Just as Shen Yichen was thinking, the old face of the blue-robed old man was full of horror and fear, staring at the golden belt around Shen Yichen's waist.

Seeing this, Shen Yichen's uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, he followed the old man's line of sight, looked down at the golden belt around his waist———— when he wore the belt left by the original Buddhist Academy, he suddenly found the center of the belt, and the word "Sanskrit" was written on it!

"Oh no, my identity has been revealed!" Shen Yichen regretted it, he hurriedly blocked the "Sanskrit" character on his belt with his hand, but it was too late.

The blue-robed old man was panting and frightened, his back was wet with cold sweat, his old face twitched slightly, and his thin fingers trembled and pointed to the word "Sanskrit" on Shen Yichen's waist, and the blue-robed old man shouted with trembling fear:

"You... You are... Slaughter... Massacre of the East State's... You are the one who slaughtered the Brahma in Dongzhou... Massacre the traitors of the Brahmanaka!"

"You are. Sink... Shen Yichen!"

Hiss!

As soon as this statement came out, it shocked everyone!

Countless people's eyes looked at Shen Yichen in horror, all of them gasped, and looked at Shen Yichen's belt in surprise, and the word "Sanskrit" seemed to have become shocking.

Shen Yichen was suddenly suffocated, but he still tried his best to suppress his breathing, he suppressed all his emotions, and exhaled lightly:

"Yes, I'm from the Brahman. ”

Shen Yichen not only did not escape, but actually directly admitted his identity!? This time, the surrounding crowd without exception, all of them quickly retreated, looking at Shen Yichen's gaze, as if hiding from the plague god.

Shen Yichen took a long breath and said indifferently again: "I am from the Fanyuan, and I am also Shen Yichen." ”

"However, I am not a traitor, nor am I the one who slaughtered the Sanskrit, and the murderer blames me. ”

"I can't be a murderer, I'm the son of the head of the Brahma, and the Brahma is my everything. ”

"I'm not a murderer, I'm not. ”

Shen Yichen's tone was steady, with a slight and imperceptible tremor, as if he was stating a fact, and there was a trace of sadness in his faint tone.

He didn't say that he was the Sect Master of the Martial Sect, because there was no basis for his empty words, but he would be targeted by everyone.

Shen Yichen's hands hidden in the sleeve robe were secretly clenched, he suppressed his tears, tears rolled in his eyes, not because he was wronged and aggrieved tears, because of the word "Fanyuan", which once again evoked countless unbearable and painful memories.

Yun Yao's phoenix eyes stared at Shen Yichen, with complex emotions and unexpected surprise in her eyes, she secretly observed Shen Yichen, and silently said to herself in her heart:

"This kid... What the hell is going on..."

When Shen Yichen and the three of them fled to Beizhou like lost dogs, the sect master of Wuzong also sent his subordinates to spread rumors everywhere, claiming the demise of the Dongzhou Fanyuan, saying that it was because Shen Yichen slaughtered the Fanyuan.

Fortunately, there is a loophole here, the Sect Master of the Martial Sect does not have a portrait of Shen Yichen, so that Shen Yichen can still conceal his identity, otherwise he will really be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

The Sect Master of the Martial Sect took Shen Yichen as a scapegoat and put the charges on Shen Yichen's head, and the truth was buried in the depths of the bamboo woodland of the Buddhist Academy by a raging fire, and no one would ever know...

The eyes of the blue-robed old man were still frightened, he immediately squinted slightly again, and then he was ecstatic, looking up to the sky and smiling: "Ying Zhenjing... Hahaha... Is there only the Ying Zhen Realm?"

"If you are killed, you will definitely receive the attention of the Martial Sect, and maybe, there will be a reward. The blue-robed old man looked at Shen Yichen with a cruel smile, and then his rugged body burst out.

"Stop pretending, let's die!" The blue-robed old man's body turned into a bolt of lightning and swept towards Shen Yichen, who was still immersed in grief.

Shen Yichen felt the powerful sense of oppression in front of him, and the power of true qi surged like a tide, waking Shen Yichen up from his grief.

"Innocent Realm..."

Shen Yichen came back to his senses, muttered to himself and looked at the blue-robed old man who was attacking in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a spirit, and suddenly his pores tightened and his hairs rose up!

"Shen Yichen!" Liu Kui was shocked, and was about to move forward to protect Shen Yichen, but hesitated for a moment, so it was already too late.

The face of the blue-robed old man became more and more hideous, he turned his palm into a fist, and with a fierce gust of wind, he rushed straight towards Shen Yichen, and he was about to be killed with one punch!

The wind that came from the trend hung several blood marks on the side of Shen Yichen's face, and he could barely open his eyes, he gritted his teeth, and the lightning-like seal, Xuanhuang Qi emerged from his body, and all of them poured into Shen Yichen's body.

"Open the mountain seal!" Shen Yichen secretly drank in his heart, and against the deadly wind, he leaned forward with his palm, turning into a light seal and flying away.

Before the Kaishan Seal came into contact with the blue-robed old man who came from the storm, it had already turned into pieces and dissipated.

"Hehe, you should be in the real realm, dare to fight with me?"

"I'm a Nine Star of the Innocence Realm!" The speed of the blue-robed old man's body did not decrease, but increased, and his sinister smile was even worse.

The faces of the people present changed slightly, but no one stopped them, first, the strength of this old man is indeed not weak, and the strength of the Nine Stars of the Naive Realm is much stronger than Liu Kuidu!

Liu Kui secretly clenched his fists, his heart was struggling, was Shen Yichen really the murderer of the Fanyuan...

Yun Yaozhi is still complex, and he has not changed in the slightest, but he is also entangled in his heart, whether to save Shen Yichen's life...

But everything is useless, the blue-robed old man of the Nine Stars of the Innocence Realm, if he punches down, Shen Yichen will probably be blasted into blood foam!

Shen Yichen didn't want to die, he let the power of his true qi rush on his body, but he still turned his hands into palms and drank again:

"Open the Heavenly Seal!"

Two black and white light seals flew out and quickly crashed into the blue-robed old man. But after a while, it also dissipated into fragments, but the old man in the blue robe did not stop at all, which shows the big gap between the two!

Shen Yichen's white right hand slapped the scabbard again, and the four-foot Qingfeng buzzed out, he grabbed the hilt of the Qingfeng sword with one hand and stabbed it forward fiercely, and the Qingyi swordsmanship was released without reservation, like a spring rushing towards the blue-robed old man.

It was still useless, and his cyan sword qi had just touched the blue-robed old man, and it was shattered and scattered.

Shen Yichen bit his lower lip secretly, if it was Liu Kui who rushed in, maybe he could stop one or two, but this blue-robed old man was a nine-star in the Innocence Realm!

However, Shen Yichen was unwilling to give up, he stomped on the soles of his feet, and Buqing Fan Feiyan immediately started running, the faint light of dark gold flickered on the calf, Shen Yichen's figure suddenly retreated, like a dexterous swallow, urging Buqing Fan Feiyan to the extreme, and fled quickly.

The blue-robed old man's eyes were slightly abrupt, his eyes were a little surprised, and he said to himself: "This kid has a lot of means..."

"However, with the full strength of my Innocence Realm, with one punch, you will have no bones left today!"

The blue-robed old man stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet again, his speed increased several times, and he caught up with Shen Yichen who was running away like lightning, his fist squeaked, and his fist was covered with surging true qi, which was terrifying.

In less than a few breaths, in the blink of an eye, the old man in the blue robe flashed in front of Shen Yichen like a ghost, and at this time, Shen Yichen was horrified to find that the fist of the old man in the blue robe was only a foot away from his façade!

In the next moment, Shen Yichen will be killed by this punch and turn into blood foam...

Shen Yichen bit his lip tightly, blood flowed down the corners of his lips, bloodshot all over his eyeballs, and his eyes were full of unwilling looks.

"I... Am I going to die..."

Time seemed to pause at this moment, and the terrifying punch of the blue-robed old man seemed to be stagnant in front of Shen Yichen, about a few inches away, slowly approaching, Shen Yichen himself couldn't move, the wind blowing from the old man and the pressure of the true qi like a mountain blew out blood marks on Shen Yichen's face, which looked extremely terrifying.

"This..."Shen Yichen suddenly couldn't feel the pain caused by the coercion of his true qi, the original old man's coercion of his true qi almost broke his back, but now he couldn't feel it at all.

"Do people feel this way before they die?" Shen Yichen muttered to himself, he turned his head to look around, countless people were looking at him with all kinds of eyes: pity, complexity, fear, disgust...

Yun Yaozhi's expression was frozen in a complicated and tangled face, Liu Kui was the same, obviously hesitating, he was not sure of Shen Yichen's true identity, if he came to the rescue, the situation would be uncontrollable.

The blue-robed old man's fist was about to reach Shen Yichen's delicate face, and the powerful true qi pressure shook Shen Yichen's mind painfully, as if the Heavenly Spirit Cover was about to shatter.

"I can't die yet... You can't die..."Shen Yichen suddenly struck a spirit, his eyes looked at the terrifying fist in front of him, and he muttered to himself.

"I haven't avenged the temple yet... Daddy hasn't blinked yet... I still want to find my mother..."Shen Yichen said to himself tremblingly, he trembled and stretched out his right hand, trying to block his palm in front of him.

"There are still a lot of people waiting for me... Yue'er... Master... I can't die yet!"

Familiar faces appeared in front of Shen Yichen, and Shen Yichen just wanted to touch these kind faces with his hands, but at the moment when the tips of his fingers touched, countless faces were shattered and dissipated into dust.

Behind the dust, a plain and ordinary man's face with slightly sunken eyes faintly emerged...

Sect Master of the Martial Sect!

Shen Yichen was originally immersed in memories and warmth, but now he seemed to be wrapped in countless vines in an instant, angry and unwilling, and the fire of hatred burned in his limbs!

"I want revenge! I can't die!"

"I can't die!"

Shen Yichen roared as hard as he could, he removed all his defenses, turned his right palm into a fist, and gathered the strength of his limbs and hundreds of bones into his right fist!

Shen Yichen abandoned everything, roared hoarsely desperately, and punched the old man in the blue robe with a fist!

In his right palm, the third eye, which had never been opened, suddenly opened!