Overriding the Heaven

Chu Yan remembers that the spring rain of previous years would only fall at least at the end of February and early March, and would be accompanied by rolling spring thunder.

But this year, the spring rain at the end of January, it has been full for three days, soft, covering the earth in a hazy rain and fog.

The air was cool and fresh.

In the afternoon of this day, Chu Yan came to the front of Zhuxi Lane wearing a bucket bucket.

It's about one hundred and twenty miles from the imperial city, and it's not in the middle of the city, but deep in the quiet ancient road compound.

Stepping on the bumpy blue stone slab road, looking at the moss that appeared with the spring rain on both sides of the street, Chu Yan felt a feeling like he had come to a quiet and peaceful illusion world.

The back door of a household in the alley seemed to be open at any time. A wonderful young girl holding a paper umbrella came out and smiled gently at you.

"Is this the path my mother took?"

Chu Yan was breathing the strange air around him, walking slowly forward in the rain.

Zhuxi Lane is not deep, and the audience is about 20 feet. You can see your head at a glance.

Chu Qiangdong did not tell Chu Yan what to look for in Zhuxi Lane, but Chu Yan was not worried at all, because he believed that someone would take the initiative to tell himself.

Soon, Chu Yan walked half of Zhuxi Lane.

At the alley near Yang, a stall was placed under the eaves.

An old woman with gray hair who looked extremely simple, was now wrapped around her.

In the big pot, the boiling boiling water keeps rolling and exuding a strong aroma.

Chu Yan went to the stall, and the old woman looked up at him and smiled, "Boy, come to a bowl of ravioli?"

Chu Yan smiled: "Old woman, where do you see that I am a young man?"

The old woman skillfully poured more than ten maggots into the pot, and the creases on her face piled up with smiles: "Although my mother is old, I have no flowers in my eyes. How can I not recognize a young man like you?"

"Oh, that's it." Chu Yan nodded, slowly picking off the dipper he wore. "I thought you knew that I would be here, so I've been waiting."

Looking at the face of the waxy huangse man under Douyi, the old woman who was cooking chaos suddenly froze. The expression on her face was instantly frozen.

"Look, I'm a lad, isn't it a surprise?" Chu Yan smiled.

This Yi Rongshu is exactly how to find a chance for Uzrama to teach herself these days.

Although you can't fool high-level monks, there is no problem in deceiving ordinary people.

Sure enough, the boiled old lady was exposed by his own initiative.

"Yeah! I've been waiting here already! Today, I have put Wanhaimen into the sky, Chu Yan, you are in danger of escape!" The next moment, the old woman's face and amiable smile disappeared, replacing the face with a cricket, a throat It was the man's rough voice.

The voice didn't fall, this guy waved his hand suddenly, and suddenly, a large pot of steaming soup was thrown over Chu Yan's face.

The boiling soup exploded instantly in this drizzling alley.

Chu Yan almost backed away, but still a small part fell into his body.

A fragrant, non-smell-like smell was introduced into the nostrils, Chu Yan's face changed slightly, and he looked down, and saw the soup falling on his clothes, which had now turned into purple.

"This is-Duan Ling San!" Chu Yan frowned suddenly, looking at the old woman.

The old woman sneered at this time, stretched out her hand and pulled it along the neck, and immediately peeled off the human skin mask covering her face, exposing a man's proud face: "Yes, it's Broken Spirit, you can't sense it now Heaven and Earth Reiki, see how you can do the magic! Come out! "

With the man screaming loudly, dozens of silhouettes suddenly appeared on the high walls at both ends of the alley.

Each figure, wearing a blue gown, looked coldly, looking at Chu Yan.

These monks Wanhaimen disciples are undoubted.

"Sure enough, as I thought, this Zhuxi Lane is the reason you decided to support Chu Qiangdong and his son." Chu Yanwang said to the man behind the stall, "No wonder the disciples of Wanhaimen in the Imperial City that day were so weak. The strong ones are here. "

Chu Yan looked around for a week.

The disciples of Wanhaimen he saw at the moment were obviously much higher in the Imperial City a few days ago.

Not only that, but there were also several silhouettes. Standing behind the crowd, Chu Yan was a little concerned.

Because although these people are not showing the mountains or the water, they have made the astounding consciousness of the gods feel their abyss-like momentum.

The deacon Wang Haimen, who was killed by him three days ago, is significantly stronger!

"It seems that you are as clever as the rumors, with a little clue, can guess the truth of the matter, eight or nine." The man sneered, "Since then, you obediently hand over the thousand machine boxes, this way I have a million Thinking of you proactively paying for treasures will not only blame you for killing your disciples, but it will give you a great reward and let you become a disciple when you enter the gate. What do you think? "

"It's really flattering, I almost believe what you said!" Chu Yan smiled and said, the next moment, stepped forward, and rushed towards the man in front of him, "I don't know anything about what you said. You know, believe it? "

The alley was very narrow. Chu Yan was very close to the man. At this moment, Chu Yan rolled up a wind, broke the rain and fog, and rushed to the man.

"Toasting without eating free throws, Duan Lingsan dare to be so arrogant, I see you-what's going on!" Before he finished, the man felt a horrible cyclone, just like a meat grinder. With Chu Yan The punch punched and slammed towards himself.

This whining whirlwind crushes all the momentum, where is it like the power that a monk who broke the spirit can burst out.

This is simply--

Suddenly, the man's mind flashed into a possibility, which made his eyes instantly look terrified: "You are a refiner--"

"It's late!" Chu Yan's face sank, his fingers turned into claws, and he twisted the wind and rain, "The angry dragon hanged himself!"

Huh!

Chu Yan pierced through the chest of the man in front and broke through.

A large stream of hot blood, mixed with minced meat, sprayed on the wall behind the man.

Chu Yan's palm protruded from the opponent's back, at this moment also grasping a constantly jumping meat ball.

The man opened his hands with an expression of horror and despair.

At this moment, his eyes were facing each other with Chu Yan.

"Guess I know it's a trap, why do you come here?"

boom!

Chu Yan smashed each other's heart.

At the moment when vitality was extinguished, the man heard Chu Yan's low laugh: "Because I want to kill you all, do you believe it?"