true I've eaten the immortal's courage,"
Living here for a long time, serving Ziweitian, a holy land on earth, these people's hearts have become infected with some arrogance over time. They are above their heads and feel superior. They scold Su Yan wantonly, making fun of themselves as Ziweitian Waimen The power of the disciple.
Su Yan shook his head. He didn't want to have any entanglements with these people. A flash of light in his hand and threw something at the middle-aged man.
"This is a saint of Ziwei Heaven. It has the qualification to enter and exit freely and order the outer disciples, and it is not allowed to be released," Su Yan's voice was angry. This token was handed over to him by Xiao Muxuan, and it is now in use.
Hearing Su Yan's words, the middle-aged man was shocked, and then carefully picked up the token in his hand, looked through it carefully, and his expression gradually subsided.
"I won't let it go," Su Yan shouted in a deep voice, his anger almost erupted.
"You...who knows whether your brand is true or not? You are not a disciple of Ziweitian, how could there be such a thing? I think you clearly want to get involved with Ziweitian's spy." The middle-aged man was unwilling to be in these things. The disciple lost face, and secondly, he was used to being arrogant and shouted.
"Are you looking for death?"
Su Yan's expression suddenly changed and he became angry. A small janitor made things difficult for him five times and his words were so vicious. He was so intolerable.
Su Yan suddenly stepped forward, and with a step, the terrifying aura of the powerful man in the Perfect Realm suddenly burst out, as if a war god suddenly awakened, and the amazing aura spread to the nine heavens and ten earths. Such a power was released, the sky suddenly changed color, the wind and clouds surged, and the mountain peaks were also violent. Shaking and shaking.
"this..."
Such aura emanates. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the strongest middle-aged man can't hold on. He looks pale and kneels down on the ground with a bend. His body is trembling violently, and his sweat beads are as big as beans. Continuously rolling down from the forehead.
Middle-aged people are also masters of Xuanji realm, but they are more than 100,800 miles away from Su Yan.
"You...you are a strong man in the perfect realm," the middle-aged man once felt such power from Elder Ziweitian. He was shockingly moving, and the wind and clouds changed color, so his expression was pale and his eyes were frightened.
"I've been embarrassed and contemptuous again and again, and I'm contemptuous, what do you want," Su Yan sneered, and his momentum was like a mountain crushing towards the middle-aged man.
"puff..."
Not to mention him, even the powerful force in the realm could not bear it. The middle-aged man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground in a mess.
"Yi... the hero stops, the little man is confused for a moment, the lard is confused, he is disrespectful to the hero, and he hopes... he is proud of his actions, and he does not care about the villain's life,"
This middle-aged man is also a backbone-free character. When he saw Su Yan being in a strong position, he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, and his words were extremely pitiful.
"Who took the courage of the immortal?" Su Yan asked with a ridiculous arrogance at first and then respectfully.
"I...I am a villain who has eaten the courage of an immortal, dares to offend you," the middle-aged man was already scared and regretted it to the extreme. How could he provoke such a plague god, Su Yan? He knew very well that Yuanmeng Even in Ziweitian, a super strong man in the realm is an elder-level existence. He is not something that a person like him can provoke, and his life is hard to protect.
"Get out, your eyes lighten up in the future. Hurry up and activate the magic circle and send me in,"
Su Yan was unwilling to spend too much effort with such a small person. He withdrew his momentum and shouted coldly.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
The middle-aged man stood up as if he was amnesty, jogged all the way, helping Su Yan activate the magic circle. After a while, the magic circle began to emit a glimmer of light.