Chapter 181

In the Song Dynasty, when Chu Yan looked around, he happened to see Chu Yan talking around the deacons.

"Well, it is." In the face of these deacons' hot or questioning eyes, Chu Yan's eyes were clear.

Surrounded by so many deacons who burst out suddenly, Chu Yan had expected that, so he was not flustered at the moment.

"Before the ceremony, I did have a little accident, leading to the broken meridians." Chu Yan told the truth, "but I didn't give up. I kept practicing every day. The Emperor didn't fail those who wanted to. I finally recovered my meridians a few days before the ceremony."

"Excuse me, can we test it?" Asked one of the deacons.

It's a big deal. They have to make sure.

"No problem." Chu Yan nodded.

He stretched out an arm. Suddenly, several deacons put their fingers on Chu Yan's arm.

The scene immediately quiets down, all people's eyes, all focused on Chu Yan's body.

In particular, the young warriors, at the moment, open their mouths and stare like eggs.

Just now, they heard that Chu Yan was promoted to Ning Mai Jing.

This is a 16-year-old monk!

And these people are just about the triple warriors in the real martial arts realm, not even the quadruple.

It's really irritating to compare people!

Originally, these young warriors were envious and envious of Chu Yan, because they were warmly welcomed by the deacons.

But now they only have envy. As for the mind of jealousy, they dare not have it at all.

I can't help it. He's a monk. He's a little bit higher than a warrior.

As soon as these deacons explored, they confirmed that Chu Yan's meridians were intact.

Not only that, they also found out that Chu Yan's meridians were more tenacious than those of ordinary monks.

The deacons in charge of the inspection were trembling with excitement.

"There is no problem. Chu Yan is really a monk..."

After one of the deacons announced, he had not finished his words, and the scene was like a spoonful of boiling water poured with boiling oil, which was about to explode.

"Chu Yan! On behalf of the Qijue school, I'd like to extend my most sincere invitation to you! "

"Chu Yan! I listen to snow building is the most suitable sect for you, and I can guarantee that once you choose to listen to snow building, you will be accepted as a disciple by an elder immediately! "

"We wuxiangmen will strongly support you, Chuyan, choose us wuxiangmen!"

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After confirming that Chu Yan's meridians were unimpeded and were the real situation of coagulation, the deacons all yelled as if they were beating chicken blood, throwing out the best conditions they could give to lure Chu Yan.

To tell you the truth, even if Chu Yan didn't achieve nearly ten thousand amazing results today, his realm alone was enough to make these sects break their heads and rob him.

The 16-year-old monk Ning maijing is a rare genius in any sect of the state of yunao Xinjiang!

The group of young soldiers around them were all dumbfounded. They all looked at this group of Deacons who were usually high up. At the moment, they all gathered around Chu Yan with a smile that they had never seen before.

You know, under normal circumstances, these deacons, even in the face of the patriarch of the family where these young warriors belong, will not be so pleasant.

But in the crowd, there was a man who felt cold all over and his face as white as paper.

This person is Yan Junrui.

Not long ago, he was the focus of attention and was sought after by countless people.

But now, everything has changed.

In Yan Junrui's opinion, Chu Yan has taken away people's attention from him.

At the moment, he should be the one who is sought after and surrounded in the middle, and who is being robbed by all the major departments.

"This bastard, you stole the attention that should belong to me... I will never let you go..."

Yan Junrui clenches his teeth and strides toward Chu Yan.

"I don't agree!"

At this time, Yan Junrui's scream made the scene quiet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Junrui twisted his face and pointed to Chu Yan: "I don't believe you can get more than 9000 points. There must be something wrong with Xuling tablet! I don't agree! I want to compete with you

Looking at Yan Junrui's double eyebrows standing up at the moment, Chu Yan is not very willing to argue with him.

After all, Chu Yan's mind is much more mature than Yan Junrui's.

Now he has been successfully invited by many sects to prove himself, so there is no need to accept the doubts of other martial arts.

If anyone doubts, he has to respond, I'm afraid he will be exhausted.

So at the moment Chu Yan didn't pay attention to Yan Junrui.

As a result, who knows, in Yan Junrui's eyes, Chu Yan's performance became a complete escape and guilty.

Yan Junrui immediately proved that Chu Yan had a ghost in his heart.

He didn't believe that Chu Yan could get nine thousand points. Seeing Chu Yan's performance at the moment, he suddenly got angry from his heart.

"If you dare not respond, I will force you to respond! I'll show you who you are Yan Junrui shouts, his wrist shakes, and a long sword slips from his sleeve. He holds it in his hand and stabs Chu Yan.

"Cold light points shadow sword!"

In full view of the public, he stabbed Chu Yan's heart with a fierce sword.

"To die!"

Feel the cold behind, Chu Yan brow suddenly a wrinkle, deep in the eyes, cold flash, in an instant, turned into flying snow, full of eyes.

Originally, he didn't intend to quarrel with Yan Junrui, but now, the other party actually sneaked on him, and he just wanted his own life.

"What are you, you deserve to challenge me!"

With a roar, Chu Yan turns around and grabs each other's long sword. Suddenly, a sharp sword is twisted into a twist in Chu Yan's hand.

Yan Junrui is a fool at the moment.

***

But now, I can't even cut a pair of palms.

Yan Junrui's thoughts stopped at this time.

Chu Yan one step forward, the sound of breaking the air, like rolling thunder hit the ground, suddenly.

"Shadow eight wild fists!"

Boom boom!

In the void, the shadow of the fist flies.

Every blow of Chu Yan seemed to beat the drum and beat the hearts of the people present.

The weaker young warriors were pale, their knees softened and fell to the ground.

Yan Junrui just had time to make a scream, his body soared up, his throat was filled with blood, and he fell out like a broken kite.

There were several deep depressions on his body. His muscles and bones were all broken. He flew six or seven feet away, and then he fell to the ground. He rolled his eyes, and his mouth and nose were full of blood. It was impossible for him to wake up for a while.

Chu Yan looked at the other side and sneered: "the difference between 9000 and 3000 is clear now."