Chapter 473

Seeing some friars in blue long clothes, Chu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly as he walked out of the crowd and faced himself in the distance.

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

Friar Wan Haimen, the leader of the sect, is obviously a deacon in the sect. However, his realm is not high. He is just a double success of the whole family.

However, this realm in the Southern Yuan county such monks are very rare place, absolutely unmatched existence.

Because of Chu Xing, Wan Haimen also sent a party to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Chu qiangdong's accession to the throne. At the same time, Wan Haimen also had the purpose of making Nanyuan Prefecture strong.

After all, whether it is Nanyuan prefecture or several surrounding prefectures, Zhenwu realm is the peak of the realm, and friars are extremely rare.

In addition to this deacon of Wan Haimen, there are more than 20 disciples of Ning maijing Yizhong.

The task of these disciples was naturally to be responsible for the security of several important places in the capital of Nanyuan Prefecture. For example, one of their tasks was to watch wusilanma before.

After all, for today's wusilanma, to become a monk, she is also one of the most powerful existence in this county.

At this time, a celebration had fallen into complete chaos, and the strength of the other party was obviously at the level of friars, so Wan Haimen, as the backer of Nanyuan Prefecture, had to fight.

If you let the other party go on like this, it will not only be the face of Nanyuan Prefecture, but also the face of Wan Haimen.

"Are you Chu Yan, the former crown prince of Nanyuan Prefecture?" Wan Haimen's deacon is a man in his thirties. He has a clear face and gives people a sense of stability.

This kind of temperament may be one of the reasons why Wanhai sect sent him to Nanyuan Prefecture.

Seeing Chu Yan's eyes looking at him, the deacon of Wan Haimen added: "Wan Haimen, Wang Ningshan."

Seeing that deacon Wan Haimen stood up and was a monk with a higher level than Chu Yan, uslamma's eyes immediately showed a worried look.

But now her identity, and can't let her directly help Chu Yan.

Because she now represents not only the Persian Prefecture, but also her clan.

If she did, it might lead to a dispute between the two clans. At that time, not only would she suffer, but even if Chu Yan could leave here, he might not be able to leave the territory of Nanyuan Prefecture safely.

But at this time, when she looked at Chu Yan, Wusi Lanma didn't see even a trace of dignity from each other's face.

Chu Yan's mouth corner, still hang that smile not smile of facial expression, make a person see in the eye, feel elusive his idea.

"The other side is a monk with two levels of Ning Mai Jing. Although it's just Xiao Cheng, it's also a level higher than you..." just thinking about this, a white light suddenly flashed in Wu Si LAN Ma's mind, and the words Chu Yan said to himself in that alley a few days ago appeared.

"Are you ready to be on guard against wanhaimen?"

The more she thought about it, the more likely it was.

Based on her understanding of Chu Yan, she believed that when she was in Suyin Valley, Chu Yan began to prepare when she learned that her opponent had Wan Haimen.

That's his character.

Thinking of this, Wusi Lanma's heart was slightly stable, but her eyes were still blinking, looking at Chu Yan.

"I don't care about your name, but as long as you are a disciple of Wan Haimen, you must die." Chu Yan suddenly, a burst of drink, like a shell, suddenly accelerated, toward Wang Ningshan and a group of ten thousand Haimen disciples, "because I know, you are behind the scenes!"

Bang bang bang!

The ground under Chu Yan's feet suddenly exploded and broke.

His figure oppressed the air and even left a long shadow along the way.

As soon as Wang Ningshan's eyes were fixed, they flashed out the burning essence.

"Stop him!" With an order, Wang Ningshan shook his arm and immediately grabbed an ice blue long gun from the storage bag and stabbed Chu Yan in the air.

"Breaking the waves with the wind!"

Shua, Shua, Shua!

In a flash, the ice blue spear pierced hundreds of times.

In the void, all of a sudden, a series of ice blue sharp spear awn, interweaved into a murderous network, humming and trembling sound, make people palpitating, just wait for Chu Yan to bump in.

"It's just that you're in the same vein?" In a flash, Chu Yan rushed to the front and roared.

"It's just a matter of two aspects of Ning Mai Jing?" Hearing his cry, everyone on the scene was stunned. This guy's tone is too big!

At the next moment, Chu Yan stepped forward and waved his arm. A long black gun was like a dragon going out to sea. The whole crushing of Wangning mountain was like a black cloud gathering before the rainstorm, which made everyone around feel oppressed and the blood stopped flowing.

"Heaven lock soul gun!"

A shot out, earth shaking, ghosts awe.

Crackle!

The ice blue spear awn, like glass in an instant, was smashed to pieces and burst into powder all over the sky. It was involved in the black shadow of the spear and immediately disappeared.

Wang Ningshan's pupil contracted sharply.

At the moment of Chu Yan's hand, he judged that the other side's realm was congmai realm.

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

The other side is lower than their own realm, but burst out far more powerful than their own.

"No!"

At the moment when the spear was smashed, Wang Ningshan had this idea in his heart.

He was in a hurry to dodge.

But at that moment, he suddenly found that the black shadow of the gun was so fast that he could not describe it. At this time, he had torn the void and shot angrily in front of himself.

Wang Ningshan feels that with himself as the center of the circle, the air in an area is completely compressed, forming a vacuum and a black hole that devours everything.

The next moment, Shua, the soul lock gun pierced Wang Ningshan's chest, bringing out a large amount of plasma and meat, like an erupting mountain spring, spraying out from Wang Ningshan's back, splashing dense radiation on the ground.

All of a sudden, the air in the square solidified.

Everyone feels like their brain is blank.

They all clearly saw that Wan Haimen's deacon was shot through by Chu Yan, and could not even escape.

Three years, what happened to Chu Yan!

Wusi Lanma covered her mouth, and her blue eyes were twinkling with disbelief and surprise.

Chu qiangdong was short of breath. His eyes were staring at the hole on Wang Ningshan's back. His eyes were red and his nostrils were playing back and forth with the naked eye. All kinds of emotions such as panic, anger and doubt were constantly changing on his face.

"This, how is this possible?" Wang Ningshan looked at his Chuyan and said with difficulty.

With his mouth open, he would shed thick blood and want to raise his hands and legs, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead at the moment.

"I, I am... A disciple of the sect..." looking at Chu Yan who came to him, Wang Ningshan spewed out the remaining half sentence with great difficulty.