The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"My eyes are dazzled?"

"Xuanfeng's Essence Realm were bullied by a group of mortals?"

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Above Xuanfeng.

Jiangnan grasped the hilt, his eyes gloomy.

"Eldest Senior Brother is still knowledgeable. If we promised Feng Shao, we will be ashamed now!" said the person behind him.

"Yes, this group of mortals, how did their battle strength rise so fast?"

"Yan Chuan?" Jiang Nan's eyes narrowed, his tone extremely heavy.

On the square in front of the Great River Hall.

Sect Master Feng Tairan led a group of people to look down.

"Sect Master, as I said earlier, this mortal has extremely strong battle strength. The two hundred monster snakes last time, they killed it!" Jiu Jiansheng worried.

"Too arrogant, Yan Chuan is too arrogant!" Mo Wuhui said coldly.

Feng Tairan gently shook his head and said, "No! Good job!"

"Huh?" Jiu Jiansheng and the others showed a dazed look.

Feng Tairan wiped his white beard, faintly smiled and said: "He has the style of Yan Tao back then!"

"Yes, Sect Master, I am worried that Martial Nephews are not soldiers Opponent, just in case...!" Jiu Jiansheng worried.

"Yan Chuan did not kill! Don't worry!" Feng Tairan said with a smile.

"But, he said to kill?" Jiu Jiansheng was still puzzled.

"He means killing, but there is a premise,'If you dare to block the way, kill!', the premise is to block Yan Chuan's way. These three generations of dísciples attacked from both sides, so this group The Jinyi Army left them a way to survive!" Feng Tairan said with a smile.

"Huh?" Jiu Jiansheng asked unexpectedly.

"With this child, Yan Tao can also smile at Jiuquan!" Feng Tairan suddenly faintly sighed.

"Sect Master, your evaluation of Yan Chuan is too high, is he better than Yan Tao?" Mo Wuhui frowned.

"Did you not find out? The battle in front of you, from the beginning to the end, Yan Chuan's eyelids did not jump!" Feng Tairan said with a smile.

"oh?" Everyone suddenly looked again.

In the distance, the cultivators were thrown away in the battlefield full of smoke and dust. Two thousand Jinyi Army suppressed a group of repairers, one thousand Jinyi Army protected Yan Chuan, and continued to march towards the Great River Sect.

Yan Chuan sits on the dragon platform. Still holding his chin lazily, letting the dragon platform move towards the Great River Sect extremely smoothly.

Huo Guang leads the way.

On Huo Guang road, there is only one person at the moment, Feng Shao.

Feng Shao still feels stuck in his head.

"How come? How dare Yan Chuan make a move? How dare he!" Feng Shao said with an ugly face.

"Step on, step on, step on!"

The army is approaching. Hearing the screams of the'Martial Nephew', Feng Shao's face is getting more and more ugly.

"Martial Uncle, save me!" someone exclaimed.

"Martial Uncle!"

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As the practitioners shouted, Feng Shao was also anxious in his heart. Want to stop this melee, but found how helpless he is.

"Yan Chuan, stop, stop!" Feng Shao yelled.

Yan Chuan would naturally not listen to him, let alone the army, and came slowly, getting closer and closer.

"Martial Uncle!"

The cry of all around made Feng Shao's immature mind more unbearable.

"Catch the thief first, catch the king? Yes, yes, I control Yan Chuan, these mortals dare not move!" Feng Shao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yan!"

With a wave of the long sword, Feng Shao slammed towards Yan Chuan in the center of the army.

"So courageous!" Huo Guang stepped forward.

Huo Guang stepped forward, Feng Shao didn't care at all, a mortal, just a mortal, what can I do?

"Dahe Zhan!" Feng Shao's eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand suddenly drew a bright sword glow.