"Well, they are all disciples of the Yanlong Sect. Is this right?"
Deacon Feng pursed his lips, but what he received was Lin Yan's cold gaze.
After swallowing, Deacon Feng put away what he wanted to say and could only lower his head and obey.
There was no strange look on Zhang Yifeng's face, and he led Nanfeng to the side.
After a while, all the monks in the inn were called down by Qinghuang and gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the inn.
When Lin Yan saw that everyone was here, he nodded slightly and hummed.
"It seems that everyone is here. In that case, I have a question to ask all of you. If no one answers, then you can't even think of leaving today."
Lin Yan glanced coldly at the group of monks who were forcibly driven down, and said with a look of disdain on his face.
"The people of Yanlong Sect are a little too arrogant!"
Just when Lin Yan was about to ask a question, a monk wearing a green gown walked out of the crowd, stood up and followed out four monks in the same clothes.
"People from the Qinghai Sect? Tsk, tsk, you still dare to be arrogant in the territory of our Yanlong Sect?"
Lin Yan saw the identities of these people at a glance, sneered and looked down at them.
"So what if it's your Yanlong Sect's realm? Our Qinghai Sect is equal in size to your Yanlong Sect, so you still dare to kill us?
Get out of my way quickly, otherwise you won’t regret it when our Qinghai Sect’s troops come to attack!”
The green-robed monk shouted angrily, trying to scare Lin Yan away.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yan actually silently moved out of the way. Seeing this, the monk in green shirt became more confident and called the juniors behind him to walk out of the inn.
However, when he came to Lin Yan's side, a cold light suddenly flashed across, and a long sword exuding a burning aura pierced the green-robed monk's neck.
Withdrawing the long sword, Lin Yan shook off the blood stained on the sword and looked at the green-robed monk who fell stunned.
"You're a loser who's seeking your own death, do you really think I'll let you go?"
The monk in green shirt whose neck was pierced was not completely dead yet. He desperately covered the wound on his throat with his hands, but he could not stop the flow of blood.
Lin Yan looked at him coldly, and stabbed the monk in blue with the long sword in his hand, directly ending the life of the monk in green shirt.
A ball of fire exploded from the sword, directly devouring the green-robed monk's body.
"Let's do it."
Lin Yan said with a cold expression, and immediately the figure of Deacon Feng flashed beside him, and several sword lights flashed across the inn.
When Deacon Feng's figure returned to his original position, the Qinghai Sect monks had already fallen down, covering their necks.
From the beginning to the end, none of the monks in the inn, except Zhang Yifeng, noticed Deacon Qingfeng's actions.
This man does indeed live up to his name, he moves his hands like a gust of wind.
"Now, does anyone want to leave?"
Lin Yan swung the long sword in his hand, and several balls of fire covered the bodies of these Qinghai Sect monks, burning their bodies into ashes on the ground.
The people watching nearby looked at Lin Yan killing these Qinghai Sect monks with just a few words, and all of them had angry expressions on their faces.
But what was surprisingly consistent was that none of these people dared to take another step forward.
"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?"
Lin Yan said calmly, and the sword in his hand turned into aura and fell into his fingertips.
Known as the Blade Twins of the Flame Dragon Sect, it is certainly impossible for him to only use a crossbow. It is just that he is slightly less talented than his brother in swordsmanship.
"Now, you can tell me, does anyone know anything about the Demon Cult?"
Lin Yan's indifferent eyes swept over the faces of the monks gathered on the first floor of the inn, quietly waiting for someone to stand up and answer.
"If no one answers my question, none of you will be able to leave this inn after one stick of incense."
After Lin Yan finished speaking, he motioned to the disciples beside him to light the prepared incense candles.
Time passed bit by bit, but no one in this group of monks came forward to answer Lin Yan's question.
Because they didn't know anything about demonic religion at all, despair flashed in their eyes as they looked at the burning incense candles.
Qinghuang and his waiters stood beside Zhang Yifeng, looking at the incense candles burning faster and faster, with a sense of determination in his eyes.
No matter what, he couldn't let Zhang Yifeng die because of him.
After thinking about it, Qinghuang decided to step forward and die.
Zhang Yifeng saw what Qing Huang was thinking, and quietly stretched out his hand to hold the corner of Qing Huang's clothes.
"Don't be anxious, just wait and see what happens. Even if you admit your identity as a demon cultivator when you go out now, the outcome will not change at all."
Zhang Yifeng used his spiritual consciousness to whisper in Qinghuang's ear that even if Qinghuang showed up on his own initiative, Lin Yan would not let everyone in the inn go.
Instead, they would riot on the spot and kill everyone in the inn.
After hearing Zhang Yifeng's persuasive voice in his ear, Qinghuang pursed his lips but stopped moving.
Time passed bit by bit, and Lin Yan looked at the half-burned incense candle with a look of impatience on his face.
Anyway, he never thought that there really were demon cultivators among this group of people. In this case, he might as well just follow his original intention.
With a cold snort, Lin Yan raised his finger and shot out a bit of sword energy from his fingertips, cutting off the burning incense candle.
"It seems that you are ready to fight to the end. If this is the case, then don't even think about getting out alive, just die here!"
Lin Yan's eyes flashed coldly, and he turned around and shouted to the Yanlong Sect disciples outside the inn.
"This group of people ignores the majesty of the Yanlong Sect and actually wants to resist stubbornly. They will all be punished as members of the Demon Sect. Let me kill them!"
As soon as Lin Yan gave the order, the Yanlong Sect disciples outside the inn rushed forward and rushed into the inn.
Lin Yan and Deacon Feng watched all this with cold eyes, turned around and walked out of the inn.
Deacon Shan and Deacon Lie, who were sitting at the wine table, saw anger flashing in their eyes. They could only slam the wine table and walked out of the inn angrily.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this kind of bloody scene is not suitable for me to watch!"
The slovenly middle-aged man who had been drinking in silence saw that a bloody killing was about to take place. He clicked his tongue and turned around and walked out of the inn.
"Damn Yanlong Sect!"
A large group of monks roared incompetently, but all they received were Yanlong Sect disciples who kept rushing towards them.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yifeng remained calm and moved his fingers slightly, and a barrier immediately rose in front of all the monks, protecting them within the formation.
Zhang Yifeng looked at all this with a dull look, turned his head and shouted to the monks.
"This formation can't last long. If you don't want to die now, just do your best to supply energy to the formation!"
Zhang Yifeng's voice did not have much effect. The desire to die had already risen in the hearts of these monks, and it was difficult for them to resist.
Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly when he saw this and said indifferently.
"You adults can't even control your own lives, so you adults are worse off than us two children!"