Yu Chi’s friends and the people in the Killing Hall all agree with this, because this time there are figures at the peak level of saints in Xixuan Cave Heaven who are directly present!
They have to listen to others.
And this saint is naturally Yan Yuxiang’s grandfather, Yan Qingpeng, who is known as the Tongtian Saint!
He looked like a middle-aged man with a strong aura of majesty between his brows, extremely broad shoulders, red eyes and blue lips!
Yan Qingpeng just sat quietly on a chair in the square, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he was asleep. No matter how noisy and noisy the people in the square were, he didn't react at all.
But he just sat there quietly, which was an invisible deterrent. The aura of majesty accumulated in him was too strong and too heavy!
People who were a little closer to him didn't even dare to breathe or say a word loudly.
Everyone in the entire square was standing, and only Yan Qingpeng was sitting, because he, a saint, didn't ask you to sit, so who dares to sit?
Everyone kept waiting like this, but as they watched time pass by bit by bit, a red sun shone high in the sky and set to the west, but Chen Xuan's figure was never seen.
The crowd gradually became commotion.
"Chen Xuan, this little bastard, doesn't he dare to come?"
"It's very possible! We have so many experts waiting for him here. If he comes, wouldn't he be seeking death?"
"Forget it, I had some doubts about whether Chen Xuan would come, but now he really hasn't come. It's normal if he doesn't come. If he comes, it means he has a disease in his head!"
"It's really disappointing that this kid doesn't come." A man covered in a cloak said this, his voice was very hoarse, as if he did it deliberately to hide his identity.
"Hmph! What a coward! Such a bug-like villain actually kidnapped our goddess. It's really the shit that came to our door!"
"That's right, an ant is jumping up and down. Even my servants would have dirty hands if they killed him!" A man wearing a flowing cloud purple dress said with a hand holding a jade bone fan.
I saw that this man was very handsome and extraordinary. What was even more special was that his whole body was covered in a faint purple flame, and he looked amazing! As soon as he made a sound, countless people immediately paid attention.
"What? He's even here!"
"I can't believe it, I can't believe it! Chen Xuan, a dandy, actually attracted the Holy Son Ziyun!"
Holy Son Ziyun, the Holy Son-level genius of the Demon Clan Baishi Dongtian!
What is a saint-level figure? That is the person to be trained as the future headmaster and cave master!
Rumor has it that he is a ray of strange fire from heaven and earth that has been cultivated into a demon. He has great power. Every move he makes is like exploding fire from heaven. His combat power is outstanding!
"It's actually normal for him to come, don't you know? Baishi Dongtian intends to marry Xixuan Dongtian, and this Ziyun is Yan Yuxiang's fiancé!"
"What? There is such a thing, no wonder!"
"It is an honor for him to be able to attract a person of the Holy Son level to deal with him!"
Although Chen Xuan has had the experience of killing powerful monks twice with the help of formations, everyone still does not recognize his strength.
Because that was not what Chen Xuan killed with his own strength!
Even if you use external forces to show off your power for a while, it will eventually become a stepping stone for others on the road to pursuing the vast road!
In people's hearts, naturally, Chen Xuan, a playboy who relied on external forces, could not be compared with Ziyun, a saint-child-level figure with superior strength in his own right.
Of course, if they knew that the formations Chen Xuan borrowed were arranged by himself, I'm afraid people wouldn't think so.
"Hmph! It's such a pity that this little bastard didn't come. I wanted to kick his legs off, but now it seems it's impossible!"
A young red-haired disciple said the same thing, but he was one of Yan Yuxiang's followers.
"Yes, I also want to break his dirty hands, but it's a pity! What a pity!"
Another yellow-faced young man said the same thing.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a figure flash in front of him, and a big foot kicked towards his face!
Plop! The yellow-faced disciple fell to the ground and was trampled on his head by the big foot. He felt the power from the foot was like a mountain. He was so pressed that he couldn't move at all. He felt extremely humiliated!
"Who are you? I am the inner disciple of Dharma King Xiongscar!"
Dharma King Xiong Scar was one of Yu Chi’s friends who originally offered a reward for three mysterious barrier-breaking pills to take Chen Xuan’s life!
"Prince Bear Scar? Hum." The figure sneered, "I am the one whose hand you want to break!"
I saw that this figure was thin, and although his face was not particularly handsome, he was still very delicate. The most special thing was that he exuded an aura of carefreeness and ease.
It’s Chen Xuan! It's just that the current Chen Xuan has a bright moon inlaid between his eyebrows, exuding a faint brilliance and looking a bit mysterious.
Chen Xuan's arrival was so sudden that before everyone could react, he had already stepped on the disciple.
"Chen Xuan, you bastard! You are so courageous! You actually dare to come here, that's great! If you don't put my disciple down, you will die on the spot! Your flesh and bones will turn into mud!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist. He had a strong back and a domineering temperament. In particular, there was a huge scar on his face that went directly to his neck. He looked extremely ferocious. This man's cultivation was at the level of Dharma King! It was the Dharma King Bear Scar.
At this moment, the bear demon's eyes were wide open and red! The look he looked at Chen Xuan made him want to eat him alive.
A few days ago, he was the one who went to Fendong to look for traces of everyone in the Zhenwu Academy.
How can he not be angry that he, the Dharma King, was humiliated like that by Chen Xuan?
"Who are you, this bitch? Do I know you?" Chen Xuan said as he stepped harder on the shouting disciple's face, crushing it as hard as if he was crushing a dead bug.
The disciple was already mad with anger, his eyes were extremely hateful. If he hadn't been stepped on by Chen Xuan and couldn't speak at all, he would have cursed loudly.
"Does a lowly person who is about to die deserve to know my name? All you need to know is that I am the one who kills you!" Everyone can feel that the Bear Scar Dharma King is already gnashing his teeth and about to commit murder.
Everyone believed that if it hadn't been for the words of the Tongtian Saint Yan Qingpeng, Chen Xuan would have died countless times at this moment.
However, Chen Xuan still looked carefree and didn't seem to take him seriously at all.
"Ouch, you old dog, you look like you hate me so much? Why do you hate me so much?" Chen Xuan laughed and touched his nose, "I remember not long ago, I was outside the Burning Cave. There was a puddle of urine. By accident, all the urine was poured on the bodies of several evil spirits. You weren’t among them, were you? Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t see it.”
Chen Xuan's words did not make the bear scar angry to death. His face was already so black that it was about to drip with water. The scar on his face became even redder, and his expression was extremely ferocious!
